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whollyjoly · 4 months

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The Cowboy's Christmas Ball - Killers x Easy Ranch

Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark, And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the lovely "meadow lark"; Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call, It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

They had truly outdone themselves, Dick thought.

The barn, which was usually filled with an odd collection of wobbly tables and well-worn armchairs, had been cleaned almost beyond recognition. Lights were strung across every surface, and paper snowflakes hung on twine from the rafters. Where once a moth-eaten couch stood had been transformed into a stage, where Liebgott and his band had set up for the night.

The dartboard had been left in the corner, and a sizeable crowd was watching Buck face off against Shifty - they were the two current leaders in Easy's running tournament, and from the mix of cheers and groans, it sounded like a tight match.

Dick traced his eyes across the crowd, half-consciously taking a mental rollcall of his boys, and smiled softly once he found who he was looking for.

Nix was standing off to the side, a pleased expression on his face as he basked in the joy of his handiwork. There was a glass of eggnog in his hand, and when Dick approached, he raised an eyebrow at it.

"Oh don't worry, this is about eighty percent whiskey."

Dick chuckled and settled next to the man, content to sit back and enjoy this moment.

"It looks great, Lew. I'm glad you put this together."

Nix shrugged, but Dick could see the pleased glint in his eye. "It's nothing the boys didn't deserve. Plus, you should see the parties we used to throw at the ol' Nixon Estate. Puts a shindig like this to shame."

The sour tone Nix had adopted was one Dick may have been accustomed to hearing whenever the man's family was mentioned, but it felt out of place at a party like this, and he wanted nothing more than to smooth it away. Dick reached over and put a hand on Nix's shoulder, squeezing once. The grateful look he received in response radiated a small warmth in Dick's chest, and he smiled in return.

A loud tapping on the microphone drew the men's attention away from each other.

"Hey Hoobler," Muck's voice rang out, "be quiet! The man's trying to speak!"

"Good evening, ladies and gents!" Harry Welsh announced, tipping dangerously over the microphone, "I now present to you our very own Smokey Gordon, with The Night of the Cowboys' Christmas Ball!"

Dick could feel more than hear Nix mutter, "oh, this will be good," and couldn't help a small smile.

Smokey, face slightly flushed from alcohol, waved to the crowd from the make-shift stage, and stepped up to the mic.

"The snow was thick on Christmas day, When a handsome rancher appeared to say, ‘Easy Ranch is just down yonder, If in need of cheer, take a wander.’

Out past where the creek waters flow, ‘Round the bend from where the hayseeds grow, The Cowboys’ there, the story’s told, Have wandering eyes and jokes are bold!"

"He means you, Luz!" Buck called from the corner, unabashed by the shushes and the bird flipped to him by George.

"As you come upon the old barn, You might hear a drunk spinning a yarn, About the group of men that they call Easy, Although only," Smokey paused for a moment, grinning at the crowd, "...most of us, are that sleazy.

Dick couldn’t help but chuckle at the raucous mix of protest and laughing agreement that swelled from the boys, toasting their solo cups as one.

"But hark! A different sound is a buzz, It’s the hollering shout of Jolly Saint Luz! I’m sick of this, he says, I’ve had my fill! Gimme a Philly Bop, led by Wild Ol’ Bill!

And so the country band starts up, All the Cowboys’ raise their cup, Except for our fearless leader, Dick, Who’s too good to laugh when drink makes us sick!

But let me take a moment to be serious, (See, ladies? I can be mysterious!) This family has brought me so much joy, Even with our local grinch, Joe Toye.

We’ve made this our home, and though, I don’t say it much, I hope you know, That I’m honored to have your love, And I want to return it beyond and above.

So here, ol’ Smokey does proclaim, Without an ounce of doubt or shame, We wish to welcome you, one and all, To Easy’s Cowboy Christmas Ball!"

The roar of cheers at Smokey's last line was almost deafening. It was a beautiful sight, Dick thought, to see all his boys laughing and happy. They might have had one heck of a year, but hear they all were, together, on Christmas.

Dick felt a warm hand on the small of his back, and it was easy to lean back into it. He turned to Nix, and caught the man studying his face.

"Everything okay, Lew?"

"Yeah," he responded distractedly. "I just, well, didn't expect this, I guess."

Dick raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect what?"

Nix shrugged. "Being happy."

And well, even without the excuse of mistletoe, Dick couldn't help but kiss him for that.

Merry Christmas from Easy Ranch!

So I was listening to The Killers Christmas album yesterday, when I heard their song The Cowboys' Christmas Ball. And then my fingers slipped, and I made a moodboard. And then my fingers slipped, and I wrote a Smokey-poem for the boys. And then my fingers slipped again, and well, it turned into a small fic!

This is a Christmas present to the BoB fandom as a whole, and to the Kinky Ron Discord Server in particular. Thank you all for being such an amazing group of people, of artists and writers and creators, and for welcoming me and my chaos. I love you all so, so much, and I am so thankful to have you in my life. Have a very, Merry Christmas ❤️🎄

pt 6/? - band of brothers as killers songs, cowboy edition

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zadien · 3 days

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I don't have time to write a Chenford Fanfic but I have an idea - Part One

I do not have the time or the energy to write a Chenford Fanfic (I have an 800k behemoth to finish instead) but 6x06 got me thinking things. So if I were to write one, it would be this (under cut because it's LOOONG and this is only part one):

Lucy gets some distance by taking some PTO and goes to visit Rachel in NYC. This gives her a friend that she can talk to who knows the players in this story but isn't involved with them and is fully on Lucy's side.

They drink, they have fun, they cry, they examine every sentence of the conversation from multiple angles.

Rachel helps her think things through, applying her own experience and knowledge

Lucy goes through the stages of grief - but doesn't quite hit acceptance.

But she's in a more solid place when she goes back.

While she was away Tamara moved out. Unfortunately Tim happened to arrive to pick up his stuff from a neighbour just as a moving truck leaves with Tamara following in her car.

Timothy throws a wobbler, goes to Grey demanding to know if Lucy's left (she's not been at work, she's not answering her phone, she's not answering the door).

Grey explains, with a certain pointedness that Lucy is away on PTO and that she let everyone who needed to know.

Tim vents to Angela - Angela points out that Tim doesn't have a leg to stand on since he went AWOL for 36 hours and only let Lucy in when Ray showed up. She suggests that maybe he should figure out what he wants while she's away.

He goes to Genny, pretty much gets the same talk and a gentle prod to consider therapy.

When Lucy comes back, he tries to talk to her but she's civil and to the point.

After rollcall he sees Lucy and Nolan leaving the war room and overhears Nolan asking if she'll be okay to work with Tim and Lucy tells him that she's worked with an ex before, she'll be fine. Nolan laughs and says that they were a bit different. Lucy makes a face but the job's the job right?

Besides, she was planning to break up with Nolan anyway, he just jumped the gun.

Tim is staggered, he puts it together that she and Nolan were together. He stews all day on this, Thorsen is on egg shells beside him, hand locked in a death grip around his seatbelt.

Other things fall into place and Tim has a timeline of their relationship and, running on self righteous temper, he goes to Lucy's apartment and challenges her on lying to IA when Nolan had the officer involved shooting. Lucy shoots back that he wasn't exactly toeing the company line himself.

This rocks him because his already shaky foundation is crumbling. She points out that he taught her that some things matter more, that there's ethics involved and the world isn't black and white, but he, getting emotional, retorts that their job is black and white. Realising this isn't getting them anywhere, she backs down and tells him she'll see him at work and if he wants to report her to IA, go ahead.

Leaving her apartment, Tim heads home to Kojo and reruns through those moments Lucy talked about and realises that he does need to figure out what he stands for. He starts therapy.

