#what did Wild do to get in jail? my bet is it has something to do with cucco a
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This one can be a little suggestive HOWEVER it can be funny too because…let me tell you the prompt first
Maybe Time and Reader were like making out or something at an inn and then one of the boys just BURST open the door, look the two up and down, and is like, “I need 500 for this”
I DONT KNOW
IT JUST POPPED UP IN MY HEAD AND I LOVE IT ABD I KNOW TGAT I ALREADY SENT AN ASK BUT- DNFHFHFHDHFH
Wrote this in a way that it’s not suggestive so we can keep these good sfe vibes goin’ 💕
Characters: Lu Time x GN!Reader
A+N/Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.
“Finally, some peace and quiet.”
The past few weeks had been filled with monsters and mayhem, the Shadow having kept all of you on your toes, forcing you all together in tight proximity, preferring to sleep in encampments rather than in villages for fear of what destruction might be brought on them if you all had. But thankfully, it seemed that the Shadow was laying low for a bit, recovering from the groups last encounter.
So the group decided to take a rest as well, finding a decent inn to stay in. You shared a room with Time, considering he was one of the least rambunctious ones when it came to sleep, but also because you were a pair and you wanted to take any moment you could to just be close to him without all of the interruptions that seemed to come with the others.
Time smiled warmly as he turned to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, drawing you in closer to him.
“Finally we get a moment to ourselves.” You chuckled, placing your hands on his chest plate.
“And what would you like to do with this moment?” He asked
“Honestly, I’d like a kiss without the sound of Wind screeching ‘eeewww’ in the background.” You replied.
Time chuckled at statement, the memory coming back to him as he cupped your cheek in his hand, gazing into your eyes. “Well if that’s what you want, I’d be more than happy to indulge.”
For all of Times intimidating nature, he was much different in moments like this. His touches and caresses were gentle, lips soft against yours, kisses sweeter than honey. It felt as if the two of you were frozen for a moment as your relished in being able to share it with him, but it quickly passed by when you heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, causing you to pull away and see both Legend and Warriors standing there. You scowled at them, annoyed with their interruption.
“Do you two ever knock?” You asked
“I would have but it’s a bit of an emergency. Do either of you have 500 extra rupees separate or combined?” Legend asked
Time cocked his eyebrow at him. “Why do you need 500 rupees?”
“Wild lost a bet and is now sitting in the town prison.” Warriors replied
“Wait what?! I thought you were suppose to be watching him.” You stated
“We were - we watched him do it, but granted, we weren’t expecting him to get tossed in jail.” Legend replied
You shook your head in response, mumbling to yourself. “Oh Hylia, give me patience because if you give me strength I may strangle someone.”
Time chuckled at your muttering, having heard it clearly. He kissed your cheek. “Save your strangling strength for the Shadow, my dear. We have a hero to break out of jail.”
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standing alone at the top of the stairs
part 2 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order
tracklist and quotes under the cut
The Anthem ~ Good Charlotte
At my high school
It felt more to me
Like a jail cell
A penitentiary
My time spent there, it only made me see
That I don't ever wanna be like you
I don't wanna do the things you do
Fences ~ Paramore
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from
Don't you know by now?
You can't turn back
Are You Satisfied? ~ MARINA
High achiever, don't you see?
