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Bedding Down For The Night (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: You and Rhett settle in as summer turns to fall
Rhett heaved a heavy sigh as he led the two calves into Abigail's stall for the night, gently guiding the two little dairy calves into the pen with their mother and her mate. He never truly liked when summer ended. Like you, he loved the way the grasses swayed in the breeze, the smells of the flowers after it rained, the sunshine, the heat, the buzz of the cicadas and the sounds of the peepers at night. Of course he loved all the fall smells, the warm dinners on a sharp, chilly night and the baked goods you and Cecelia made for the farmers' markets every year, but Rhett hated the autumn and winter blues that came with the changing of the seasons.
The male calf chewed a little at his shirt sleeve and licked Rhett's hand before he laid right down in the hay. Rhett gave him a playful scratch on the side of the head, kissing the top of it before shuttering the windows and throwing the little latchkey to close the windows and the stall gate on his way out. The horses were all set, as were the goats, the pigs and the chickens, all safe in their barns and stables for the night.
Back to the house he went, the coolness in the air evident and the few scatterings of fallen leaves already on the ground. He couldn't believe that in less than four weeks, Amy would be starting preschool at the outdoorsy-hippie school you taught at. It seemed like only yesterday she was just a tiny baby, taken in by you and Rhett and who she always called "Mommy and Daddy" instead of "Uncle and Auntie". Now she would be starting preschool in September when the leaves would be falling and the threat of winter was looming around the corner.
Up the steps he went, the front door creaking open on its hinges as he walked into the brightly lit home. He knew you were upstairs on strict bedrest but Cecelia was downstairs reading Amy and Hannah a story before dinner time.
"Hey Ma," he greeted.
"Hey Grumpy," Cecelia chuckled when she finished the story.
Amy jumped right up as Hannah carefully climbed her way down the sofa, waddle-running to her father with her Eeyore stuffie in her hands. Amy still had her little circus-clown ragdoll, taking it with her wherever she could possibly go. Luckily, Mrs. Newman and the other teachers at the school told the incoming children that they would be allowed to bring a stuffed animal or a doll from home to sleep with at naptime and would even learn to make their own.
"You two eat yet?" Rhett asked them.
"Papa made dinner," Amy answered.
"Momma still upstairs??"
Amy nodded.
"Alright, you and Hannah go get ready for baths," Rhett told her. "Gotta start goin to bed a little earlier now that school's startin for the the both of you."
Amy and Hannah both scooted up the stairs to wait for Rhett while Cecelia started on cleaning up the kitchen. "Can't believe she starts school in four weeks," he remarked, leaning against the doorframe.
"Yeah and ya'll got two more little ghouls comin up behind'em," Cecelia remarked as she began scooping the rice and asparagus into a plastic container.
Rhett groaned at the fact that already you two were expecting twin boys, the due date slowly creeping in just as the seasons did when they changed. "Yeah (y/n) was sayin something earlier about one of them resting their little butt right on top of her bladder."
"And need I remind ya'll that you used mine for a soccer ball?" Cecelia reminded him.
"Ma....."
"Your father would complain every time I had to run thirty minutes back to the house for a new pair of pants...."
"Ma......"
"........And it didn't help at all when you parked your little butt wherever you damn well pleased....."
"MOTHER!!"
Cecelia laughed as she spooned the last of the rice from the rice cooker into the container, closing the lid up and putting it away in the fridge.
"C'mon Ma," Rhett told her. "Why do you have to be so embarrassing?"
"It's my job," Cecelia answered. "And believe me, that's nothing compared to what your father, your godfather and your uncles all have on you."
Rhett felt his cheeks going hot at the thought.
When he had finished bantering back and forth with his mother and when Royal had come stumbling through the door, exhausted from having finished the day's work, Rhett went right upstairs to get Amy and Hannah ready for their baths.
As soon as the girls had been scrubbed clean and stuck in their pajamas, they both ran right back downstairs to bug their grandfather while Rhett went straight to his room. You had been holed up in his bed all day long, resting and watching one movie after another on the little tv resting on an old dresser he had decided to use for a stand.
Rhett snuck in next to you, coiling his arm around you protectively as his hand slid to your ever growing bump. "Boys are restless again?" he mumbled.
"You'd better believe it," you told him. "I couldn't even work on my knitting this afternoon. They kept using my liver as a punching bag."
Rhett stifled a laugh but he knew these next three months would drag out like the last few hours of a long road trip.
"Any news on the house?" you asked him.
"Wes FaceTimed me earlier when I was in town and told me that the dead tree on the property collapsed and almost hit the lumber truck," Rhett chuckled.
"How's Russ?"
"Still cranky," Rhett yawned, the room already having grown darker as the night had finally set in. "Nona told him he couldn't help work on the house."
"M'sure that went over like a fart in church."
You two had grown sleepier than usual, but when Rhett finally looked at his digital clock on his nightstand, he mustered what little strength he had left to go check on the girls.
Royal handed Hannah off to him as soon as he got upstairs while Amy stumbled slowly to her room. He laid Hannah right down in her pretty little bed, covering her with her pale, rosy pink and white blankets and tucking her in with her Eeyore and her little baby doll in its pink dress.
Amy had barely made it to her room when Rhett picked her up and brought her in, placing her in her bed and pulling the quilts and the crochet blanket over her. Her little circus-clown ragdoll was tucked carefully under her arm, his adorable, brightly painted face and soft, cuddly little body close to Amy's face.
Rhett kissed her goodnight and Hannah too before heading back to your room to snuggle in for the night. The two of you soon fell asleep as the movie played out and the chilly night had at last set in, you and your little family remaining cozy as ever, just as you did with every season that came and went.
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You ain't seeing things! That's right, you're looking at the biggest ballgut you've ever seen! It's a combined effort though! It took a big pig like me and a delicious three-course meal that used to be my nephews. This huge jug of fat is made of Trevor, Gary and Benji, the tastiest boys an Uncle could ask for.
It all started when I was coming over to visit my brother for once and the bastard wasn't even home. The boys had been left for the weekend to fend for themselves since they were all at least in college and they'd been taking over the house with their musk and odors. As soon as I knocked on the door and the youngest, Benji, let me in, I was sure that I was about to have one last family reunion.
Now, I've always wanted to eat my nephews and their was no chance of them not ending up on my waist, but I couldn't help myself any longer and my brother wasn't here to stop me. Benji was right next to me and his lithe, athletic body didn't have a shirt on and he smelled like he hadn't showered in a while. I couldn't control myself and I pinned him against the wall, licking him up and down the face as I got a taste for my next prey. Benji didn't fight back or freak out, instead he moaned in response and went slack as if he was letting me have him, which worked great for me.
I gave Benji a long kiss and shoved his head past my lips while held his elbows against his side. Benji was just an appetizer, so I didn't take much time with him and swallowed him down my gullet up to his navel. He hadn't struggled much as my prey and it was easy to take his pants off too, then it hit me that Benji wanted to be eaten and I patted my stomach that his head had just entered for the willing meal. Young boys have needs with their precious cocks and I needed to have that extra cum flavor, so when I had Benji's dick on my tongue, I savored and played with him until he blew his creamy load. After that, I gulped the last of my nephew down and he soon entered my gut fully and curled up inside me.
With Benji's addition, my shirt became to tight to keep on and I had to go shirtless now. I rubbed the new mound that was my family, then licked my lips in preparation for the main course and went in search of the middle nephew and ex-lifter, Gary. Gary had been packing on the pounds for a while and had been getting fat too lately, possibly because he learned how to eat people like his dad and me. Either way, he was on the menu today and I don't let my prey get away.