Time passes.

Noah Foster returns. Needs some help. Offers Lucy a comforting ear, and suggests a move to his location if she wants one. Lucy considers it.

Later that day Tim comes across Aaron and Celina in the bullpen speculating on whether Lucy is leaving since she's been in Grey's office a while and they heard Noah's invitation. His heart sinks because why wouldn't she avail of that opportunity.

Grey talks to Lucy, checking in with her after EVERYTHING

Lucy tells him that things have been tough, that she feels like she's stuck going nowhere.

Grey admits that while he was disappointed FOR her not getting detective, secretly, selfishly, he was a little pleased he got to keep her around. That maybe he doesn't say it enough but she earned her hotshot status but that because she's set the bar so high, that they expect her to do better than the others but that a failing on his part. That she's one of his most competent officers, the kind that he can assign to any task and know she'll complete it. That other departments ask for her specifically because she's got a reputation for being good. That she shouldn't let anyone's actions deter her from continuing to strive to go higher and that he'll start exposing her to other departments, get her name out there so that if anyone tries to black mark her again, there'll be enough people who know her to veto it. (because I need Lucy to get some kudos)

Grey asks if Lucy’s going to take up Foster on his offer and transfer to a different department

Lucy says no, that her family is here, and while things aren’t going how she expected, she doesn’t want to give up. Not yet. Besides, there’s a petty little part of her that wants to show Tim what he’s missing

Also side note but this would involve pining across the bullpen and Tim spending time staring at the curve of Lucy's cheekbone, the purse of her lips, the endless fidgeting with her (their) travel mug.

#chenford #chenford fanfic #ignore the sp&G this is just notes #I do know how to write properly #And this is not an indepth as the actual story would be #and Tim would get therapy #I just need this out of my brain #it's been percolating for days now #and I do NOT have time #I haven't even properly watched season 6 because Ireland doesn't have it yet #but I have ideas #just no time

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ginnyn · 1 year

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Do you remember I posted the Zenkaiger Official Account over Twitter went crazy for Kachiwa Mochi for a moment? Well, look who's in the joke now.

This is the Bandai Official account in which they announce Sentai Related items, and this is the last one! It's not region locked, thanks god, so you can see it.

Edit: The Super Sentai Restaurant also has fallen into the Kashiwa Mochi World spell

They are going full speed with the promotion for this movie it seems.

Also, Toei Video announced the merch they are going to be selling on site and online during the limited theatrical release, and those include this adorable Donbura and Colorful signs keychains O.o

Here to the rest of the merch (I'm not gonna lie, I also want that acrylic rollcall thingie)

#avataro sentai donbrothers vs zenkaiger #avataro sentai donbrothers #kikai sentai zenkaiger #I want those keychains in my Zenkaiger shelf stat #I'm going to plan so many fanfics out of very cringy theories which will never be true and I'm going to have fun dammit #also the coffee symbol has a “hidden” gear #that's the one donbros!kaito has in his lapel right?#Yes I just noticed the gear in the coffee cup #i'll see myself out #I just google haguruma #it’s means gear #I'll double see myself out

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justsomeno1s · 1 year

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Basil-Kel Swap Prologue Part 3

[The screen is white. A boy stands at a door. A girl stands at a door. A boy stands at a door. They knock, but the door doesn't shift. The doorknob has been removed.]

[The screen is black. A boy stands at a broken window. A single red eye peers from the darkness, slowly blinking. He turns to look at the person recording, and calls out. The audio is corrupted.]

["What did you do?"]

‘5… 4… 3… 2… 1… GO!’

Hide-N-Seek. A game older than time itself, revolving around the lessons taught so long ago- Hunter and hunted, predator and prey, an unending cycle where the only victories were-

“Omori… Psst!! Omori! Over here!”

Omori blinked. ‘Ah. It seems you were zoning out for a moment.’ He looked around, catching sight of Kel standing behind the tetherball pole. They stared at each other for a moment, before he ran to the seeker’s side, glowing a faint yellow.

“Hey, you found me! Nice job, Omori! Now I can help you find everyone!” he cheered.

Omori stared at him for a second longer, and Kel looked away in a fluster.

“Okay, fine! I wasn’t really hiding. I know you don’t like being alone, right? So I’ll help you out! Just don’t tell Berly, okay? Heh heh…”

He took Omori’s hand, with a grin, sheepishness erased.

“Come on! I don’t know where everyone is, but I know about how they hide! Let’s find everyone!!”

“Hmm… Basil’s normally pretty good at hiding. But he only ever hides near plants! Like, trees and bushes and stuff!” Kel put his hands on his hips, cape flapping. “How’s that for a hint, Omori?”

‘Was that a good hint?’

He was given a thumbs up, ‘it was serviceable.’ and Kel bounced in place.

“Heck yeah! I know my stuff, Omo!”

Basil was sitting behind a bush, staring at a small cluster of flowers growing nearby. With his light green hair, he was almost invisible, except for his flower crown.

“Found you!” Kel cheered, grabbing his shoulders, and Basil jumped, turning gray. His crown spat out another batch of petals as he caught his breath, flickering red. “Hehe, got you good, too!”

“Kel?! Oh, don’t sneak up on me like that!” He huffed, brushing off his pants as he stood up. He gave the pair a once over, and the anger faded away into a comfortable smile. “I guess you two are searching together now? Well, I’ll tag along too then! If you don’t mind, I mean…”

Kel wrapped Basil tight into a hug, grinning. “Of course we don’t mind! The more the merrier! Right?” Omori gave another thumbs up. “Yeah! Now, let’s go find everyone else!”

“Okay! Hero’s SUPER good at hiding! I bet he’s got an awesome spot picked out! Which means I won’t be much help, I guess. Sorry! Aubrey, though…” Kel hummed in thought, bouncing on his toes. “Well, she was eyeing the swingset earlier!”

Basil frowned. “But, that’s where everyone’s going once they’re found, right? Maybe that’s why she was looking at it.”

“Ohh, yeah! That makes sense!” Kel laughed. “Guess I’ve got nothing then! Oh, wait, no! Happy’s pretty small, and really likes to play, right? So I bet-”

‘You stopped listening, and indulged in the moment.’

“TEN-HUT!!” Berly shouted, beginning rollcall and Omori began to zone out again.

‘You didn’t find everyone… But you think you did a pretty good job! Congratulations, you!’

Omori abstinent-mindedly watched Berly smack Kel upside the head for falling asleep, and zoned back in.

“Hey, that was-!”

She smacked him again, and he glowered and shone red for a moment.

“BASIL!”

The green-haired boy smiled and waved. “I’m- I’m here!”

“AUBREY!”

There was no response, and Berly seemed to notice that she wasn’t there.

“Huh? Where’s Aubrey? Hey, Hero’s not here either!” She crossed her arms, flickering red as she looked at Omori. “What’s the big idea! You’re supposed to have ONE winner, not TWO!”

Kel hopped to his friend’s defense. “Hey, Omori found everyone else! So what if there’s two winners!”

Berly huffed. “Ugh. Fine. They went to hide up there, near that tree, right?”

Kel’s gasp of “I was right!” was ignored, as they all turned towards the tree.

“Hero? Aubrey? Are you two hiding there?” Basil called. There was a quiet thump, but nothing more.

“C’mon! You already won, you can come out!” He raced to the tree, then grinned. “Oh, I get it! You two are trying to see who gets found first, right? Well, Omori’s not seeking anymore!”

The tree shook, leaves rustling.

Basil took Omori’s hand with a frown, looking for reassurance. Omori shrugged, and they walked over to the tree with Kel.