Baby, nothing comes for free
They say I'm a control freak
Driven by a greed to succeed
Nobody can stop me
Sometimes ~ Nick Lutsko
I cut my tongue on the rust of a silver spoon
I bet my billionth bottom dollar on a hopeless case
And now the devil on my shoulder has a knife to my face
Teenagers ~ My Chemical Romance
The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
WTF Do I Know ~ Miley Cyrus
Think that I'm the problem? Honey, I'm the solution
Cherry Bomb ~ The Runaways
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
Old folks say, "You poor little fool"
Down the streets I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for
Since You’re Gone ~ The Pretty Reckless
Since you been gone
My life has moved along
Quite nicely actually
I've got a lot more friends
And I don't have to pretend
killing boys ~ Halsey
And I'm not breakin', I won't take it
And I won't ever feel this way again
'Cause you don't need me anymore, woah
Rebel Girl ~ Bikini Kill
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes
When she talks, I hear the revolution
Can’t Be Tamed ~ Miley Cyrus
I wanna fly I wanna drive I wanna go
I wanna be a part of something I don't know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Stop Me ~ Natalia Kills
Tonight we're gonna dance to the devil's drum
And I need someone, need someone
To stop me, stop me
Stop me, stop me
Stop me, stop me
You can't stop me, stop me
She’s Leaving Home ~ The Beatles
She (We never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone (Bye-bye)
For so many years
Nobody’s Child ~ Traveling Wilburys
I'm nobody's child
Just like a flower
I'm growing wild
No momma's arms to hold me
No daddy's smiles
Nobody wants me
I'm nobody's child
Fell In Love With a Girl ~ The White Stripes
Can't keep away from the girl
These two sides of my brain need to have a meeting
Can't think of anything to do, yeah
My left brain knows that all my love is fleeting
She's just looking for something new, yeah
Said it once before but it bears repeating now
Horns ~ Bryce Fox
She can crush every hope
Got her heels stompin' down my throat
She got horns like a devil
Pointed at me and there's nowhere to run
From the fire she breathes
Yeah Right ~ Evanescence
My one mistake was giving more and more and more
More and more and more
brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
Ego crush is so severe
God, it's brutal out here
I Got Stripes ~ Johnny Cash
I got chains - chains around my feet
I got stripes - stripes around my shoulders
And them chains - them chains they're about to drag me down
Like a Rolling Stone ~ Bob Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Trust ~ Lucy Dacus
I've learned a lot since I began
But I think I was wiser then
I've done too much and not enough
Lua ~ Bright Eyes
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit
Pressure to Party ~ Julia Jacklin
I know I've locked myself in my room
But I’ll open up the door and try to love again soon
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TEXT | WILDEBERRY
Kitty: Like -- can we talk?
Rachel: I was just thinking of texting you.
Rachel: Are you okay?
Rachel: I wanted to know how you’re feeling.
Kitty: I feel AWFUL.
Kitty: garbage, tbh
Rachel: Pregnancy related or?
Kitty: both.
Kitty: I hate my body.
Kitty: I hate that my GF has a hot felon best friend.
Rachel: Oh
Rachel: That seems really unfortunate and I'm not sure what to say. Maybe when the baby starts moving it will feel like your body is actually changing for something.
Rachel: I don't think I realized Quinn and Zone had a past. It is a little wild knowing she's been in prison. What an experience.
Kitty: I feel ugly, and completely unhinged.
Kitty: they're best friends and she's a criminal.
Kitty: that's concerning??
Rachel: I would be concerned.
Rachel: You could never be ugly
Rachel: What is the worst thing that could happen?
Rachel: I wanna hear it.
Kitty: I feel ugly.
Kitty: .... She realizes they're in love, and I'm stuck alone with a baby.
Kitty: like --- that's what I'm assuming?
Rachel: It has nothing to do with the fact she's a felon at all?
Rachel: You will never be alone with a baby. I promise.
Kitty: No offense, I don't want to be alone with my ex-husband and his new girlfriend
Kitty: that feels achingly pathetic.
Kitty: Well, that's like sprinkles on the sundae, her being a felon.
Rachel: I did mean that
Rachel: BUT
Rachel: I happen to know you are a catch
Rachel: And you're stunning
Rachel: And smart!
Rachel: You will never be alone for long.
Rachel: But also you should maybe try having a little faith in Quinn.
Kitty:.... Thanks.
Kitty: I know, I know, but like --
Kitty: with how I feel currently, I don't feel like a catch.
Kitty: I'm a divorced, pregnant spin instructor who has like --- 2 friends.
Rachel: Does it matter how many friends you have?