I waddled myself up to the game room, finding Gary laid out on the couch with a bunch of beer bottles and pizza boxes around him. Drool coming out of my lips, I quickly stripped him down naked and took a moment to admire his form, his year of muscle building still framed his body and the new fat layered it softly while pooling in a soft hanging tummy. The only thought in my head was how delicious it's going to be to eat my nephew and how fat I'd get from getting him in my gut. I rubbed young Benji and warned him to make room for his brother and not to fight and get along once he's with us.
Before Gary could stir, I got to his feet and hungrily started feeding him to myself while I savored his taste. This nephew was an outdoorsy type and it showed through the sweat and stiff muscles in his legs, eliciting a voracious moan from me as I swallowed his knees into my mouth. I kept inching down his body, excited to reach his soft potbelly and have it stuffed inside my potbelly. I could feel Benji shifting on my waist when I plopped Gary's butt in my mouth, meaning my stomach had already started claiming my next meal.
While some find eating challenges daunting, I didn't and the prospect of shoving my nephews fat gut in my mouth was exhilarating. When I got to the soft sack, I suckled on Gary as I got all the sides of his pudgy in my maw before I took a deep swallow and gulped him down past his navel toward his moobs. Having all this soft meat in my mouth had me moaning in gluttony, both upsetting Benji and waking up Gary who was pretty groggy. Quickly I took a few more deep gulps and held up Gary's arms until I had him trapped in me up to his neck. I heard him start to question what was going on and I held back from chuckling, deciding that fulfilling my dream feast was more important and pushed his head down into my greedy gullet. I slurped down his muscular arms like thick sausage links until I had his fingers slipping down my throat and into my growing tank.
Gary settled in my belly with a heavy weight and I could tell he was pressing Benji to the sides of our belly, because his outline was perfectly visible. I rubbed the curves of my appetizer and tried to press him back in, forcing Gary to rearrange himself to give his brother space. Then I felt a weird bit of shuffling between them, then they started squirming like crazy like they were fighting over something before I felt a rhythmic movement. I gripped and felt over my gut, but it felt like there was only Gary inside now, unless Benji was somewhere I couldn't feel.
I hadn't lost any food, but it didn't feel the same not having Benji and Gary pressed together in me. I told my meat to play nicely while they digest, then I went back to the kitchen to look for my dessert, Trevor. Trevor was the oldest of my nephews and he was a bodybuilder that trained constantly to build up muscle on his 260+ lb. body, making him the perfect beefcake to have for a treat.
I waddled my way past the living room and found Trevor drinking a protein shake, dropping it upon seeing how good I looked with his brothers in me. He tried to stutter out some kind of question, but I closed the distance between us and pinned him against the wall with our family in my tank. Not caring to wait much longer to finish my feast, I ripped Trevor's clothes off and grabbed the back of his meaty head. He tried pleading with me, but anything stopping me from eating went on deaf ears as I opened my jaws wide to encompass his beefy shoulders.
Trevor was the only struggling prey tonight and unfortunately for him, I had more than enough energy to get my meat. Once he was in the back of my mouth and my esophagus dragged him into my throat, I worked on putting this hefty guy where he belonged. His broad back and meaty pec slabs were disappearing into me quickly while the jock tried to escape, but holding his wrist to his sides were keeping him still enough for me to work on. I pulled Trevor on top of my distended gut and kept gorging on my prey until I got down to his navel, feeling a weird sensation in my stomach that wasn't Trevor settling into his forever home.
I took another gulp and I felt something pull Trevor down after I swallowed, almost like someone else was helping me eat him. Or eating him himself! Fuck, did Gary eat Benji inside me and now he's eating Trevor too? Fattening up a pred by feeding him while he's already been eaten by a more Alpha Pred, how greedy could you be? Fuck it, I'm very fucking greedy! I gave an understanding slap to my gut, cheering on my nephew for turning us into Russian nesting dolls.
Not wanting to stop the greatest act of gluttony I've ever committed, I picked my Trevor and let gravity finish him off. I swallowed him down my throat in tandem with Gary, rubbing my growing belly full of another growing belly like a well-fed pig. Strong thighs, then sculpted calves disappeared slowly into my jaws until I wrapped my lips around his ankles and left only his feet outside of me. I wanted to savor the final swallow before I finished my three-course feast, but Gary had other ideas and he wanted the rest of his brothers enough to forcefully swallow Trevor using me as a conduit. I felt my prey's feet get sucked into my mouth then instinctively swallowed, sealing my nephew to his doom as his brother finished him off.
I had three college boys inside my stomach right now but you could only tell there was one, since he was full of the other two. I gave Gary a jostle as I bounced him around, playing with my soon-to-be ball belly and celebrating another good dinner. I had a gut full of one nephew that was stuffed with two more like a double stuffed burrito.
This level of gluttony was making my cock harder than its ever been and I could in no way reach my crotch, but feeling Gary move around was getting me there. After a few more slaps and squeezing my nephew-prey, I felt my cock bust its load and I finally let out monstrous burp that shook me a bit. Before I could admire my soon-to-be belly fat, I felt a huge rush of air in me and guessed that was Gary belching up his meat's oxygen. I nearly came a second time as I belched up my nephew's belch, giving me a new fetish that would be impossible to replicate.
Now that I'd gotten my food settled in, I went and got a camera to take a picture of my victory dinner. My dream to eat my nephews had finally happened and it went even greater than I could imagine! Now all that's left to do is wait for my brother to come home and give him a warm Family Reunion! I can't wait to eat my bro too and add him to this hungry hog's massive gut!
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steel magnolias (1989)
feel free to change as needed.
get your fingers out of the icing.
looks like a stuck pig bled all over my hands.
don’t put ice down my back!
stop that now! i can’t hear myself think!
turn off that stupid television.
that’s why god invented the a&p.
oh, you sweet thing. come on in.
it’s tacky!
it’s like talking to a brick wall.
you have to be so crude?
your technique is really good.
we’ll be busier than a one-armed paper hanger.
i pick up everything but boys and money.
honey, what do you say we talk some trash?
look at me. it takes some effort to look like this.
it is essential to that abreast of the latest styles.
i’m going to talk some sense into you.
he will cut your thing off.
you look like hammered shit.
don’t talk to me like that!
i have such a bone to pick with you.
sounds awful rich.
i serve it over ice cream to cut the sweetness.
i like the idea of growing old with somebody.
my dream is to get old and sit on the back porch covered with grandchildren and say “no��� and “stop that”.
i’m so anxious to discuss this topic for the 900th time this week.
you should not be on your feet all day long.
music is a wonderful thing to have in the background. it takes the pressure off everybody feeling they have to talk so much.
pink is my signature color.
an ounce of pretension’s worth a pound of manure.
they’re simply outdoorsy, that’s all.
we went skinny-dipping and we did things that frightened the fish.
it’s been a long time since we’ve had a youngster in this place.
i love those kind of talks.
that wasn’t a nice thing to do to your mama.
the last romantic thing my husband did for me was back in [year].
just because i’m bragging on you, don’t get lazy.
there’s some candy in my purse.
don’t talk about me like i’m not here!
there’s plenty of kids out there need good homes.
that’s alright, honey. oh, it’s alright. it’s all over now. it’s over.
we have work to do. daylight’s burning.
lord, give us strength!
that is one ugly dog.
this is it. i’ve found it. i am in hell.
don’t try to get on my good side.
he is a boil on the butt of humanity.
i bet he takes the dishes out of the sink before he pees in it.
now, i know everybody in this town, and i don’t recall having seen you before.
i don’t have any family to speak of.
it cost me sixty bucks to rent this sucker.
i know when you’re young, it seems like everything will always be perfect.
you old fuddy-duddy.
can we call a truce long enough for me to get a piece of cake?
you know i’d rather walk on my lips than to criticize anybody.
if you want to practice safe sex, you’re all set.
i’ll have sweet dreams with this under my pillow.
get your little butt over here.
how about a glass of iced tea? it’s the house wine of the south.
the nicest thing i can say about her is all her tattoos are spelled correctly.