“Uhm, are you guys okay?” He glanced at Kel, who frowned, in thought.

“Did… Did you get stuck? It’s not my fault this time!”

The tree slumped forward, falling like a dropped blanket.

“HWEHWEHWEHWEHWE!!” Boss laughed, Hero and Aubrey squirming from where they were being held under an arm each.

“BOSS!! I should’ve known it was you!” Berly yelled. “You good-for-nothing-... Let them go!”

“Yeah! What’d Hero ever do to you?!” Kel yelled, and Aubrey glared at him with an angry “Hey!”

Basil stepped back, eyes wide. “What-what are you doing Boss?! Aubrey and Hero are our friends! You can’t just-”

The Purple dinosaur bully cut him off with another laugh.

“You stupidheads! This isn’t about them!” Boss flexed, trying to look tough, and Hero winced.

“Ow, ow! Too tight, Boss!” Boss loosened his grip, continuing without even acknowledging Hero’s quiet “Thanks.”

“How dare you not invite me to play hide-and-seek! I’m the one who showed you all how to play in the first place!”

“That’s not really a good reason to kidnap our friends,” Basil said, and Aubrey joined in.

“Yeah! That’s right! Tell him, Basil!” She kicked frantically, huffing as she did.

Boss hopped in place. As he did, Mr. Plantegg tumbled to the ground with a squeaky whine, and Hero wheezed.

“MR. PLANTEGG!” Aubrey yelled, at the same time that, Kel flashed red, yelling louder.

“HEY! DON’T HURT MY BROTHER!!”

“Kel, I’m… huff, fine! Just… huff winded,” Hero said, before Boss straightened up, hopping again.

“If I can’t play with everyone, then no one can! This is a Boss-Only Zone now,” Boss puffed up. Basil took a step back in a panic. “And you’re NOT INVITED!!”

‘What will Omori and friends do?’

“Uhm, uhm!!!” Basil winced, looking confused and anxious. “I, I don’t fight! O-Omori, what do I do?!”

Kel rushed in front of him, grinning. “Don’t worry, alright Basil? Leave it to us!”

Basil nodded, still looking uneasy.

‘Kel encourages Basil! Basil’s ATTACK rose! Basil’s DEFENSE rose!’

‘Basil hides behind Kel! Kel gets ready to counter!’

Omori stepped forward, slashing at Boss.

‘Omori attacks Boss! Boss takes 19 damage!’

“Hwehwehwe!” The purple dinosaur laughed. “You weakling! You call that an attack!?”

‘Boss kicks out at Kel! Kel takes 7 damage! Kel counters! Boss takes 24 damage!’

Kel threw his ball at Boss’s face, and they backed up, shaking their head.

“C’mon Omori! We’ve got this, remember? Let’s go!”

‘Kel encourages Omori! Omori’s ATTACK rose! Omori’s DEFENSE rose!’

‘Basil hides behind Kel! Kel gets ready to counter!’

‘Omori attacks Boss! IT HIT RIGHT IN THE HEART! Boss takes 30 damage!’

‘Boss kicks out at Kel! Kel takes 8 damage! Kel counters! Boss takes 23 damage!’

“Hey, that kinda hurt! Hmph!” Boss huffed, frowning as he stumbled back again. “This isn’t fun anymore.”

Aubrey yelled as he regained his balance. “Hey, watch where you're aiming, Kel! You nearly hit me!”

“Oops! Sorry Aubrey!” Kel called back, distracted.

‘Basil hides behind Kel! Kel gets ready to counter!’

‘Omori attacks Boss! Boss takes 18 damage!’

“Grr…” Boss growled, tightening his grip again. “Now you’ve made me ANGRY… It’s time for my special move!” He held his arms out and placed Hero and Aubrey on the ground, before rushing forward. “BODY SLAM!!”

Boss leapt into the air and slammed down the trio.

‘Kel took 100 damage! Kel took 100 damage! Kel became TOAST! Basil took 30 damage! Omori took 100 damage!’

‘Omori did not succumb.’

Kel let out a shocked “Gah!” before he became TOAST, and Basil screamed as he was flung backwards from the leftover force. Omori staggered to his feet, heart beating and a distant monitor beeping in his ears.

Watching Omori get back to their feet, Boss gaped. “HUH!? HOW ARE YOU STILL MOVING!?”

‘Omori attacks Boss! Boss takes 22 damage!’

…

He didn’t go down.

Omori’s eyes went wide.

Boss took a step forward, cracking his knuckles. Then, a familiar jump rope grip whacked him in the forehead.

‘Basil attacks Boss! Boss takes 14 damage!’

‘Omori’s party was victorious! Gained 32 EXP! Gained 22 clams!’

Boss slammed face first on the ground, laying there, completely defeated as Hero rushed to Kel’s freshly unTOASTed side and Aubrey rushed over to Basil and Omori.

After a moment, he stood up, huffing and stomping a foot.

“THIS ISN’T FAIR!!” Boss yelled. “REMATCH!! I WANT A REMATCH!!”

Kel huffed, flickering red for a second as he whacked the bully’s knee.

Basil picked up the dropped toy, and held it out to Aubrey. “Are you alright, Aubrey? Hero and you were being swung around pretty hard…” He flushed. “Sorry about that.”

“I’m okay! Don’t worry about me! Right, Hero?” She grinned at him, and the older brother gave a thumbs up and smiled.

“Safe and sound over here.”

Aubrey’s smile faded, and she chewed on her cheek for a moment. “But you guys took a beating! Are you guys okay?”

Kel bounced on his feet. “Oh? Is Aubrey worried about me~?” He teased and she stomped up and down.

“AM NOT! I was asking Basil and Omori!” She yelled. “Not you!”

Hero shook his head, standing back up and ruffling Basil’s hair.

“You three were very impressive back there. Good job!”

Kel latched onto Omori and Basil, pulling them into a loose hug. “Hell yeah, we were!”

“Kelsey! Language” Hero gasped. Kel just laughed.

“If it weren’t for Omori holding on and Basil’s sneak attack, we all would’ve been toast for sure!”

Aubrey hummed, frowning as she turned to look at Boss. “... Would we?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Kel asked and Aubrey stepped up in front of Boss again.

“Boss didn’t just drop us. He tried not to hurt Hero, too, and didn’t try to use us as, like, meat shields…” Boss turned away, quietly huffing. She hummed to herself again, then turned to the eldest in the party, smiling. “What do you think, Hero?”

Hero pursed his lips, thinking quietly to himself. “... that’s true… but he also hurt the kids… but it might’ve been because they were already fighting… but then again, he TOASTed Kel and hurt them…”

After musing for long enough, Hero shook his head and forced a smile. “I’m not sure I can forgive him. But if he behaves himself, then I guess it doesn’t matter. Whatever you want to do, Aubrey.”

She nodded sagely, then turned back to the humiliated Boss.

“Then, here’s what’s gonna happen!” Aubrey declared, and whacked his other knee with her plushy. Then, she pointed it at his stomach like a knight’s sword. “You’re going to sit here for a while and stay out of trouble! And then, you can help Berly and Van out with whatever they want to do! Does that work for everyone?” She glanced back at the group of spectators.

No one objected, so she nodded and walked back to her friends.

Boss huffed in embarrassment. “That’s not… I… TH-THIS IS A BOSS ONLY ZONE! YOU’RE NOT INVITED!”

He grabbed the tree blanket disguise, and hid behind it without another word.

“Well,” Kel whipped around towards the group again, beaming. “that’s enough fighting for now! Let’s go to my house. Come on! Movie night!”

Hero sighed, and smiled tiredly. “Everyone ready?”