Rachel: You're allowed to feel this way and I'll let you keep talking but
Rachel: You're not-not a catch because of all that. People worth it won't care. Quinn is worth it.
Kitty: getting ready for a baby kind of makes you concerned about like --- your community.
Kitty: I really, really care about Quinn.
Kitty: pregnancy brain has me convinced she's on the brink of leaving me.
Rachel: You should just ask her if she is.
Rachel: She'll either leave you because you are right or she'll reassure you that the baby is making you a little crazy and she could never.
Rachel: Could you believe her?
Kitty: I mean, she's never lied to me.
Kitty: I don't think.
Rachel: I bet she hasn’t.
Rachel: I feel like Arizona didn’t know she was getting out of jail and Quinn has probably been so used to her not in her life that it just didn’t even come up as something to tell you.
Kitty: PRISON, She went to prison.
Kitty: .... it just feels weird
Rachel: Prison. I’m sorry. Prison. It’s different you’re right.
Rachel: People can change.
Kitty: I guess.
Kitty: I just don't want a felon around my baby, you know?
Rachel: I understand. Maybe she doesn’t need to be around the baby.
Rachel: Though I think going to prison doesn’t mean you’re someone after babies
Rachel: Unless you are?
Kitty: it was like --- Assault.
Kitty: that's scary, Rachel.
Rachel: Was she defending herself?
Kitty: I am afraid to speak with her.
Rachel: Quinn would tell you if you asked. It’s not like you are trying to gossip. You’re just trying to quiet your concerns that are super valid.
Kitty: I'm not crazy, though, right?
Kitty: this is valid
Rachel: I think it’s valid.
Rachel: I think if I didn’t know her already I’d be a little weary. Which to be honest is a problem on our part. Not hers. Not that we know the whole story but because we don’t we shouldn’t be placing judgements
Rachel: my brain gets a little kooky too I don’t think I can begin to understand what it’s like with hormones being all funky
Rachel: No one will fault you unless you don’t talk to Quinn and figure out what you need to.
Kitty: I know.
But like paranoid brain is like
Kitty: 'you're going to get dumped'
Rachel: It’s better to find that out now isn’t it?
Kitty: you're right.
Kitty: gosh I'd kill for a glass of wine right now.
Kitty: but I will pretend my pomegranate juice has liquor.
Rachel: Add a fun little straw and some non alcoholic mixes maybe?
Kitty: maybe I'll sit by the pool or something
Rachel: Do you want some company?
Rachel: I mean, I’m already here
Rachel: But you could sit with me if you wanted
Kitty: will you put sunscreen on me?
Rachel: Of course!
Kitty: thanks.
I am making my bevergino.
Rachel: Is that a tik tok?
Kitty: yeah, my coworkers say it constantly.
Rachel: Ha. Ya’ll are probably drinking a lot with your work.
Rachel: Would you mind if I popped in some day soon?
Kitty: you -- want to?
Kitty: sure.
Rachel: I need an outlet. Exercise has never failed me.
Rachel: You’re good at your job.
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INCORRECT HAIKYUU QUOTES FROM BUZZFEED UNSOLVED
nisu entries:
i got this idea from @memekingofwwiii and some of it are theirs 🙇🏻♀️ thank you for letting me add it here 😊 it’s a mixture from buzzfeed unsolved supernatural and true crime 👀 i really had fun doing this!
warning: swearing, mentions of death/murder/killing/blood/weed
「part 2」
Tendou: i did have a neighbor who had an overhang of a lime tree, and it was great because i could go pick a little lime.
Ushijima: did you ever think about killing your neighbor?
Tendou: when he didn't give me limes, yeah.
Ushijima: oh, okay; all right.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Matsukawa: this is my bridge now, if you want it back you’re gonna have to kill me.
Oikawa: he did throw someone off the bridge once.
Matsukawa: fuck you, goatman!
Oikawa: Jesus Christ.