white shows everything.
i wouldn’t want you to break a sweat or anything.
your poor body has been through so much.
you are special.
you’re jealous because you no longer have a say-so in what i do, and that drives you up the wall.
you’re ready to spit nails because you can’t call the shots.
i don’t know why you have to make everything so difficult.
honey, time marches on. eventually you realize it’s marching across your face.
he had the longest nose hair in the free world. now he hardly has any hair anywhere.
the only reason people are nice to me is because i have more money than god.
the only thing that seperates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize.
i’m surprised at you, talking about your kin that way.
my god, you look different. have you shrunk?
i’m not sure i can be gracious under pressure.
smile. it increases your face value.
i want to get my hair cut.
i’m only kidding. i’m just gay.
they’d been smoking everything but their shoes.
speaking of drawers, hang on to yours.
please don’t cry, or i will, too.
she prays at the drop of a hat these days.
why are you in such a good mood? you run over a small child or something?
i saw something about it on tv. very dramatic.
you’d give your dog a kidney if he needed one.
you’re supposed to soak the red beans overnight.
i’d rather eat dirt.
hand me the socket wrench, would you?
we are in the house of the lord.
i’m old and set in my ways.
i’d recognize this penmanship anywhere.
you have the handwriting of a serial killer.
that’s not easy to come by in this neck of the woods.
you should broaden your horizons.
i don’t read books ‘cause the good ones are made into miniseries.
you take your bible and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.
what’s the matter, pal?
honey, it’ll do you good to get out for a while. eat a real dinner.
how you holding up, honey?
the flowers were the most beautiful flowers i have ever seen.
it may sound real simple and stupid, and maybe i am, but that’s how i get through things like this.
it’s not supposed to happen this way. i’m supposed to go first.
i just want to hit something! i want to hit it hard!
this is your chance to do something for your fellow man.
things were getting entirely too serious for a moment. we needed to laugh.
she worships the quicksand i walk on.
spoken like a true smart ass.
let’s play on the swing.
i’m tickled pink.
life goes on.
i’ve never been so uncomfortable in all my life.
keep those eyes closed, or i’m going to staple them shut.
i’m an adult, i’m not a five year old.
i hate these stupid neighborhood things.
no one’s twisting your arm to keep you here.
let’s connect the bald spots.
eat shit and die.
get your tail hopping!
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clint barton hc // pets & animals
-> Clint's absolutely a big animal guy, both from being raised around cornfield and farmland in Iowa; to the animals of the circus. He's a sensitive guy when it comes to animals. Dogs are his favorite, but he doesn't dislike any animal and knows how to handle a number of them.
-> Clint is a hunter, to which he always hunts with respect and intent to only hunt what he will eat and use (see; 1994 hawkeye run, in which clint lives off hunted game in canada for months). He's not a fan of trophy hunting or hunting for the sake of fun. Clint always kills and makes sure that animal suffering is minimized or death comes quick or instant.
-> Clint is a fisher, while he will say that fishing is the sign of madness; he does in fact enjoy the act of fishing this goes in hand with Clint's survival skills as well as the fact he is an outdoorsy guy to his core.
-> Clint use to catch and release frogs growing up, and he has experience with rabbits from various circuses he traveled with that kept rabbits for magician acts.
LUCKY -> current -> you all know the story here, adopted after the dog rescued him in a fight with the Tracksuit Draculas, and then rushed the dog to the vet after being hit by a car. He was renamed Lucky from his original name Arrow. Clint is extremely attached to Lucky now, and has sense trained him to respond to audio stimulus for him and alert him to the phone ringing or door being knocked.
-> In the Star Trek verse, Bobbi got Lucky in the divorce, and is now her dog. So Clint no longer has Lucky.
LEFTY LUCIFER -> past -> A horse that Clint had in one of the traveling circuses. The horse got his name for being extremely mischievous and temperamental. Had a habit of breaking right hands hence the name Lefty.
LEFTOVERS -> alt verse w/ @biitchcakes -> Leftovers is a havana brown cat, about a year old, that Clint and Jessica found eating thai leftovers out of their garbage while the two were living in LA. They deduced that he must have been a Beverly Hills pedigree kitty. He takes after Jessica a lot, as he can be seen perched waiting for food with her, but Clint loves his cat son and LT gets along with Lucky well. The cat, of course, comes with them when they move back to New York. Clint spoils him rotten. He's a cryptid in the Barton-Drew household.
BISHOP -> star trek verse w/ @crisispider -> Bishop is a border collie, given to Clint after the events of Yorktown; @thefleetsfinest brought the therapy dog abroad once Clint was a month sober again after his relapse, and all the paperwork Leonard had done to acquire the pup had been completed. Clint's currently working on working on training Bishop to respond to whistle & clicks as well as sign language commands. Clint is training her for hearing tasks. She's a very good girl, and has done wonders for Peter's anxiety as well.
HORSES -> past -> Clint is use to hoses, knows how to ride and care for them, as well as how to break them in.
DOGS -> current/past -> His favorite animal! He has a lot of experience with dogs and dog training in fact. He absolutely spoils any dog he meets with food, but Clint actually knows not to overdo the people food. Mostly, because a healthy dog means a dog who lives long.
LIVESTOCK -> past -> Clint has experience with chickens, cows, horses, and pigs. He has experience with a few other livestock as well but he is most familiar with those four. Don't keep a rooster if you really don't need one is his advice.
#about; clint barton#all headcanons tag#queue; headcanons#you can't tell me that outdoorsy cowboy kid clint barton isn't an animal boy through and through#he loves them all and would keep any kind of animal if he could#stray cat? stray dog? stray bird? stray anything is all a yes.
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Back Together
Part 28
Pairing: Soap x Ghost
WC: 4.5k
Synopsis: Soap is coming back a little at a time, ya gotta love it
Warnings: Alcohol and smoking
"Piss off I'm not leaving," a rumbling voice spoke beside him, stopping immediately as he pulled in a deep breath and shifted in the bed.
It was silent for a couple seconds longer before another loud whisper found his ears, "Ghost you have not taken a shower in days, or even changed clothes. Please, you smell like a pig farm."
The man in the chair moved, the rough fabric of his gear scratching against the padded seat cushions before he growled, "I'm not leaving. Deal with it, Germ."
A low groan left his throat as he opened his eyes, blinking a couple times to clear his vision and staring across the empty space between them to Ghost and then up at Konig who was to the Lieutenant's right. The tall man had his palms pressed together seemingly begging the other big man in body and words to do whatever it was they were talking about. Soap looked between them both slowly and then moved his stiff muscles to push himself up on an elbow and ask, "Why are you leaving?"
The hazel eyes shot a glare up at Konig before the big man rumbled out, "I'm not. He thinks I smell, that’s his problem though. He can leave if he wants."
Soap gave a tentative sniff at the air, musk, blood, and an outdoorsy pine smell assaulting his nose. He merely gave a shrug though, he quite enjoyed the smell even if it was somewhat strong in their confined space. "He smells fine Konig, and I don't want him to leave."
The Lieutenant shifted again in the chair to cross his arms over his chest and continued to glare up at Konig, "I'm not leaving Germ."
The tall man threw his hands up in defeat and let out an annoyed, "Sie sind ein unnötig sturer Leutnant." Ghost didn't even move as Konig paced in frustration near the wall where two duffel bags were sitting, while Soap sat up in the bed to glance around the room. Price and Gaz were gone, leaving Ghost, Konig, and the ginger Scotsman he'd learned was Watcher, the man who had been there when he'd been taken, to fend for themselves.
"Ghost," the other Scot got all of their attention as he laid his gaming device in his lap, sitting criss crossed on the bench near the door. "Why not just take a shower in there," the fiery haired man jerked his chin towards the bathroom.