Basil cheered, Aubrey grumbled, and Omori gave a thumbs up. ‘Yes’, definitely. Movie night time.

‘Would you like to have a picnic with your friends?’

After the food was devoured, the five broke into smaller groups to do their own thing.

Basil sat in the grass next to the blanket as he wove together a neat braid of small flowers. Next to him, Kel watched, trying his best to imitate Basil’s practiced motion. When he managed to get a chain as long as his spread hand, he rushed to show the light haired boy, practically vibrating with excitement. In his haste, the poor chain gave way, and Basil laughed pityingly as it fell apart and Kel gaped. He grabbed the flowers back up, turning back around to try again.

On the middle blanket, the older siblings were happily chatting. Hero was snacking on one of Mari’s famous cookies, he’d only just been able to distract the younger kids from before they were gone. Mari spoke animatedly, tilting her head towards him, then towards the rest of the playground, gesturing with her closer hand and occasionally stopping to squeeze Hero’s cheek and make him hide his face in his hands. When he wasn’t too flustered to face her teasing, Hero seemed content to just listen to her with adoration in his eyes, occasionally nodding or humming along.

Omori watched them from his place on the far edge of the blanket. When he’d finished eating, he’d sat down away from the others, and Aubrey had plopped herself down next to him, leaning against his shoulder as she chattered about this and that.

“I still think it’s dumb that Kel got the last laugh with that trick! I mean, come on!” She huffed, waving Mr. Plantegg around as she flickered red. “I bet he knew Hero was gonna say we couldn’t set traps anymore at this picnic, so he wanted to get the last laugh.”

Omori shrugged, and she flopped against his side, leaning her full weight on him.

“At least I can rely on you, huh Omori?” She said more than asked, and giggled at him at his blank expression.

“Oh! I heard Sweetheart made a new season of her show! ‘Sweetheart’s Quest for Hearts’ has been going on /for-ev-er/, hasn’t it? It’s weird!”

He tilted his head, and she nodded, as though she could hear his unsaid question.

“I know! It’s been going on for 57 seasons! I still like watching it, but honestly, it’s a bit boring.” She huffed, then gently leaned against Omori’s shoulder. “... I still wanna see the new one.”

Omori patted her back.

‘The curse of hyperfixations. Poor Aubrey.’

#basilkel swap #omori au #long post #no1sy

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slowdancingtorock · 9 months

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Ireland - Day 5 (plus a little Bonus Day 4)

It feels like I'm getting a bit of a routine down; wake up at 7:45, breakfast at 8:30, then supervision. At 10 I usually do rollcalls and then prepare some sort of activity until 12. After that it's whatever the day holds.

Today, some students graduated. They proudly went on stage wearing those silly hats and a proud smile while getting their graduation certificates. It was great, they did an amazing job while I was here and they deserve being proud of themselves and having others be proud of them.

Now I'm sitting here in my room for the 3 hours of freetime I get during the day - I would check out the forest or roads near the castle but it keeps raining like someone up there is emptying bathtubs. It's a shame since I found out yesterday that there's 4(!) cats living on the farm next door. Maybe on Sunday since tomorrow I will be on a day trip with the students to Galway or Dublin (it's not determined yet what group I'll go with) and after that I will be too tired to explore.

I'm a little sad because two of my colleagues that I have grown fond of will be leaving tomorrow. But tonight we'll have Disco for the students and film night for the staff afterwards - an unofficial one where Harry Potter will be the source of entertainment. I wonder how long we'll last since everyone has to work tomorrow. We'll see.

I'm enjoying the time here though saying goodbye to some of the students and the colleagues is rough. For the past few days I am closer to the water than usual. I usually don't get teary so easily but it's been tough the past days. I miss my roommates, I will miss my colleagues, I will miss Ireland once I'm back home. Well, only when I'm off. Fortunately, work occupies me so much that I almost forget I had a life before this, which is crazy. Perhaps I'm just a natural at dissociating.

Which leads me to the song of the day: Through Glass by Stone Sour. I swore to myself that neither my stay here nor my blog would be so depressing, so I'll get it together but for now I'm stuck with the vibe of this very, very depressing sounding tune. It was also one of Chester Bennington's favourite songs, so that's something.

Bonus:

I spontaneously did another ballroom dancing workshop due to some unforseen troubles with the planned workshop. It was great fun and this time a colleague assisted me which was a huge plus. She was a great assistant and she had fun, so it's all the more a bummer she'll leave tomorrow. But we promised to stay in touch and I'll still have the rest of the lot to force my hobbies onto. I am so excited to become a proper dance teacher and relive these moments if connection with other people, of joy when they nail their steps and of satisfaction, knowing I did a good job.

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dovahkiin796 · 2 years

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The Glam-Family: Baseball

Inspired by the baseball scene at the end of Sonic 2

"It's another lovely day here in Hurrican, Utah! I'm your excitable announcer... Sun!" Exclaimed the sun based animatronic from behind a table that had a microphone resting on it. "On the mound acting as pitcher is exercise enthusiast... Glamrock Chica!" The white chicken does a few stretches to get her arms loose. Being worn over her left hand is baseball glove. "This is going to be so much fun!" She said with an excited smile.

Sun continues on with the rollcall. "Acting as the catcher is the star of the band... Glamrock Freddy!" The robotic bear was crouched down, wearing the catcher gear to protect himself from any ball he might miss. He lifts the mask up and simply waves. He then pulls the mask down. "Standing at center field is none other than the speed demon herself... Roxxane Wolf!" The female wolf flips her long hair with an aura of confidence, "Racing or baseball. It doesn't matter, for I am the best." Everyone rolls their eyes at her. "Stepping up as batter is the powerhouse known as... Montgomery Gator!" The alligator walks into position and then does a few practice swings with the baseball bat. "So, it's kind of like golf. I just got to hit the ball to score." From behind he heard Freddy tell him he also has to run on all four bases, and he can't let the ball tag him or he's out.

"But folks we're done yet. As we have two players who aren't animatronics. At shortstop we have our equally short child... Gregory!" The brown-haired child did not like he was just called short, "I'm still a growing boy! Just you watch, I'll be tall in a few years!" Glamrock Freddy gives Gregory a thumbs up. "Standing at third base like a guard is the Pizzaplex's very own head of security... Vanessa!" The blonde crosses her arms over her chest and looks at the green gator. The two make eye contact with each other. Both staring intensely. Vanessa holds up her left thumb, only to then turn it upside down. Monty growled, seeing this as a challenge.

"Let's get this started! Come on Chica, give me your best shot!" Exclaimed the gator to the chicken. "Ok! Here it comes!" She reals her arm back and then pitches the baseball at a high speed. So fast in fact Monty couldn't register it. It flew past him like a white blur. Hearing it smack into the leather material of GF's glove. "Strike one!" Shouted the bear as he threw the ball back to Chica, who caught it. "Ooooh! And the first strike of the game has been called! Can Monty hit the ball on the next pitch, or will he get a second strike?" Said Sun into the mic.

Shaking his head to get out of his daze. He speaks in a defensive tone. "I wasn't ready! First time playing." Monty gets back into the batter pose and stares at the ball in Glamrock Chica's hand. Not taking his eyes off of it for a second. Watching as his fellow animatronic real her arm for another fast pitch. He firmly plants himself into the dirt, determined to hit the ball.

Once the white sphere with red stitching was tossed towards him again at high speeds. Monty waits for the perfect moment to swing the bat. Once the ball got close enough, he deemed fitting. The gator swings the bat. For a brief moment Monty felt resistance against the blunt object and then heard a metallic tink sound. Which meant he hit the baseball. Monty watches as it fly's through the air, towards the outer field. Quickly he drops the bat and runs towards first base. "Ha! Now watch as I bring it home!" He shouted with a cocky smile.

