K So I Made my Friends Play the JATP Name Game
There are enough of these; you know the drill. Names initialised to avoid exposing my friends for their bad guessing skills. /j
P: Justin/Geoffrey
A: Greg
S: Chad
N: Jeffrey
Apparently there’s an innate difference between Jeffreys and Geoffreys, because I asked for the spelling, but Luke satisfies both? Good for him.
A: Ralph
N: Raphael
S: Carlos
P: Raphael
This will not be the last misfire on Carlos. Just you wait.
Also I explained that this was Jeremy Shada and that he voiced Finn the Human and all I got was disbelief from all sides, so, y’know, like the rest of us. He’s showing the judges versatility.
Also also I revealed he was called Reggie and S thought that much like veggies is short for vegetables, it would be appropriate for Reggie to be short for Regtables????
“C’mon Regtables”
S: Luke/Barney/Alex
N: Chad
P: Evan
A: Jessie
Second-alternate guess from S is correct !!! Here’s ur medal !!!
Also yes I had already revealed that Luke was called Luke when she guessed this so idk.
P: Maddie
A: Samarah
S: Sam/Ciara/Madison
N: ????
Yeah they were absolutely lost with Flynn. No idea.
S: Eric/Desmond
P: Joyce
N: Ryan Lockwood
A: Danny
Y’all we got last names on this one. I mean the names were still all incorrect, but this was exciting.
N also said that Willie gave off surfer boy vibes, so she was really feeling his concept, clearly.
A mentioned that she thought he’d look cute in a bun, so of course I ran to show them all the pictures of him at the HGC and in the process spoiled the title of the show. Oops.
Also also all of these friends were raised primarily in the UK so when I told them his name was Willie? Only schoolyard laughter.
S: Claire
N: Jessica
P: Amy
A: Julie
A, clear owner of the braincell that evening, caught on that this might be the main character and that maybe she was wearing a necklace with her name on it in this photo.
N: Christina
A: Allison
P: Chloe
S: Candace
These names all have the spirit, which is really all I can ask for.
S: Milo/Jonathan
A: Brian
N: Michael
P: Trent
All this exercise has taught me is: “yeah, why isn’t Bobby’s name Milo and/or Trent?”
N: Tony
A: Liam
P: Todd
S: Brad
Yeah, again, not a clue. No idea who this man is. Sorry to this man.
S: JP/Carlos/Bob/Jim/Dave?etc./Jésus
N: Someone's Uncle (Pedro)
A: Pedro
P: ..... pass
The “etc.” denotes just like every typical man-name.
Also, as N claims, before anything else, even his name, Trevor is Someone’s Uncle (I mean technically he’s a family friend, but-)
Also also, another Carlos misfire.
S: Paul/Mike/Dave/Steve/Mick (bc hes american)
P: Mike
A: Paul
N: Charlie
I can’t get over how S argued during this bit that only Americans shorten Michael to Mick? Which is arguably the most incorrect thing I’ve ever heard? Wild
P: Allison
S: Tara
N: Stella
A: Karen
Now, Victoria may do pilates, but she is no Karen !!!! Offended on her behalf at this remark !!!!
(I’m sorry about the formatting here, idk how to fix it :///)
S: Milo/Spencer/Lucas
P: Mike
N: Miguel/Milo/Aiden
A: Brady
Honestly, at this point I’m just impressed at my friends’ ability to just rattle off names.
Also, complete miss on actually calling the one called Carlos Carlos.
To her credit tho, upon me telling them all his name, S yelled “HE LOOKS LIKE A CARLOS” and I feel like that counts for something.
Also also, another Lucas. Once again, I told them about Luke. Idk.
N: Martin
A: Mark
S: Freddy/Michael
P: Kevin
Quite the anticlimax for my friends to just have absolutely no idea what this man is called, but I couldn’t have known whether my ordering of names would lead to the coveted bell curve of plot.
@limbogoth come, look upon what man hath wrought.
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17th dec (3/21)
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Monday, 17th December
“Hello, dumb and dumber, I’m glad to see you’ve sorted your shit out,” Tony greeted them as they walked into his penthouse, holding hands. Steve, blushed? Or it might be the cold, if you were to ask him, he would say that it was the cold, despite knowing for definite that it wasn’t the temperature that was making his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and his cheekbones red.