A light seemed to come on in the tall man's eyes as he turned around to face Ghost again, "Yeah! Go use Soap’s shower, you don't have to leave and you can use my extra set of clothes, I brought enough for a few days. They should fit you."
The Lieutenant narrowed his eyes, flicking his gaze at the man lying down and then back to the tall man going through his duffel bag to pull out clothes. Finally, Ghost seemed to relent and stood slowly, bracing against the back of the chair for a moment to steady his undoubtedly sore legs before rumbling out an annoyed, "Fine." His large hand reached out, taking a stack of clothes from the tall German and glancing back towards the Scotsman laying on the bed. There was no verbal question, nothing either of the other two in the room could decipher, but Soap saw it. The question hidden in those hazel eyes which he gave a quick nod to before the big man disappeared into the bathroom to clean himself and change for the first time in who knew how long.
When Soap looked back around he saw Konig had pulled a plastic bag out of his duffel, hanging it on the bathroom door handle for Ghost to tie up the stink bomb he had been wearing. The German turned back and he could see the smile in his green eyes underneath the black mask. He'd asked him about it a few days ago, remembering when he'd given the man the black mask before he'd been sequestered in a room not unlike this one while Price had figured out a solution for the problem he and Ghost had created. The shower turned on in the bathroom as Konig asked, "Are you ok? I heard last night that someone got in, Laswell is trying to figure out how right now from what I understood from Price."
He nodded glancing away as he remembered the night before, "Yeah, I'm fine. I may have broken the poor lass' nose though." His eyes downcast then, feeling a bit upset at having lost his mind on the poor woman who hadn’t known what she was doing and how dangerous he could actually be.
A small snort came from the tall man as he pulled a chair up beside Ghost’s and sat down. "She deserved it mein Freund. She never should have even been in here, it was not your fault. Do not feel bad about it, you have a right to protect yourself."
He nodded quietly not quite believing what the tall man said but unwilling to argue about it right now and asked, "Where did Price and Gaz go? I would have told them goodbye if I knew they were leaving."
Konig shrugged and waved him off, "You and Ghost were sleeping very well, they did not want to wake either of you. They are just going to grab some clothes, and some other things I cannot speak aloud while nurse Allbright roams the halls. She did not like the last time we came in here together with our…gifts."
Memories pressed once more into his mind, a hospital room much like this one but it had been both Ghost and him in the beds then. They'd all had their fun for a night, watching the football game that had Gaz and Ghost going head to head the whole time. They'd later ended up passed out around the room, Ghost and Soap having felt the worst of it the next day after mixing their pain meds with their copious amounts of alcohol, and nurse Allbright's scolding. Soap nodded and answered, "If it's anything like last time it will certainly be an interesting night."
Konig smiled at him beneath his mask, "They always are, Soap."
The water shut off in the bathroom and the Scotsman shifted his attention to his countryman, "Watcher?"
The young man looked up, returning his device to his lap while his fiery ginger head tilted, "Yes?"
"What are you doing over there?"
The man looked down at the device in his hands and smiled before turning it around to show off the little animals running around his screen, "I'm crossing animals Sergeant." Soap's eyes squinted as he leaned forward to try and see it better which prompted the young man to stand and take a couple steps closer before the silent question passed between them and he nodded quickly in answer. He came to stand beside the bed, Soap leaning away for a few tense moments as he told himself it was ok, Ghost would be back in a few seconds and Konig was sitting right there. He would be fine. Finally he leaned a little bit closer to watch the young man move the character around, shaking trees to get the fruit, talking to his villagers, and cleaning the weeds off of his island.
It was surprisingly relaxing, watching the young man do his menial tasks in that virtual world. "What do you do? Is there a point to the game other than just getting the fruit?"
Watcher gave a noncommittal shrug before answering, "Honestly? Not really. It's just you living your virtual life." Soap gave a slow nod of understanding until the ginger added, "Oh and owing a raccoon millions in debt for your house. That raccoon is a bloody loan shark let me tell ya."
There were a few quiet blinks from the dark haired man before he leaned back and shook his head, "And ya lost me Watcher. Thanks for sharing though, it’s surprisingly relaxing to watch."
The young man gave a quick nod, "No problem, sir, it helps with my anxiety so I play it in stressful situations. If you want to play, you’re more than welcome."
Soap immediately shook his head and waved off the hand that extended the device, "No, no, that's fine. I appreciate the offer though. Go cross your animals, lad." Watcher nodded and took his seat back on the bench, this time his knees pulled up to his chest and leaning back against the armrest. When he turned back to Konig a hint of surprise found him before his heart began to race and he stared across at the freshly cleaned up and casually dressed Ghost.
His face was still covered by the mask, and he couldn't tell if it was fresh or not but the clothes certainly didn't fit the style he expected, not that it mattered much he expected the Lieutenant looked great in anything he put on. The pants gathered around his ankles like joggers, but not like the pair of sweatpants he saw flash in his mind's eye. These were more like black cargo pants that, while a bit long on his legs, barely fit over the thick thighs, calves, and he also imagined his undoubtedly immense ass though that was hidden from sight at the moment. The long sleeve black shirt which he imagined would have fit rather snugly over Konig's chest already clung like a second skin to the broad expanse of muscle that was Ghost’s upper body. His shoulders pressed against the shirt hard enough it almost looked like the seams were going to give out under the strain. He could see every line between Ghost's muscles on his arms and especially his chest and abdominals. It literally left nothing to the imagination, except for maybe what the skin hidden beneath might have looked like, and he was sure the man had plenty of scars hidden under there. A small hint of pale flesh peeked out between the bottom of the balaclava and the collar of the shirt, he swore he could see a small purple bruise which disappeared when he shifted his shoulders. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the man, dark brows raised and lips pressed together tight which was the only reason he wasn't slack-jawed right now.
"You good Soap?" His figure shifted to a different man, one he had yet to see since coming back. The man was in a suit, face covered only half way so that he could still see the slightly curled blonde hair that sat atop his head.
He'd asked him the same thing Ghost had and the response he gave he knew was the same as well when he answered, "Yeah, I'm great honestly."
Hazel eyes flicked down to his mouth at the words and then narrowed before the big man found his seat beside the bed and asked in a quiet voice that he always used around the Scotsman, "You remembered something?" There was a slow nod from the dark haired man, and when Ghost neared Soap felt his heart rate picking up, glancing up at the heart monitor that had picked up its pace a bit dangerously into panic attack range, worrying even him for a slight moment. "What did you remember?"
"Uh," he couldn't form the words as the heart monitor continued to pick up speed before he forced himself to look away from the unholy sight that sat before. "N-nothing important, I just remembered someone. I-I don't think you would know them though." Soap looked away and let out a sigh of relief when the door opened and nurse Allbright walked in.
Her eyes glanced around nervously, before finding the heart monitor and closing the door behind her. "Is everything okay in here, boys? I was worried you were having another attack."
Soap shook his head quickly and glanced sideways at the traitorous heart monitor, "No not exactly. I'm fine, honestly there's no need for this thing anymore, I think ya should take it off, lass."
Nurse Allbright stepped over to the monitor examining it for a few moments before she smiled and shook her head, "I'm sorry but I can't exactly do that, Sergeant, safety regulations and such." Her eyes flicked up to Ghost who had finally gotten himself cleaned and gave the man a narrowed gaze before returning it to Soap and then back to the big man sitting beside the bed. Finally she said, "It's good to see you finally cleaned yourself up Lieutenant. I was starting to dread coming in here to check on my favorite Scot."
Ghost huffed and leaned back with his arms crossed defensively over his chest, "That was the smell of victory, Allbright. You should get used to it."