Out in center field, Roxxane runs after the ball while extending her gloved hand out intending to catch it. However, she quickly realizes that the ball would land a few feet ahead of her. So, in a desperate move she dives forward, but sadly she was still inches behind the ball. Roxxane slides against the grass while the baseball bounces off the greenery. Letting out a curse she grabs the ball, stands up, and turns to face Gregory. Noticing Monty has already passed first base and is heading for second. "Heads up kid!" She throws the ball towards the brunette.

Gregory is able to catch the ball, though even with the baseball glove protecting his hand. He felt the stinging sensation through the leather material. Ignoring it for now and standing in the path of the incoming alligator. "You're not getting past me Monty! I beat you back at the PizzaPlex and I'll beat you here!"

"That was fluke kid! You just got lucky is all!" Replied Monty. When he was about at least a few feet from the boy. The reptile crouches down and with all the power he built up, launches himself high in the air. Everyone watches him with wide eyes as he sores over Gregory and lands on the ground. Creating a small quack. He then dashes over to second base laughing.

"Hey! That shouldn't count!" Cried out Gregory. He then looks towards to Glamrock Freddy, who only shrugged his shoulders. Gregory throws the ball to Vanessa but unfortunately it falls short. Resulting in the blonde having to bend down to scoop up the ball. Though this gave Monty the chance to run on and then pass third base. Heading on his towards home.

Seeing that there was no stopping him. Vanessa just sighs and drops the ball. "Great. Now we're going to hear him brag all day." She said. The gator makes it to home base, "Yes! That's game!" He exclaimed. Glamrock Freddy was about to interject but stopped himself. He figured he shouldn't take this away from his friend. Over with Roxxane, she takes her glove off and throws it to the ground in a huff while Glamrock Chica is applauding Monty for his success.

"And there you have it folks! Monty has took the victory for today's match of baseball!" Said Sun. "Alright everyone!" Shouted a new voice. Looking over to where it came from. Standing at the bottom of the bleachers is a woman who's about in her mid-thirties with short brown hair and green eyes. This is Gregory's mom, "I think we should call it for a day. Lets head on home and order some pizza and watch some movies."

The mention of pizza caught the chicken's attention, "Yeah! Pizza!" She then starts running off the field and towards a pickup truck parked in the parking lot. Soon the others follow suit. The mom watches as each of the animatronics and Vanessa walk by till it was only her son left. She stops him by placing a warm hand on his shoulder and kneeling down to his level. "I got to say Gregory. You made some interesting friends while you were gone."

The two watched as Monty and GC climbed into the back of the truck while GF, Roxxane, Sun, and Vanessa get into a van from the Pizzaplex that they... borrowed. Gregory smiles, "I did. But they're also family. I'm grateful to have them as such."

"Well then, this family got a whole lot bigger and zany." The two shared a laugh and then start making their way to the truck.

#five nights at freddy's: security breach #montgomery gator #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #vanessa #roxxane wolf #sun #gregory #The Glam-Family

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Rollcall - Part 2 (Part 1)

‘I can’t fight this battle for you, but I can promise to stay by your side.’

The words rang in her mind, a reminder of her greatest lie, and a testament to what she left behind. When she said those words, she had meant them. She just didn’t know how little time she had left.

Still, even though her words had been made a lie, she couldn’t regret them. Given another chance, she would say them again, and again, every single time, and she would stay by his side for as long as she could. Team Rollout would go down in history, she was just sorry she couldn’t be there to see it.

She couldn’t remember much after defeating Dialga, just saying goodbye to Phanpy, and watching as Temporal Tower grew small in the distance. As she’d ascended higher, more of her senses had begun to fade. Her touch went first, followed by her sight. It had bothered her greatly. There isn’t much to smell, taste or hear in space, but a moment longer in which she could see Phanpy, feel him beside her, would that have been a mercy, or would it have stretched unbearably?

As the thoughts ran rampant through her mind, she noticed something odd. A cold rush of air, the sensation of falling: she could feel?

A dull blue light appeared and for the first time in months, her eyes fluttered open. Dialga’s silhouette could be seen in the light and its voice boomed. ‘Young one, your sacrifice was a noble one, and I thank you. Now, I repay your kindness. My apologies for the delay.’

The light flashed and her head spun with sudden dizziness, but as it passed, she noticed something. She could hear a noise, like waves crashing. There was something underfoot, coarse, and rough. The fading light of day was warm on her skin.

Opening her eyes, her jaw dropped. As if she was seeing it for the first time all over again, she couldn’t believe the sunset could be so beautiful. She didn’t want to look away, afraid that it would disappear, and this would all be revealed as a cruel fantasy; it wouldn’t be the first time.

Whether this was real or not, there was something she had to do. Hurrying to the waterside, she gazed upon her reflection and couldn’t help but smile. Just like all that time ago, she had awoken on the beach outside Treasure Town as a Spheal. Only this time she had her memories, and a clear mission.

Rolling as fast as she could, she raced along the path towards the crossroads. Past Spinda’s café and up the stairs. Straight over the grate, she rolled into Wigglytuff’s, quickly making her way to the second floor.

No one was around, the guild almost seemed deserted, but the laughter emanating from the mess hall gave them away. Slowing her pace, she breathed deeply and wandered into the mess hall. For a moment, she watched them from the shadows. Her family, they were all right there.

Stepping into the light, she called, ‘is there a plate for me?’

In an instant, the guild fell silent, the only noise belonging to the crackle of the torches and a dull thud as Wigglytuff’s perfect apple fell to the floor. As quickly as the silence had fallen, it was shattered as everyone lost their damn minds.

The guild exploded in a cacophony as Spheal was mobbed and nearly crushed under the aggressively affectionate group hug. Phanpy barrelled through his friends to reach Spheal and he threw himself upon her. He clutched at her desperately as tears spilled forth and she returned the gesture with equal fervour. The guild members retreated a moment, allowing the pair some space to just hold each other.

Wigglytuff stepped close again, laying a gentle hand on Spheal’s back. ‘Welcome home.’

The next day Team Rollout would have to venture into Apple Woods again because the guild’s pantry was devoured as they partied late into the night.

When Phanpy awoke, he greeted the day with a cheerful, ‘good morning!’

Which was met a moment later but Spheal’s half-asleep, ‘morming.’

They gathered for morning assembly, bellowed their cheers and during rollcall Spheal yelled, ‘eleven!’

Phanpy’s eager - ‘twelve!’ – only a moment behind.

Months had passed since the events of Temporal Tower. Time had been restored, life had returned to normal for near every Pokemon, and two faces had returned to Treasure Town. Phanpy’s partner had come home, and so had the sincerity in Phanpy’s smile.

At the edge of the crossroads, they did their final checks before leaving for Apple Woods, and with a shared smile, they yelled, ‘let’s roll out!’

#pokemon #pmd2 #pmd eos #pmd #billy's works #fanfic #phanpy #spheal

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tonya-the-chicken · 8 months

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Feels like Hori won't use Enji again . Afaik he made sure to mention this fight was going on 10 minutes before we saw the famioy huddle(defeat of Toga). With much of the characters they should have gotten more time not just a big moment like Mina or Aoyama. But some of the early rollcall of characters- Enji got a lot of time but got too little to do. In Enji's case like Bakugo not having a real adversary of their own other than showing their development vs self.

Maybe they will be fighting for 15 minutes!!! Who cares, it's anime, it's meant to be unrealistic

Yeah, Horikoshi definitely can't do a tension-release thing. Like, a build-up and culmination. Make readers feel on edge, make them experience emotions, and understand how significant this and that is... Everything feels bland. Last chapter they said that all heroes except Aoyama were defeated and smh I felt fucking nothing. Oh, is Fatgum dying? Ok I guess.........