Kunimi: *behind the camera snickering as mattsun taunts the goatman much to oikawa’s dismay*
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Matsukawa: hey demons, it’s me, ya boi.
Matsukawa: if you want to eat my heart, turn that light on. If you want to eat oikawa’s heart, turn that light on...
Oikawa: don’t drag me into your shit, mattsun.
*torch turns on*
Oikawa: *screams*
Matsukawa: *laughs hysterically as he continues to lie on the pentagram*
Kunimi: *actual wheezing*
Matsukawa: i think this demon’s a wimp.
Oikawa: he’s out of his fucking mind.
Kunimi: *having the time of his life*
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Oikawa: every human's capable of murder if you push them enough. i just don't know if this is enough of a push.
Iwaizumi: okay.
Oikawa: it's true!
Iwaizumi: is that so?
Oikawa: yeah.
Oikawa: i bet you you would murder me if I pushed you enough.
Iwaizumi: yeah, probably.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Tsukishima: …
Tsukishima: so, you're telling me, at nine years old, you don’t go to church. the first time you cross the threshold into holy ground,
Nishinoya: *makes noise and imitates blood coming out of his nose*
Tsukishima: blood expels from your nostrils?
Nishinoya: yeah, yeah. they ran outta tissues! mopping that up.
Tsukishima: …
Nishinoya: it was wild!
Tsukishima: it sounds wild.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Kuroo: i think it was the neighbor. look, i’m a simple man. i see a trail of blood going to someone's house. even if they didn't do it, come on; you're going to jail.
Kenma: i think it might've been a random person.
Kuroo: all right.
Kenma: it just seems too obvious.
Kuroo: okay.
Kenma: there's a paper trail of their feud. why the hell would he be that dumb?
Kuroo: rage, you know? lust, rage. rage just- just building up, bursting out.
Kenma: well, i've never really gotten that angry. i don't really have that capacity.
Kuroo: it's building. it's building inside you. everyone sees it; we all see it.
Kenma: that's great. oh man, i can't wait for krakatoa then.
Kuroo: *shuddering* oh- oh- i shudder.
Kenma: hope no one's in the way 😺
Kuroo: …
Kuroo: scary.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Daichi: he allegedly chased his mother with an axe when he was 19.
Asahi: not great.
Daichi: (wheeze) no? not off- off to a bad start?
Asahi: no good. i’ve never done that. you didn’t do that did you?
Daichi: no! i didn't- what- is there anything to suggest that I would chase my mom with an axe?
Asahi: (inhales) not outright i feel like if you peel the layers back.
Daichi: you think if you peel the layers back from this onion, you'll see something you don’t want to see?
Asahi: yeah. i think you wear a mask sometimes 😅
Daichi: mm-hmm i think you should keep digging and maybe see what happens 🙂
Asahi: uh no i'm good 🧍🏻♂️
Daichi: *staring at asahi*
Asahi: 👁👄👁💧
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Osamu: my takeaway is people from chicago are weird.
Atsumu: the- this does not represent chicago. this is people and go "ey! chicago tylenol murders"
Osamu: (laugh) home with the beam, the cubs and the chicago tylenol murders and of course our nation's greatest tragedy, miya atsumu.
Atsumu: that- that's not me.
Osamu: i read it somewhere 🤷🏻
Atsumu: no, you didn’t, you probably wrote it.
Osamu: yeah.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Suna: i’d love to be an heiress.
Kita: (snickers)
Suna: i know she’s probably gonna disappear or something.
Kita: so you wanna be a trust fund baby?
Suna: i’d like someone to give me a lot of money for doing nothing. but i want-
Kita: and then you wanna disappear?
Suna: yes. i want to get a lot of money and then vanish from the face of the earth.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Ennoshita: her family believed that when she left at 11:30 am, she had as much as $30 in her purse, which in today’s dollars would be more than $750.
Nishinoya: holy moly!
Tanaka: that’s a lot of quiche—
Nishinoya: yeah.
Tanaka: that’s a lot of quiche.