She gave a disapproving hum as she motioned for Soap to show her his hands to which he lifted the bandaged limbs. She donned a pair of gloves and gave him a questioning look, "May I? I promise I'll be quick. The bandages need to be changed though Sergeant." He felt the lump in his throat but gave her a quick nod as she pulled gently at the edge of the bandage, lifting it up and surprisingly managing not to touch his skin. Allbright's eyes shot up to the Ghost then as she finally shot back at him, "Smelled more like a high-school locker room to me but ok Lieutenant." He gave a gruff sound from deep in his throat but she merely casted him a smile before looking down at the wounds.
The holes had nearly closed and were draining nicely up to this point, the tendons being repaired while he was in surgery to fix the other countless injuries. She gave a pleasant smile as she left the bandages off for a few minutes moving to the other side of the bed. Ghost and Konig moved from their chairs, the Lieutenant standing against the wall in front of the bed watching her quietly while the taller man moved to take a seat next to Watcher, the darker redhead watching the brighter ginger with a nervous look beneath his mask. Watcher gave him a bright smile and leaned into him, turning the screen of his device so that Konig could watch as well.
Nurse Allbright lifted the sheet, revealing Soap's once mangled calf and thigh. They had been stitched back together with painstaking caution and as she peeled back the bandages, still careful not to touch him somehow, and bless that woman for being able to do so. Staples had been used along the bite on his thigh, much like the one on his shoulder and back. Soap watched her careful examination before she lowered his gown again and gave a quiet nod. "Roll over for me? Need to check that shoulder and back too while I'm here and already replacing bandages." He gave a nod and rolled towards the chairs as she moved back around the bed again, pulling the shoulder of his gown off carefully which had the monitor tick up a notch.
Ghost stepped closer, glancing nervously between them before Soap shook his head and the big man relaxed at the foot of the bed, though he didn't step back still ready to act at a moment’s notice. The bandage pulled off his shoulder and back as she examined it quietly before smiling and he saw her nod out of the corner of his eye, "It's looking great Sergeant. I'm just gonna replace them, I'm doing my best not to touch you but I am very sorry if I do, ok?"
Soap nodded quickly, "I know, lass. I know. Just make it quick, aye?" She changed the bandages rather quickly, not directly touching him as she taped the bandages back on to protect the still sensitive flesh underneath.
She threw out the old ones and gave him a quick nod, "Ok well, I'll be back tomorrow. I've gotta go take care of some stuff and sense this was supposed to be my week of leave I only have you as a patient. So if you need me have the nurse's station give me a call. Goodbye," she gave Soap a quick smile and wave before her eyes found Ghost and gave him a quick nod. When she turned to the two sitting on the bench her gaze lingered for a moment longer than she meant for it to before she quickly left.
Soap’s gaze immediately turned to Ghost with what was almost a smile lighting up his face, "I didn't lose my bloody mind on her for once, did ya see that Ghost?" The pride was obvious on his face as he lifted his chin and sat a little taller against the pillows.
The Lieutenant took his seat again, giving Soap a quick nod and answering, "You did good, Soap." Warmth ran over his face at the praise, reveling in it with that same proud look on him. They all sat in content silence for a bit, Watcher explaining what he was doing in the game he was playing to Konig, even handing it over a couple times to let the tall man play. It was nice watching the quiet smiles and little laughs coming from both the redhead and the ginger.
At least until the door opened and Price, Gaz, and Laswell filtered in, suppressed smiles on all of their faces as they were up to something it seemed. They threw their duffles with the others next to Konig’s and Watcher’s, Price looking at the two men on the bench before he opened his duffel and produced a couple bottles of liquor and a cigar for himself. Gaz pursed his lips and glanced down at Laswell who produced some bags of fast food from her duffel and a laptop before the Sergeant slid into the chair beside Ghost that had been vacated by Konig earlier. The woman shot Gaz a glare before saying in a quiet albeit threatening tone, “You have till the count of three to move out of that chair Kyle.” An immediate look of regret found Gaz’s face before Laswell began counting, “1…2…” he shot up out of the chair the second her mouth began to form the word three. She gave him a quick smile before she took the seat herself and opened her laptop, sitting the fast food bags into Ghost’s lap.
The Lieutenant looked down at them for a moment, blinking once before he went through the bags and pulled out two burgers for himself and then passed the bags along to Soap. The Scotsman reached into the bag and pulled out a box of chicken nuggets and a carton of fries before nodding for Gaz to come over, watching the man take the bags and pass the rest around. Soap shoved a fry into his mouth and then glanced at Watcher before asking, “Hey,” eyes shot to him before he continued, “Does that thing have movies, Watcher?” His countryman nodded and Soap nodded towards the TV, “Let’s watch something then.”
Watcher pressed a few buttons on the device and then stood up, moving to his duffel bag and pulling something out with a few cables and such. They all watched quietly, curious as to how the man was going to do this, bags of food still passing around as they emptied. Price had stolen more cups and was pouring everyone drinks, handing them out until he stopped at the bright ginger, blue eyes narrowing with a question on his mind. “How old are you, kid?” Watcher paused, looking at the cup and then up at Price before ducking his head and muttering. The Captain narrowed his eyes and leaned closer before asking again, “What did you say?”
The ginger coughed and raised his voice, “I’m eighteen...Well in a few months.”
Price turned a wide-eyed look to Laswell and asked, “You let us bring an actual kid to some of the most dangerous places on this planet? What the bloody hell, Laswell!?”
The woman shrugged from her place in the chair as she worked, “You didn’t ask Captain. Besides he is one of the best, if not actually the best, software engineers in the world and an absolute wiz with any kind of technology, especially in regards to the British Army right now. He is invaluable in general and he was useful in trying to find Soap.”
The young, well kid now, went red at the ears as he fixed the TV up and then slid the device into a docking station, balancing it on the counter below the big screen on the wall. He turned back around with a nervous half smile and waved with two fingers at all of them, “Aye that’s me. Good ole Watcher, no need to really discuss me though. I’d rather ya not.” He produced the two paddles and lifted one in each hand with that same nervous smile still on his face, “Alright Sergeant what are we watching?”
Soap watched him for a moment, Price’s eyes still wide at the revelation Watcher wasn’t even eighteen years old yet. “It’s not that bad Cap, I enlisted before I was even sixteen,” the words slipped out before he even realized what he was saying. He looked surprised at the revelation himself and then furrowed his dark brows, “Wait is that right?” Soap seemed to think for a few moments ignoring all the wide eyed looks before he nodded, “Yeah it is. Huh. Enlisted when I was fifteen, they never even questioned me about it.” The Scotsman ignored the stares flicking between both him and his countryman and answered, “We should watch Braveheart, Watcher. These brits don’t know anything about us. Put it on, mate.”
A real smile lit up the ginger’s face as he flipped through the apps on his little device and found the movie. “Fuckin Scots mate,” Ghost muttered as he ate his burgers, shaking his head.
Price just looked exhausted at that point, digging through the last bag and still wondering whether he should give the seventeen year old a drink or not. He didn’t want to break the law but the ginger had seen a great deal of suffering with them already, it didn’t seem right to prohibit him from drinking. Finally he just muttered a curse under his breath and handed the cup over to the teenager, “If anyone asks, you didn’t get it from me. You understand me kid?”
Watcher smiled up at him, “Understood sir.” The ginger leaned back into Konig who was sprawled on the bench, using the big man as a pillow as the movie started and everyone settled in to eat.
As the intro started Konig leaned down and asked quietly, “What is Braveheart?”
Soap answered before anyone else had a chance to, “The tale of the greatest man the Scots have ever known. Our greatest ancestor who won us our freedom. The brits stood no chance containing that man. You’ll love it, Konig, I promise.” And so they ate, drinking as they did and Soap and Watcher making comments about the bloody brits nearly every five minutes, alternating between one another. Even Laswell put up her laptop to enjoy the movie with the rest of the team as she ate. Everyone watching with exasperation as Watcher and Soap mimicked the most famous speech of the movie, “Run and you'll live, at least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives.” They paused for dramatic effect with the movie and then raised their voices to a near yell as they finished, “But they'll never take our freedom!”