You just gotta milk emotions out of your readers sometimes, ya know... Make them care

PACING IS ALL WRONG

#asks #bnha #bnha manga spoilers

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eievuiisms · 1 year

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man im still reeling from those last few eps after watching them back to back like. man. the instant smear on koro sensei's name as soon as his existence is no longer a state secret. thekids being victimized. the outrage tht they feel. the fact that they go to such lengths to see their teacher again. the fact that he couldve been saved but he was never going to be allowed to live because of what he is. his last moment with reaper 2.0. the rollcall. the fact tht he died surrounded by people who loved him & who he loved. the fact tht others protected them while they were still grieving. even those who were outside of it & had no clue what was going on.

#be quiet kira #im being so brave abt this i stg < / 3 #ask to tag //#im assuming its fine to talk abt the spoilers of an anime tht ended 5 years ago but if not lmk

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blueridgepatriot · 2 years

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We're here to mark that day in history when the Allied armies joined in battle to reclaim this continent to liberty. For 4 long years, much of Europe had been under a terrible shadow. Free nations had fallen, Jews cried out in the camps, millions cried out for liberation. Europe was enslaved, and the world prayed for its rescue. Here in Normandy the rescue began. Here the Allies stood and fought against tyranny in a giant undertaking unparalleled in human history.

We stand on a lonely, windswept point on the northern shore of France. The air is soft, but 40 years ago at this moment, the air was dense with smoke and the cries of men, and the air was filled with the crack of rifle fire and the roar of cannon. At dawn, on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, 225 Rangers jumped off the British landing craft and ran to the bottom of these cliffs. Their mission was one of the most difficult and daring of the invasion: to climb these sheer and desolate cliffs and take out the enemy guns. The Allies had been told that some of the mightiest of these guns were here and they would be trained on the beaches to stop the Allied advance.

The Rangers looked up and saw the enemy soldiers -- the edge of the cliffs shooting down at them with machineguns and throwing grenades. And the American Rangers began to climb. They shot rope ladders over the face of these cliffs and began to pull themselves up. When one Ranger fell, another would take his place. When one rope was cut, a Ranger would grab another and begin his climb again. They climbed, shot back, and held their footing. Soon, one by one, the Rangers pulled themselves over the top, and in seizing the firm land at the top of these cliffs, they began to seize back the continent of Europe. Two hundred and twenty-five came here. After 2 days of fighting, only 90 could still bear arms.

Behind me is a memorial that symbolizes the Ranger daggers that were thrust into the top of these cliffs. And before me are the men who put them there.

These are the boys of Pointe du Hoc. These are the men who took the cliffs. These are the champions who helped free a continent. These are the heroes who helped end a war.

Gentlemen, I look at you and I think of the words of Stephen Spender's poem. You are men who in your ``lives fought for life . . . and left the vivid air signed with your honor.''

I think I know what you may be thinking right now -- thinking ``we were just part of a bigger effort; everyone was brave that day.'' Well, everyone was. Do you remember the story of Bill Millin of the 51st Highlanders? Forty years ago today, British troops were pinned down near a bridge, waiting desperately for help. Suddenly, they heard the sound of bagpipes, and some thought they were dreaming. Well, they weren't. They looked up and saw Bill Millin with his bagpipes, leading the reinforcements and ignoring the smack of the bullets into the ground around him.

Lord Lovat was with him -- Lord Lovat of Scotland, who calmly announced when he got to the bridge, ``Sorry I'm a few minutes late,'' as if he'd been delayed by a traffic jam, when in truth he'd just come from the bloody fighting on Sword Beach, which he and his men had just taken.

There was the impossible valor of the Poles who threw themselves between the enemy and the rest of Europe as the invasion took hold, and the unsurpassed courage of the Canadians who had already seen the horrors of war on this coast. They knew what awaited them there, but they would not be deterred. And once they hit Juno Beach, they never looked back.

All of these men were part of a rollcall of honor with names that spoke of a pride as bright as the colors they bore: the Royal Winnipeg Rifles, Poland's 24th Lancers, the Royal Scots Fusiliers, the Screaming Eagles, the Yeomen of England's armored divisions, the forces of Free France, the Coast Guard's ``Matchbox Fleet'' and you, the American Rangers.

Forty summers have passed since the battle that you fought here. You were young the day you took these cliffs; some of you were hardly more than boys, with the deepest joys of life before you. Yet, you risked everything here. Why? Why did you do it? What impelled you to put aside the instinct for self-preservation and risk your lives to take these cliffs? What inspired all the men of the armies that met here? We look at you, and somehow we know the answer. It was faith and belief; it was loyalty and love.

The men of Normandy had faith that what they were doing was right, faith that they fought for all humanity, faith that a just God would grant them mercy on this beachhead or on the next. It was the deep knowledge -- and pray God we have not lost it -- that there is a profound, moral difference between the use of force for liberation and the use of force for conquest. You were here to liberate, not to conquer, and so you and those others did not doubt your cause. And you were right not to doubt.

You all knew that some things are worth dying for. One's country is worth dying for, and democracy is worth dying for, because it's the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man. All of you loved liberty. All of you were willing to fight tyranny, and you knew the people of your countries were behind you.

The Americans who fought here that morning knew word of the invasion was spreading through the darkness back home. They fought -- or felt in their hearts, though they couldn't know in fact, that in Georgia they were filling the churches at 4 a.m., in Kansas they were kneeling on their porches and praying, and in Philadelphia they were ringing the Liberty Bell.

Something else helped the men of D-day: their rockhard belief that Providence would have a great hand in the events that would unfold here; that God was an ally in this great cause. And so, the night before the invasion, when Colonel Wolverton asked his parachute troops to kneel with him in prayer he told them: Do not bow your heads, but look up so you can see God and ask His blessing in what we're about to do. Also that night, General Matthew Ridgway on his cot, listening in the darkness for the promise God made to Joshua: ``I will not fail thee nor forsake thee.''

These are the things that impelled them; these are the things that shaped the unity of the Allies.

When the war was over, there were lives to be rebuilt and governments to be returned to the people. There were nations to be reborn. Above all, there was a new peace to be assured. These were huge and daunting tasks. But the Allies summoned strength from the faith, belief, loyalty, and love of those who fell here. They rebuilt a new Europe together.

There was first a great reconciliation among those who had been enemies, all of whom had suffered so greatly. The United States did its part, creating the Marshall plan to help rebuild our allies and our former enemies. The Marshall plan led to the Atlantic alliance -- a great alliance that serves to this day as our shield for freedom, for prosperity, and for peace.

In spite of our great efforts and successes, not all that followed the end of the war was happy or planned. Some liberated countries were lost. The great sadness of this loss echoes down to our own time in the streets of Warsaw, Prague, and East Berlin. Soviet troops that came to the center of this continent did not leave when peace came. They're still there, uninvited, unwanted, unyielding, almost 40 years after the war. Because of this, allied forces still stand on this continent. Today, as 40 years ago, our armies are here for only one purpose -- to protect and defend democracy. The only territories we hold are memorials like this one and graveyards where our heroes rest.

We in America have learned bitter lessons from two World Wars: It is better to be here ready to protect the peace, than to take blind shelter across the sea, rushing to respond only after freedom is lost. We've learned that isolationism never was and never will be an acceptable response to tyrannical governments with an expansionist intent.

But we try always to be prepared for peace; prepared to deter aggression; prepared to negotiate the reduction of arms; and, yes, prepared to reach out again in the spirit of reconciliation. In truth, there is no reconciliation we would welcome more than a reconciliation with the Soviet Union, so, together, we can lessen the risks of war, now and forever.