Nishinoya: thirty bucks going that far in 1910.
Tanaka: i don’t even have $750 in my bank account.
Nishinoya: i’ve never had $750 in my pocket! i rarely have had $30 in my pocket.
Ennoshita: well i don’t really carry cash anymore-
Nishinoya & Tanaka: who does!?
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Yaku: stop number one, mothman statue.
Lev: it looks very ornate.
Yaku: *shocked that lev knows that word*
Yaku: you’ll be able to stare at it eye to eye.
Lev: what’s that supposed to mean?
Yaku: it means you’re eight feet tall, it’s a tall joke. get it?
Lev: 🧍🏼
Yaku: 🤦🏼♂️
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Akaashi: any... any thought in that so far?
Bokuto: (fart sound) nope. what year is it, ‘66?
Akaashi: ‘66.
Bokuto: few teens out there probably smoking a few funny cigarettes.
Akaashi: you could say weed. it’s 2018.
Bokuto: ...some grass.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Kageyama: so my guess is the couples were somewhere around here, maybe on that road over there.
Hinata: yeah.
Kageyama: and i'm not sure of the exact location but this is where they saw him stumbling around.
Hinata: they just… saw him kinda shambling?
Kageyama: yeah.
Hinata: big shambling man. kinda *shuffling his body*
Kageyama: i- i don’t know, maybe he was just taking a walk, i mean, what's it to you?
Hinata: why would you take a walk if you had wings?
Kageyama: he's a fucking creature, he can do what he wants.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Kuroo: but all im saying is that what you need to gather from this is that he has an effect on people's psyche.
Lev: this mothman's a complicated character.
Kuroo: what does he sound like? what does he sound like?
Lev: he sound like the blood bird.
Kuroo: …
Lev: flappy spookster.
Kuroo: …
Kuroo: that's- come on.
Kuroo: *glances over to lev's notes*
Lev: the winged wretch. did i already say that?
Kuroo: this just says fright terror.
Kuroo: *throws away the notes*
Lev: you know, just call him batman, why is that hard? 😩
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
(howling)
Goshiki: what the fuck.
Shirabu: well those are coyotes… or dogs. Or a large pack of something.
Goshiki: holy shit.
Shirabu: just some coyotes.
Goshiki: are you not fucking alarmed right now?
Shirabu: are you scared? (laugh)
Goshiki: dude wait- this goes beyond belief, that was a pack of, whatever the fuck that was.
Shirabu: it was coyotes!
Goshiki: is that our cue to leave? i think maybe. we've been out here for quite a bit.
Shirabu: yeah, i don’t know if were gonna find anything tonight.
Goshiki: i don’t wanna be in the mouth of some coyote later, that's not how i want the picture wrap on old tsutomu to be.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Atsumu: air force one? they filmed air force one here?
Atsumu: air force one actually, now that i think of it, remember the reason they hijacked the plane is to release for the-
Sakusa: i’m gonna go ahead and cut you off right there 'cause i don’t give a shit.
Sakusa: we’re gonna move over here.
Atsumu: …okay.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Kai: four people in a cell, that's a lot
Kuroo: i mean, you put any normal people in a room that's too small. like if you’re in a dorm in college, if you hate your roommate…
Kai: it's tough business
Kuroo: listening to music too loud when i'm trying to study
Kai: hwfrrrrr…
Kuroo: cookin' uhh… top ramen in the microwave when i'm trying to sleep
Kai: you got some axes to grind?
Kuroo: no.
Kai: oh
Kuroo: fuck you, daishou.
Kai: daishou?
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
(distant thud)
Yamamoto: what the fuck?
Kenma: :3
Yamamoto: is all i have to say to that.
Kenma: they didn’t like the thumb talk.
Yamamoto: you didn't like the thumb talk? was it too much thumb talk? i thought we went about two minutes long on the-
(distant thud)
Kenma: they don’t like the thumb talk.