Price had heard enough by the time the most famous “FREEEEEEDOOOOOOOOM,” was nearing around the end of the movie. Ducking into the bathroom with his cigar and lighter before the two Scots could yell it along with William Wallace, and they could all hear him shoving the small window above the back of the toilet open. As the credits rolled Soap gave a satisfied nod, glancing over at Konig, “That is the greatest movie you will ever watch Konig, and don’t ever forget it. Not even amnesia can stop you from remembering that masterpiece.” The German gave a slow nod of understanding, taking a fry from Watcher as the ginger had dozed off against his ribs, it seemed he too was a quick sleeper.
It wasn’t even a few moments later that they heard loud cursing from the bathroom, loud enough it even woke their dozing teenager. Price’s voice sounded more than worried, the man was downright frantic as the sound of stomping started. Laswell was the first to move, opening the bathroom door to see Price with his foot in the trashcan while smoke coiled up towards the ceiling. Gaz reacted next, pulling his phone out immediately as he put it up to record for their enjoyment later, and especially for his TikTok audience to enjoy.
The next thing they heard as Price stomped his foot trying to put out the cigar was a quiet giggle from near the door. Soap turned to glance at Konig who was trying his best not to laugh at the seemingly serious situation but the man just couldn’t help it. He broke into a fit of giggles, they racked his body hard enough that it even disrupted how Watcher was laying on the man, the ginger having to push himself up to sit so that he wasn’t bouncing every time the tall man took a breath in. Soap’s lips pressed together, the corners quirking up in a small smile, as another memory surfaced, one where he had dragged the tall man back home. Both of them absolutely piss drunk as he had tried to unlock his door, giggles erupting from the both of them in uncontrollable fits. He remembered trying to quiet himself and the other man down but failed horribly which only made them laugh even harder. They had eventually made it inside but not after suffering several failed attempts to get the key inside the lock and even more failed attempts to stop their disruptive laughter.
Konig’s giggling in real time and in the memory combined with the sight of Price and Laswell both now working to get his foot unstuck from the trashcan and the absurdity of Gaz recording it all brought out his beaming smile and a quiet laugh that had his shoulders bouncing. At least until his head fell backwards and his arms wrapped around his stomach. His ribs flared up in pain but it wasn’t enough to stop the full body laugh that escaped him at everything. His eyes shut tight against the tears that were, for once in what felt like forever, amusement rather than fear or pain. He didn’t see Ghost staring at him with soft, wet eyes or Gaz’s phone shift to focus on him and in turn Ghost, Watcher, and Konig as well. All he could do was drown in the amusement that followed, letting himself experience it, at least to his amnesia riddled brain, for the first time ever.
#slow burn#soapxghost#soapghost#soap cod#soap#ghostxsoap#ghost cod#ghoap#ghost#john soap mactavish#captain john price#john price#kate laswell#kyle gaz garrick#konig cod#konig#kyle garrick#gaz#captain price#call of duty#modern warfare#modern warfare ii#simon ghost riley
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🖤 Excuse me! I would.love to hear more about Albertan Rodney if/when you are so inclined. Xxx
oh boy i am SO inclined buckle up bc i have some THOUGHTS about this!!
okay so i'm from alberta, born and raised, and i have literally been thinking about rodney being from alberta since the first time i watched tracker at like 11 years old. if you're not aware, alberta is a VERY redneck/conservative province, i refer to us as americas 51st state bc so many people here have a lot of Conservative Capitalist America Views. as one of the oil and gas capitals of the world, there is a lot of people who work on the oil rigs (everyone here (that i grew up with) calls them rig pigs, and i can 100% see rodney calling them that) especially in fort macmurray, which is located in the middle of the athabasca oil sands.
and like don't get me wrong there's a lot of great things about alberta but it's too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer and imagine you're a genius who's smarter than everyone around you by the time you're like 8 years old and you're just. Stuck There. stuck surrounded by people who think fossil fuels are the end all be all of power technology. surrounded by all these narrow minded people stuck in their ways and incapable of looking forward towards the future. he probably couldn't WAIT to get out of there the second he could, and i have no doubts he did
but i also think he gets, like, weirdly nostalgic for it? alberta is a fucking BEAUTIFUL province it's literally so fucking breathtaking and we have everything. we have mountains and forests and plains and grasslands and badlands, it's so fucking diverse and despite all its problems (so many problems), you can't help but look around sometimes and think "i am damn lucky to live here." i can just imagine rodney going to different planets and just taking a second bc whatever world they stepped onto looks /just like/ that provincial park he went to as a kid. or that picture of a mountain range he saw at school every day for 6 years. or some other vivid memory of where he grew up (it helps that they filmed in BC so it's not that much of a stretch to be like this literally looks like somewhere he's been before)
i also think there's a lot about being albertan that he hated as a kid but as an adult, specifically with his team, he's more inclined to miss. like obviously some things he shared the second he could (maple taffy was the first thing on his requisition list when they reconnected with earth and you cannot tell me otherwise. it's also what him and ronon first bonded over you can't tell me otherwise for that either) but certain things (like going to Edmonton or Calgary for Vacation bc that's where the Things To Do are, or maybe Banff or Jasper if you're feeling Touristy/Outdoorsy) that seemed so terrible for whatever reason as a kid seems... endearing almost? and especially when ronon and teyla start talking about athos or sateda, rodney just feels like he wants to share too, share this part of himself with his team that maybe he didn't always like but. it's part of who he is, it shaped him, and as awful as it was at the time maybe he wouldn't have pushed himself as hard as he did to get to where he is now. he worked and worked and worked to get as far away from that stupid town as possible and he literally went to another galaxy to get away from it and he ran right into the family he didn't think he would ever find (no that's not projection shut up)
wow okay this is getting long so i'll end it here but yeah i have Thoughts. about rodney mckay and how he definitely absolutely 100% grew up in alberta! thanks for the ask i hope this answer satisfies you
#actually tho thank u for this ask#it's so exciting when people actually wanna hear my thoughts on things#rodney being albertan has been something i consider as a Canon Confirmed Fact for forever#and as he's my Favourite Character Of All Time#i get kinda emotional sometimes thinking about it#when i was in grade 12 fort mac had horrible wildfires#and most of the area had to be evacuated#it was devastating#and sometimes i think about rodney hearing about that news#maybe jeannie mentions it in a message she sends#and he just kinda has to take a second#bc he was never really sentimental at all to his hometown#hasn't thought about it in years#but hearing that it all burnt down#his old house#his elementary school where he built a bomb#the place where he got his first job that was the first step of His Future#he gets kinda misty eyed#the team is like wtf are u okay#and he's like no yes no idk#and then they just reminisce with him about it#god i'm actually insane with this concept#anyways yeah that's my Albertan!Rodney thoughts#enjoy#rodney mckay#sga#stargate atlantis#alberta
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I would love to be assigned a webkinz ♡
I work at a nature preserve and one time I accidentally sent a child down the river in a kayak with no paddle (He was a very good sport about it though). Also once spent 3 hours with my family trying to catch and rescue an abandoned guinea pig that someone left there! (We got him his name is Pumpkin and he's very spoiled)
You remind me of the signature chimpanzee!! curious and outdoorsy :)
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babysitting headcanons and kind of also parenting ones for some reason
Astarion: He gets jealous of Tav’s other friends so he would be jealous of a baby. Would absolutely neglect it and has no patience with children. Has only ever had a good interaction with a child when Tav is looking directly at him pressuring him to say one (1) nice thing. Might be marginally better with teenagers but still liable to get into screaming matches with them.
Gale: I think he finds babies fascinating conceptually (what a cool idea to be seeing everything and learning everything for the first time!) but not in practice (messy, crying, needs a lot of attention, Gale is not very patient). I think he would be good with kids for a short period of time but after an hour or so would get really drained. A good uncle but not a good babysitter.