It's fitting to remember here the great losses also suffered by the Russian people during World War II: 20 million perished, a terrible price that testifies to all the world the necessity of ending war. I tell you from my heart that we in the United States do not want war. We want to wipe from the face of the Earth the terrible weapons that man now has in his hands. And I tell you, we are ready to seize that beachhead. We look for some sign from the Soviet Union that they are willing to move forward, that they share our desire and love for peace, and that they will give up the ways of conquest. There must be a changing there that will allow us to turn our hope into action.

We will pray forever that some day that changing will come. But for now, particularly today, it is good and fitting to renew our commitment to each other, to our freedom, and to the alliance that protects it.

We are bound today by what bound us 40 years ago, the same loyalties, traditions, and beliefs. We're bound by reality. The strength of America's allies is vital to the United States, and the American security guarantee is essential to the continued freedom of Europe's democracies. We were with you then; we are with you now. Your hopes are our hopes, and your destiny is our destiny.

Here, in this place where the West held together, let us make a vow to our dead. Let us show them by our actions that we understand what they died for. Let our actions say to them the words for which Matthew Ridgway listened: ``I will not fail thee nor forsake thee.''

Strengthened by their courage, heartened by their value [valor], and borne by their memory, let us continue to stand for the ideals for which they lived and died.

Thank you very much, and God bless you all.

#ronald reagan #normandy #D Day #we will remember #Youtube

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fizzydrink698 · 2 years

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Okay this is reaching, I know,

back in the day we called it crack

,,,, but

Red eyed conspiracy rollcall

The college girl wasn't even a girl , it was hyunjin 🤡

Chan had a fling with hyunjin , they both liked reader and had a sleepover moment about it in between the saucy saucy; fiancee found out didnt really care, she's prolly done some undisclosed grey area poly adjacent shenanigans before but cha feels bad and so does not have the nerve to hold the line and invite the dude AND the dudette🤡 oh and there's blackmail in there too somewhere bc I can🤡

Felix is this close to dematerializing fiancee🤡 minho will help plan 🤡 reader will cathartically stab the corpse🤡

They're gonna get stranded in the airport 🤡

There will be a grandma who's gonna see through their bullshit and drinks will be spat🤡

🤡🤡🤡

oh, the old days of fanfiction. lemons, crack, plot bunnies. what a time to be alive and online.

1. the way i gasped. hyunjin being the other woman this whole time?? that fake relationship would unravel into chaos. messy, uncomfortable chaos.

2. hyunchan pillow talk about how hot reader is? there’s an idea 👀 as for fiancée and poly shenanigans, it’s difficult to say. i don’t think it’s for her long-term (she’s very happy with her trophy husband, thank you very much) but i could see her being wild in college. very much “rich girl away from the parents for the first time” energy. maybe she even kissed a girl, oooh~~

3. felix could absolutely commit a murder for chan. minho could absolutely commit a murder full-stop. reader would be *pikachu surprised face* when she got that ‘help us hide a body’ phone call.

4. ok but that would be SO GOOD for a fic idea. some kind of “the terminal” related shenanigans. sadly it won’t happen in this fic bc bora-bora hijinks, but i love this and i love your brain.

5. well, maybe not a grandma exactly, but 👀👀 it’s a wedding, there’s going to be family figures present. i shall say no more.

6. three clowns? interesting. interesting choice. but yes, all of these characters are clowns. except 2min and jeongin. they’re just happy to sit back and enjoy the chaos 😈

#🐾💥 anon #i think #i live in fear that i misattribute asks #it’s currently very late so i’m gonna spend a little extra time replying to your reactions to lwl #bc i ADORE your reactions every time 🥰🥰

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ao3feed-tododeku · 3 years

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Little Moments

Little Moments by YN RollCall

After six months of no contact, Shoto find Midoriya in an alleyway looking forlorn and decided to invite him home.

Words: 2583, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, One Shot

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34592053

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #💚#💙#Tododeku #♥#R:G #A:YN RollCall #Hurt Comfort #Fluff

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need-a-fugue · 3 years

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Trustworthy (Chapter 6)

Summary: You’ve spent the last three years teaming up with Santiago Garcia on every mission you had a hand in coordinating… and the past several months plotting with him to take down the biggest bad to hit your radar. But even all your time at the DEA and all your experience in the field couldn’t have prepared you for this.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader (slow burn)

Warnings: language and just plain being miserable

It’s cold and wet and fucking miserable.

Your day so far… wake at the ass crack of dawn to a jerking, sputtering, clearly about to go down helicopter. Get – essentially – tossed from said helicopter into the midst of a bunch coca farmers out in an Andean valley. Become an accomplice in the unwarranted deaths of a few said coca farmers. Mill about the tiny community – wary eyes watching your every movement – as Santiago trades money for those lives… and for a handful of donkeys. Or mules, or whatever the fuck they are. Load up said donkeys with millions of dollars – certainly the type of cargo these poor animals are used to carrying – and head off into the jungle. With a sprained ankle. And a probable concussion. And – you realize just as that familiar ache begins to set into your hip – a shit ton of rain headed your way.

You’d lost track of how far precisely you’d gone, how many miles you’d traversed through this treacherous environment. And you refuse to ask, afraid that it’ll be just a fraction of how far you feel it’s been. By the time the sun descends and everyone hunkers down beneath a cluster of heavily rooted trees – just enough of an overhang to provide a bit of shelter from the once-again assaulting rain – it feels like you’ve all piled four damn marathons one on top of the other. But looking around at the thick foliage around you, noting the relatively small trail tamped down by your group as you climbed and trampled and fought your way up and out of that valley, it’s very clearly been closer to the length of a 5K fun run. Minus the fun. And the free T-shirt.

You let out a ragged, rather dramatic harrumph, the sheer annoyance at your predicament currently outweighing any fear or discomfort. But the discomfort is there none the less, every single nerve ending either on fire or vibrating from the utterly depleting fatigue that this day has caused.

Benny scoots closer to your side, tucking you back behind his shoulder just as you let loose with another full-body tremble. The action pins you even tighter to the wall of roots and mud and bark behind you, and to Frankie, who flanks your right side. “This fucking sucks,” you mutter, the final word coming out in an odd shuddering trill as the chill works its way out of your body.

“Yeah,” Ben breathes out with a soft chuckle before leaning back with an exhausted sigh. “Well, we’re dancing with the devil now.”

“Dancing?” Frankie returns, causing your tired gaze to swivel his way. “We were dancing when we got on the plane to come down here. I’d call this full intercourse.”

You all release a threadbare laugh, little more than a trickle of amused breaths being about all anyone has the energy to emit. Your arms wraps tighter around your core as you tuck yourself a bit deeper into Benny’s side, your eyes still trained on the man to your right. “Let’s just pray this is a one-night stand,” you smart, lips pulling into a sly smile the moment Frankie turns your way.

It takes a moment for his face to falter, the pained set to his features slowly melting into something just a little bit more relaxed as he snorts out an amused breath of his own. He gazes down at you, watches as you lean further back, burrowing even more into Ben’s warmth. He stares deeply, his dark brown eyes cutting through the onslaught of rain that continuously dribbles from the brim of his hat. “How’s your ankle?” he says finally. And the question catches you entirely off-guard. Not because it’s so strange or unwarranted, but because you’re certain that whatever thoughts and questions were just tumbling through his head, that rather benign inquiry wasn’t among of them.