Yamamoto: *looking around in shock*
Kenma: *stopping himself from laughing*
Yamamoto: uhhhh… holy fuck. holy fuck, holy fuck. if you’re one of the people that had that thumb thing to happen to you, that sucks. what was it like?
Kenma: what do you think you're gonna get right now? 😑
Yamamoto: i feel like we should go see what that is, to be honest.
Kenma: *shakes his head*
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Tsukishima: we’re walking over to the source of the disturbance.
Hinata: hello? (sigh) i’m gonna lose my mind. so, it did that twice within the span of 10 seconds but nothing else?
Tsukishima: but, we can confirm that it did sound like this right? *slams the cabinet door*
Hinata: yeah.
Tsukishima: that was the sound.
Hinata: do you think the wind’s gonna do that twice?
Tsukishima: *blows on the cabinet door*
Tsukishima: not moving 🙄
Hinata: well, shit.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Sugawara: oh there it is. it’s that. *pointing to where the sound was coming from*
Asahi: what?
Sugawara: there’s a logical explanation for you.
Asahi: ah! okay, there it is. well, there you go, there you go.
Sugawara: but, if we hadn’t seen that...
Asahi: if we hadn’t seen that we would be fooled 😅
Sugawara: no, we wouldn’t have been fooled. you would have been telling me for months.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
*inside the prisoners of ohio state penitentiary*
Kageyama: this is fucking terrible.
Tsukishima: it’s the opportunity of a lifetime to be here.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Tendou: i’m separating from the group.
Semi: it’s the ideal time to kill him.
Tendou: yeah i mean, if i were gonna die in camera it would be a pretty noble thing.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Osamu: I don’t understand what’s wrong with atsumu sometimes.
Atsumu: what was that?
Osamu: i didn’t say anything.
Atsumu: you sure you didn’t say anything, ‘samu?
Osamu: now go back and set ‘em off to make sure they work.
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Sakusa: *inhales*
Atsumu: *inhales*
Sakusa: you need to back up from me. i can feel your air intake. it’s like a gross nasal jet, i don’t know.
Atsumu: *takes a step towards sakusa*
Sakusa: uh no *takes a step backwards*
«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»
Futakuchi: latch yourself onto my soul, come back to hollywood with me, and destroy the lives of all my friends and coworkers.
Koganegawa: a little hard to follow, but i like where you’re going.
Futakuchi: kogane’s family has a little-
Koganegawa: ey! ey! do-! do-! don’t!
Futakuchi: -dog named mickey.
Koganegawa:*trying to stop futakuchi*
Futakuchi: real good. you wanted me to give it my all. i’m throwing stuff on the table.
Koganegawa: insults, not personal information. you’re giving him a dossier on my life!
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Quick unnamed drabble based off the idea that Tubbo not signing Tubbo_Beloved was intentional contract fraud
“Tubbo,” Quackity said in a low voice, “When you signed that contract, you agreed that your outpost would follow the Las Nevadas law and constituion. Part of that is refusal to give information for the country results in death. You don’t want that, do you Tubbo?”
“Wow,” Tubbo said flatly, revelling in the look his bored tone received from Quackity, “Good thing that wasn’t my legally binding signature. That isn’t a valid document. It’d just be murder.”
Confusion and then rage in quick succession passed over Quackity’s face. “What do you mean ‘not legally binding’? Of-fucking-course it is! You signed it; ‘Tubbo Underscore!’”
Upon hearing the commotion, Ranboo-- running errands nearby for Pair-of-dice Burgers-- headed over. “Ranboo! Perfect timing.” Tubbo called cheerfully, which received even more vitrol from Quackity. “No this is not perfect timing; This does not involve you!” He spat at Ranboo.
“Actually,” Tubbo said matter-of-factly, “It does involve him. My legal name is Tubbo Underscore Beloved. And I’d say you’re acting a bit of a tyrant right now.” Ranboo nodded. “I bet Technoblade would be interested in hearing about this,” he said conversationally to Tubbo.