Halsin: Canonically takes care of kids and they all call him “Daddy Halsin” so of course he would be perfect. Would turn into a bear and let them ride around on his back. The only drawback is that it might frighten kids who are scared of large animals but he would do his best to make them feel safe.
Jaheira: I think she really wanted to be a good mom but failed at it because it’s basically impossible to balance that with saving the world multiple times, so it might be better for her to look after a kid sporadically; babysitting is a good in between. I know the Harpers are like cop adjacent but she's the kind of person to read the kid a book like “so the doggie says ‘woof woof’ … butterfly don’t say nothing … the pig says ‘Stop in the name of the Flaming Fist!’”
Karlach: I imagine she’s good with kids but it’s hampered by the fact that she can’t physically pick them up / change their diaper / stop them from running directly into a tree branch / etc. But if she has her upgrade she would be great! I can picture her having planned on having kids eventually, but then she was sent to the Hells. Sadly she is not a regularly available babysitter option :(
Lae’zel: Rolls her eyes at being asked to do so but will if she likes you enough. Teaches the kid swordplay; they come back with a black eye but they had a lot of fun. Not a good candidate for a regular babysitter but works in a pinch.
Minsc: Would accidentally sit on the baby. Tries his very very best but is not suited to it in the slightest. Would throw the kid too high into the sky when they wanted uppies and would always catch them but you’d be scared out of your mind. Better with older kids, would be a great camp counselor if your kid is super outdoorsy.
Minthara: Similar to Lae’zel, doesn’t want to do it but will if she likes you enough. Your kid will be returned fed and physically intact but probably either bored due to no enrichment or terrified because Minthara told them about The Spiders.
Shadowheart: Likes kids more than she would freely admit but isn’t inclined toward them. As with Gale, is alright with kids for maybe an hour but would not be a good choice for anything longer than that. However she is pretty responsible with them, she would watch your kid while you go smoke. She will do everything technically right but would not enjoy herself.
Wyll: THE BABYSITTER OF FRONTIERS!!!!!!!!!!! GREAT WITH KIDS, A GOOD TEACHER, NURTURING, PATIENT, KIND, AND YES HE IS SINGLE!!!!!!!!!!!! He is not only fun but also understands how to deal with difficult situations and knows what is age appropriate for a child (will NOT let them swing around a REAL sword like Lae’zel would). Absolutely the gold star standard, the only downside is that your kid might like him more than you. They will complain when it’s time to be picked up or when you come home because of how much fun they’ve been having. Would be the best parent on this whole list.
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thank you @emzwolf for tagging me in this. I hope it's okay that I'm responding like a week late lol
were you named/named yourself after anyone?
not my first name, but my middle name is theresa and apparently that's after a character in a film my parents liked. I can't actually remember what the film was called (I've never watched it) but I think it might have been a czech film? and I know the character gets killed off bc that's the first thing I asked my parents when they told me I was named after her!
when was the last time you cried?
either having a breakdown over my work scheduling me for too many overtime hours without even asking me, or that one book I read recently where the ending absolutely wrecked me (both were in like july so I can't remember what was most recent!)
do you have kids?
no but I want to one day!
do you use sarcasm a lot?
i quite like using it but i don't know if i'm that good at it!
what's the first thing you notice about people?
i'm not the most observant, so i guess just whether they seem like someone i could vibe with and get on with, or someone i shouldn't quite trust
what's your eye colour?
brown
any special talents?
i guess i'm quite creative and good at crafty stuff, but I don't know if i'm better than the average person! same with creative writing (though i did get shortlisted for a national creative writing prize once! but by national i mean scotland which isn't exactly a massive country)
scary movies or happy endings?
i guess both! i've got quite into horror movies recently, but i do like knowing that characters are going to be all right too
where were you born?
baden-württemberg, germany - though I moved to the uk when I was like 4 months old. but i spent a gap year living in the city where i was born again after i left school
what are your hobbies?
reading, writing, crafting i guess. i don't have many outdoorsy hobbies - i used to take riding lessons, but i can't afford to anymore
have any pets?
not at the moment. i had guinea-pigs as a kid, and i'd love to adopt some cats as soon as i'm able, but i'm still a student and renting, so it's difficult at the moment
what sport do you play/have you played?
i'm not super sporty - i have really bad hand/eye co-ordination which makes traditional sports quite difficult. like i said i used to ride, and i was into sailing and rowing as a kid too, but that's about it! oh, i also had ballet lessons till i was 10, if that counts
how tall are you?
i'm not actually sure and i'm on a train right now so i can't look it up - sorry!
favourite subject at school?
english I guess. i also really loved home economics, but only when we did cooking (half the time it was just classes on hygiene which was boring!)
dream job?
I really don't know! i guess i'd love to be a writer, at least part time, and then maybe do something else for just a few hours a week that involved seeing people but wasn't too socially draining. maybe something to do with history or children's books
tagging: @goblincoreinfp @freakwiththeknifecollection @faithdeans @lunaroceanic @schuerk-wie-schurke (as always, absolutely no pressure though!)
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HAPPY FIRST OF MAY!
We're five months into the year! Which is wild, because didn't the new year just start?! That's okay, we're heading towards all of the fun, outdoorsy events in our town, and hopefully some beach and pool time. But, you know, we have to get through May first! We have a fun one-day event, and a larger, more involved week-long event, some fun mini-events headed your way... and just a few reminders for everyone to keep in their brains.
HAPPENING IN MAY!
Mother's Day -- May 14 -- happening at From Brush to Canvas at 12PM EST; paint a still life with your mom! All mothers (and their kids) are invited to come out.
Nature Week -- May 20-28 -- a week just dedicated to being in nature. Camping opens up at The Glen, and there will be a flower festival happening at Lavender Lane. All invited!
MAY'S MINI-EVENTS!
Cinco de Mayo -- May 5 -- half-price tacos at Paco's any time after 5PM for anyone who stops in! (full menu also available.)
Pizza Party Day -- May 15 -- pig out on Pizza Thyme's pizza buffet on pizza party day!
Memorial Day -- May 30 -- join everyone at Cityview Park for a fun picnic, just don't forget to bring some food!
EXTRA BIT OF FUN!
If you haven't gotten the chance to do it yet, don't worry -- the inspiration behind task can be done at any point in time! There's a good chance that we'll have another task sometime soon... probably spring or summer related, but stay tuned. We also didn't get any new participation in the Benefactor's project... so please try to jump in on that, send us a little testimonial from your character that we can use in ads!
RULES & REMINDERS!
as usual, take a few moments to read over our rules! we haven't changed anything (other than going back to two days per week for acceptances and two character at once), but it's never bad to refamiliarize yourself with them.
as we've talked about recently, we know notifications are wonky -- please read this post with some suggestions and just do what you can to keep on top of everything! try to be careful with replies in terms of making sure they're done in (some semblance of!) order so people can kind of gauge where they're at to see if something was missed / lost in the shuffle, and don't be afraid to communicate with each other!
starters! as much as we hate feeling annoying by harping on this, we hate people feeling left out even more. please put priority into replying to open starters. we are going to be strict about handing out strikes if we don't see an effort being made to be inclusive by branching out into opens.
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BEHIND THE SCENES!
not a ton going on behind the scenes! we have gone back to accepting on Monday & Thursday, and holding mod hours of 5-10PM (I will still be on other hours when I can!). we also have gone back to accepting two characters at once.
we're looking to do another paired off writing assignment sometime in the coming months! but... we are going to require writers to check in with us once the thread is started, and if it isn't, we may issue strikes. we really want to work on inclusivity! but understand that there's always glitches the first time around. thank you to everyone who participated!
this month, we're going to be very observant about activity, just to see if we need to change any policies / rules for the summertime regarding character pick-ups, activity, etc. So just do your best!