You offer a small shrug. “S’fine,” you lie, biting the corner of your lip as the twisted appendage continues to throb. “Not like I got shot or anything,” you say as you lean forward and peer around Benny, trying to catch a glimpse of Will through the heavy rain and dark surroundings. “How ‘bout you, Ironmaiden? You still with us?”

You hear a short snicker from the man – and from Ben too – just before a deep rumble of, “Not dead yet,” cuts through the impending night. His face remains hidden in the dark, but you’re convinced that a hint of a smile flitted over it at the very least, and that’s enough to make you feel like a good deed’s been done.

But when you look back at Frankie, his shoulders heavily slumped as he leans away from the relative shelter of the trees, out into the pounding rain, you feel that tiniest hit of triumph swiftly uncoil and fade away. “Hey,” you bark out at him, nudging him with your foot as you lean back once more. “You’re gonna freeze out there.”

His lips tug up at the corners, but the small, closed-mouth smile never reaches his eyes. He makes no move to duck back beneath the leafy canopy, instead turning away and letting out a long, deep sigh. You nudge him again, saying nothing, but raising a questioning brow when his gaze connects with yours. “Pretty fucked up,” he mutters blandly before dropping his head again to stare down at the wet earth beneath his boots.

“Yeah,” Ben agrees beside you. “Pretty fucked up.” He uses his shoulder to jostle you a bit, get you to sit up and turn towards him. He holds up a giant, ripe mango, giving a little nod in place of an order to take it.

“Thanks,” you say, plucking it from his grasp. He merely nods again, this time a silent no problem, before shifting to present another to his brother. You look back at Frankie, his broad shoulders still slumped, now thoroughly soaked as well. “Hey,” you begin, the word coming out more as a pained grunt as you reposition yourself and fold the twisted ankle up beneath you.

His eyes fly up, wide and worried at the hurt in your voice. But the last you thing you want is for him to feel even worse than he obviously does right now. So again, you brush off the pain, shaking your head and rolling your eyes at the unasked are you okay? emanating from his stare.

“A little help?” you ask, holding the mango out to him. He reaches for it with a look of confusion. “My hands are so cold, fingers are numb,” you state with a shrug just before leaning forward and capturing his arm. Before he has the chance to even register what you’re doing, you’ve already wrapped yourself around him, tugging him with the only remaining energy that you have back beneath the tree’s canopy.

He lets out a little groan in protest, but appeases you all the same, scooting back until he’s flush with the wall of roots behind you. “You could just bite into it,” he mumbles as he settles back and uses his thumbs to break into the fruit.

“Mmm,” you hum out, no real response at all. His left arm is still held tight in your grasp, your cold – though not actually entirely numb as you had led him to believe – fingers pressing into his bicep, gliding along the soaked-through fabric of his windbreaker. You scoot closer to his side, still feeling Benny at your back, but now craving the heat being put off by the man in your hold instead.

“Here,” he breathes out, handing you a mangled chunk of mango.

The smallest titter of a laugh blows past your lips as you accept it and drop your heavy head down to his shoulder. “Don’t you have a knife?” you ask before shoving the food into your mouth.

He stills in your grasp. “Huh,” coming out of him in a surprised sort of grunt. He moves the mutilated, dripping fruit up to his lips, licking at the juice before tearing into a hunk of orange meat with his teeth. He shakes his left arm free from your clutches and deftly wraps it around you to tug you close, all without ever disturbing your cheek’s perch atop his shoulder. His wide open palm slips down to your hip and presses its warmth right over the dull ache of that damn old injury, and the deep tenor of his voice resounds in your ears as he says simply – mouth still full – “didn’t think of that.”

000

The sun rises somewhere around your second or third hour of hiking. You think. The burner phone you’d brought along had long since gone dead, and it’s been ten years or so since you’ve worn an actual watch. But it certainly felt like two to three hours went by from the time Santi roused you from your shivering near-sleep and the ominous birth of a new day.

Thick mist and fog gathers round, clinging to the ground, the trees, obscuring the way and growing heavier the higher into the mountains you climb. You take to doing rollcall every fifteen minutes or so, each calling in turn to the person behind, making sure that no one’s been lost to the surrounding haze.

You lose all sense of time, not even realizing how long it must’ve taken to get to the terrifying and precarious footpath cut into the side of the mountain until you look up to see that the sun is now high in the sky, closer to its journey down than up. The fog had just begun to abate as you all reached the narrow trail, and while that was very clearly a good thing – because if ever there was a time when you needed to see exactly where your feet were stepping, this was it – a part of you cursed the cloud for lifting and allowing an unobscured visual of all that lay below.

You can’t help it. With every step you take, your eyes veer from the placement of your feet along the narrow, rocky trail over to the steep drop off and then out to the endless acreage of mountainside and jungle below. Every step. Every plodding, breathless, horrifying step. And to make matters worse, to ratchet your heartrate and blood pressure just that much higher, the children in front of you have chosen this time to begin petulantly arguing and hurling accusations.

You roll your eyes and try to tune out the thinly veiled allegations and insults being tossed back and forth, each man’s voice carrying a different shade of I’m tired and hurt and hungry and I need a damn nap.

It was really only a matter of time, you figured, before the grumpiness managed to overflow into conflict. That’s just what happens when people – men in particular – go without rest for this long, carrying the burden of survival on their backs for endless hours of drudgery. Sure, you’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this… if anyone could find their way through unparalleled stressors without cracking, it’d surely be a team of elite special ops guys. But, then again, these men were all retired. They had real lives that they’d left just to get sucked into this shit. They had families and jobs and car payments waiting for them back home. And they’d been under the mistaken impression that they’d be able to get back to them all in just a handful of days. A week, max.

Also, one of them had been shot… and everyone else harbored at least some injury from that helicopter crash that you still hadn’t been able to fully mentally process. So, sure, it makes sense that they’d eventually devolve into juvenile bickering. But did they have to do it on the side of a fucking mountain?

You stop short, a small gasp of surprise shooting from your lungs as you nearly faceplant into a donkey’s ass, Will and Ben both having come to a sudden halt in front of you. “The fuck” you nearly shriek, but neither of the men so much as toss a glance your way. You peer around the animal in front of you and glare at Will, tired eyes burning into the side of his skull. “Fucking move!”

He turns then, shooting you a confused look, taken aback, it seems, by your sudden irritation. As though this moment of impatient annoyance should be reserved for just him and his brother. But before you can say another word, before he’s able to come to the obvious realization – that there are other people in this world! – on his own, his stare veers, eyes blowing wide as they lock onto something behind you.

A crunch of rocks, a shuffling sputter of movement, a terrified scream blossoming from the mouth of the donkey in the rear. By the time you’re able to maneuver yourself around to see to what’s happening, all that’s left is a cloud of cash slowly trailing behind the fallen animal, and a stricken Frankie cemented up against the side of the mountain. You catch his horrified gaze, hold it for a moment before finding the words, “Are you okay?”

He gives a weak nod as he pulls himself upright, slowly making his way behind your – now nervous-as-hell – donkey. Ahead of you, the arguing has intensified, though what’s being said, you can’t quite glean. And you don’t honestly care. Frankie pushes past, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze on his way, and finally makes it to the front of the group where he directs everyone to keep moving… convinces them, somehow to let go of whatever the hell it is that they’re bitching about.

Had to get all the money…

Fucking Lorea…

Just move, damn it!

That’s about all you manage to get from their conversation. It’s all you care to get. Blame, accusations, words in general, none of that matters right now. Frankly, the sudden loss of a donkey and millions of dollars doesn’t matter to you right now. Nothing matters right now except continuing to put one foot in front of the other for however long you have to do it… however long it takes until you reach a place where you can collapse into the exhausted, pained heap of a being that you are and simply sleep.

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