Everyone else joined in in congratulating them for ‘getting their heads out of their asses’ and maybe some money passed hands but that could just be his imagination.
Steve glared at Tony, “Aww, Rogers, you look like an angry chihuahua, Barnes how are you with him?”
“Rhodey,” Steve said, ignoring Tony entirely, “how do you deal with him?”
“I-” Rhodey started, from where he was wrapped around Tony, only to be interrupted by Natasha and Sam walking in with junk food,
“Hey, hey, play nice, children” Sam said, the same time Natasha made a remark about Steve and Bucky in fashion to Tony’s.
They looked at each other in confusion, they thought that they would ask more questions but… if their friends believed it then maybe Bucky’s family would as well.
“Get your asses on the couch, lovebirds, we’re watching, The Grinch.” Clint yelled from under a mountain of blankets, snapping Steve and Bucky out of their ‘weird eye-communication thing’ (as dubbed by Tony).
They both got on the couch, stealing a blanket from The Clint Mountain™, much to his chagrin, and settled under it, wrapping it around their shoulders, Steve half on Bucky’s lap. To them, this was normal, platonic even (even though they only ever sat like that with each other), not part of their ruse.
No one was really paying attention to the movie, they were all whispering, catching up with each other and whatever gossip was circulating around.
Bucky and Steve were playing games on Steve's phone, heads touching, not paying attention to their surroundings, when Steve got a text from his boss, Erskine.
Erskine
Hey, Steve, remember the woman who wanted her daughters name tattooed? Yeah, she gave us the wrong spelling, get your ass to the shop right now or she’s gonna sue
Steve
Why can’t you do it
Erskine
She said it’s bad luck
Steve
????????
Erskine
Idk either, just come here quick
“Sorry guys,” Steve said, getting up, typing out a ‘be there soon’ to Erskine, trying to tamp down the disappointment, Bucky was warm and comfortable, “I gotta go, a client might sue.”
Tony gave him an odd look, “I thought you could tattoo.”
“I can!” Steve said, the time Bucky said
“He can,” both incredulously, Bucky ready to go off at him. Tony has a tattoo done by Steve he should know that he can tattoo.
“My knight,” Steve said softly, too softly, fuck, tugging at Bucky’s elbow to get him to stop glaring at Tony, “are you staying or?”
“Nah, I’ll come with you,” Bucky said, smiling at Steve, walking out with him.
“Bye!” he called out over his shoulder, going out the door to shouts of “use protection” and “stay safe kids”.
They all looked at each other, “Yeah, they’re not actually dating,” said Natasha, after a long silence.
“They’re literally sitting on top of each other? Nat, c’mon, they’re not that oblivious,” Bruce said, trying to reason with her, because he really, really, wanted to believe that his friends weren’t complete idiots.
“No, no, no, the other day, when Bucket was on the phone with his mom, I’m pretty sure he just panicked but he said that he had a boyfriend.” Tony said, trying to sit up properly without elbowing Rhodey in the nose.
“Tones, Tones, baby, calm down,” he said, gently wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, semi-successful in calming him down. “No, honeybear!-” ok maybe not that successful “-he lied!”
“Well,” Clint piped up, “they never actually confirmed it, if anything, you said that they were together-”
“They were holding hands!”
“Who knows!?” Sam interjected, “I’ve known both of them forever and they’re literally as dense as brick walls, multiple walls, a house of walls, fucking Trump’s imaginary wall.” He slumped back against the couch cushions, he’s so done with this shit, it’s been going on too fucking long.
Bucky noticed Steve was shivering slightly, on the walk back from Nomad to their apartment, after Steve had quickly fixed the woman’s tattoo, “Hey Stevie,” he said, bumping his arm to Steve’s shoulder, “you cold?”
“...No,” he said, uncertainly, but Bucky wasn’t having it,
“You sure?” he teased, wrapping an arm around Steve’s shoulders, smiling when he snuggled closer.
Steve smiled back up at him, ridiculously bright in the dark of the night.
He was so, so beautiful.
He was so, so beautiful.
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