HAPPY MAY, MERROCKITES! xx
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Grill'z Kitchen
Went down to KK to visit my dad for the CNY, and after going to many a familiar places to eat, my dad finally brought us to some place new on our last day in KK, which is Grill'z Kitchen.
Location: Not really sure, but I think it should be around Beverly Hills area
Setting: Nice outdoorsy feel, with the indoor setting mostly for private rooms and maybe even karaoke, from the singing I can hear coming from inside there
Random shot of the menu
My dad's spaghetti
My hubs and my mom in law's steak with rice (forgot the actual name of the dish)
Mine and my dad in law's pork ribs
The food there tastes amazing, though the only beef I have is that the portion is ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY HUGE!! It's even huger than the pork ribs I had in London! What do they feed the pigs with? Steroids??
But still, it's absolutely worth the money. A little bit expensive, but still absolutely worth it with the deliciousness and the portion of the food. And hey, it's pork. PORK! Something you don't always have when you're back in Brunei, that's for sure.
Might even consider coming back here again some other time.
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if you like signs from the other side or spiritual woo woo or maybe just a good ghost story this is for you (@rickygervais not you and stop feeding my goldfish) anyway Cloud’s Mum messaged me today .. her husband Chris is a gardener .. and they live a fairly rustic life .. she’s outdoorsy .. when we were married she used to make me sleep in tents and get chased by geese or feed pot bellied pigs .. you get the idea .. anyway when it comes to house plants she’ll be the first to admit she’s a bit rubbish .. so .. as you know .. my daughter Cloudia ended her own life a year ago .. yeah I keep banging on about it .. it’s sad and I wish I’d seen it coming but all things considered I’m actually .. well apart from trying to eat a meal while my current wife wretches into a saucepan attached to a chemo pump .. but you know .. all those family sailing holidays when I was a kid suddenly make sense .. this is a photo of Cloud’s Peace Lilly .. her Mum inherited it (is that the right word .. guess it’s a hand me up?) when Cloud died .. anyway she’s tried her best to keep it alive and apparently it was looking a bit shit .. she went to Iona for five days and scattered some of Cloudia’s ashes .. so she gets back and thinks ‘that plant hasn’t had any water this week in this heat’ .. she waters it .. it flowers .. it’s never flowered before .. and it looked half dead .. but it flowers today of all days .. for fuck sake .. the dog (who also has cancer by the way) just wretched .. something shot out onto the carpet and he ate it .. thing I hate the most about cancer .. people are really ill but they look and sound exactly the same .. the nurse came with a bucket of drugs .. a bucket! @ginatywharton has had three chemo drugs and a whole load of other IV drugs to prep for it then a whole load more to reduce the side effects .. and she still looks as healthy as ever (at Glastonbury, Somerset, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChS7nFysTmI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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The powerlifting gold winner, Lorraine More trots an exceptional path
Animals were family to British naturalist Gerard Durrell, and the rest was irrelevant. Lorraine More, a gold medal-winning powerlifting champion and among the sought-after Indian heros, was raised with rib-tickling evocative recollections of animals. Japalouppe Equestrian Centre in Talegaon (near Pune) is now a horse-riding paradise. Lorraine is a difficult act to follow after becoming the first Indian woman to win eight gold medals at the Asian Powerlifting Championships in Istanbul, Turkey, lifting 165 kg in the masters 3 (60-69 age group) at the age of 66.
"Winning golds for India, being on stage while the national anthem played gave me chills – the emotion of doing it for your country was incredible," says Lorraine More, an Indian powerlifting champion.
First, life on an animal farm
Lorraine's life was extraordinarily a hero's journey even before powerlifting entered her life, with a silvery pixie cut and bangs stroking her face. The occasional horse pushed her off, her business went awry, and she lost the love of her life early on while living in harmony with nature. She dusted herself down, got back up, and kept going. The Indian powerlifting champion, who only began training two years ago, has shown grace in the face of adversity. Maggie and Shaggy the emus, Candy, Edison the donkey, Billy the goat, Baba the black sheep, Sheldon the baby bull, Rupert and Rosie, the leader of the geese clan, Muscovy ducks, Peter Rabbit and family, and guinea pigs are among the animals on her farm. They share their home with 62 magnificent horses (some of whom are ex-racehorses) and nine canines. Durrell would be blown away.
Lorraine More, wearing the traditional navy blue Indian team jacket with pride in an exclusive with Global Indian, mulls, "Having led an outdoorsy life brought me to reach where I am today."
Starting the Talegaon stud farm
The farm is named after an unusual tiny horse who became a show jumping champion and stunned the world by winning at the Olympics. "Strangely, Japalouppe's narrative is eerily similar to my farm's — we, too, fell flat on our faces as Japalouppe!" exclaims the lady, her laughter infectious. She was an animal lover since her father would bring home an injured bird, lamb, or baby chick. "Our goat Tina would join us for breakfast — tea and chapati." "We'd go fishing in the river," the elegant lady replies, her eyes twinkling.
The occasional rider was even more enamoured of her husband Samir, who had returned from England after training as a stud manager. They married after four years of dating. She and Samir founded the thoroughbred stud farm 23 years ago. "I used to ride and loved horses back then, and Samir taught me everything I know about breeding horses for the racetrack, which was a completely different experience." "As a small-time farm, we struggled with huge guns like the Poonawalas," remembers the Indian powerlifting champion, whose husband died in 2004, forcing her to close the farm and improvise. Japalouppe began slowly, with hand-selected horses and a loyal ex-pat clientele. Horses who had outlived their usefulness were provided a space to be active and retrain. It also has a connection to its accomplished owner, a former powerlifting champion who remade herself.
"We wanted the horses to bond with the riders, walk, trot, canter, gallop, and so on," she says of her animal sanctuary. There are even some small humans! Lorraine, when she was younger, managed it by herself until her son Rohan joined her. "He stood shoulder to shoulder with me and helped me bring it back to life. Today, it's a one-of-a-kind spot that kids adore," says the sweet lady, who herself had to weather the storm of falling in love with a Hindu boy. The young couple was expelled and sought refuge at Michael and Fiona (Buffy) Griffith's stud farm in Bihar. Buffy, her guru, taught her how to ride there.
Learning about life through horses
She acknowledges she isn't a terrific rider, preferring cross country. The trustworthy and obedient Romeo, her favorite horse, would follow her into nallahs. She was shaken when Zubin threw her off, and she didn't get back on quickly enough. "If you don't get back on the horse soon after falling, you'll lose your nerve." "Just because you fall in life doesn't mean you have to stop," she advises. Rohan and Nikhil, her two boys, are excellent horseback riders. Today, Rohan is in charge of the farm, Lorraine is in charge of the petting zoo, and Nikhil, the younger son, assists when he can get away from his job. Her sons are referred to as "pillars of strength" by her.
The powerlifting golds
Lorraine began her powerlifting career two years ago as a mother's attempt to heal her diabetic son. "Diet and strength training was required for him. "I joined his personal trainer because I wanted to support him while also losing weight," she adds. She had always been active, doing yoga, so the "gym" portion didn't appeal to her. "It was strange to me." I've realized that strength training helps with bone density," she says, reminding her trainer that she's over 60! "Don't treat me as if I'm 30." "I had a terrific trainer – he's a K11 master instructor - Omkar Chincholkar, Omfit – and my personal trainer Vishnu – they looked after me in a very strategic and scientific way," the Indian powerlifting champion says with a smile.
Lorraine now performs 60 kg squats, 85 kg deadlifts, 30 kg bench press, and a 25 kg-25 kg farmers' walk while carrying dumbbells. Her sons have always been her biggest supporters, buying her the correct shoes, powerlifting suits, and other accessories. "They're quite pleased with what I've accomplished," she says with a grin. She has always been active and now wants to spread the word about the value of strength training.
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