Tubbo, for all the danger he knew he was in, couldn’t help but be amused at how much Quackity currently resembled a cartoon character with how angry he was, and nearly expected steam to pour out from his ears. “You think Technoblade can save you? Do you even know where he’s been?”
“Right, because there’s only one anarchist on this server,” Ranboo said, and Tubbo let out a short chuckle. Quackity rounded on Ranboo, clearly thinking him an easy target-- maybe if he’d been caught off guard, he would have been-- “He’s in jail. Has been for a while, and he’s not coming out. Or maybe think Philza is gonna save you-- that old man? Or what, are you suddenly an anarchist?”
Tubbo and Ranboo both burst out laughing, and the look of fear in Quackity’s eyes was certainly worth the impending retaliation. “I didn’t realize that’s where he’d been, actually. One second,” Ranboo said, not bothering to acknowledge Quackity and instead typing something on his communicator. The couple looked smugly at the fuming man, who had pulled out his axe with murder in his eyes.
Tension sat thick in the air as both parties stared, waiting for the other to make a move. Seconds ticked by slowly, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, Ranboo glanced at his communicator and put his hand on Tubbo’s shoulder. “I’ll be back soon,” He said sincerely, and Tubbo nodded. When he and Quackity blinked, Ranboo was gone.
Quackity reeled back, drawing up his axe, nearly manic. “Where the f-- where did he go? Tubbo, where did he go?” Tubbo met his gaze with a wild expression, grinning ear to ear. “Alright, boss-man. You’re the one who wanted to play this game-- hope you’re ready for things to get fun.”
#they write#tubbo#quackity#ranboo#beeduo#dreamsmp spoilers#the syndicate is implied#not my best writing but listen#this consumes me#r#q#cookie cold war
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Lambert and Aiden on the Path
Putting aside my Kaer Morhen shenanigans series, I have repeatedly imagined the dynamics between Lambert and Aiden on the Path. You know how these two met and what it was like before they realized they were more than just friends. I think Lambert would be the surly one who wouldn’t like to bond, and Aiden, on the other hand, would be the energetic and friendly one. Of course, together, these two morons would be masters of mayhem and get into trouble more often than a toddler left alone at the zoo.
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Lambert: Listen, smartass-
Aiden: Please, call me Aiden.
Lambert: I'd really rather not. If I named you, I could get attached.
***
Lambert: You’re kind of annoying.
Aiden: Kind of? Kind of??? Excuse me. Excuse you. I am fully annoying. I am very annoying. There’s nothing half-assed half-hearted “kind of” about it.
***
Aiden: So what’s the plan ?
Lambert: I thought you were the one with the plan.
Aiden: Nope, I’m the one with enthusiasm.
*later*
Lambert: As far as plans go, this is not a good one.
Aiden: Lambert, this was your plan.
Lambert: I didn’t think you’d actually say yes!
Aiden: I’m the one with enthusiasm, remember? There are many things that I will agree to and most of them will not have logical justification.
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Lambert: You’ve been hallucinating all day after eating these wild berries and now you lick something you found stuck to the floor?!
Aiden: I have a natural curiosity.
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Lambert: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.
Aiden: Only if you also don't ask why--
Aiden, pulls out 7 pristine human skulls: Take your pick.
Lambert:
Aiden:
Lambert: This one is fine.
***
Lambert: What are all these dead bodies doing here?!
Aiden: Not much.
Lambert: …
Aiden: But, listen, I’m not a murderer.
Lambert: ...
Aiden: Okay, technically, I am. Not even technically. Literally. But I refuse to be defined by the times I murdered people.
Lambert: You think you can just bully people, but you can’t. It’s not okay. I’m the bully around here. Ask anyone.
Aiden: Oh.
Aiden: So you're mad because I'm a competition, not because I killed all these people?
Aiden: We'll be such a great team.
***
Lambert: Just letting you know, if we die I blame you.
Aiden: I know.
Lambert: None of this would have happened if you'd just gone to the Inn like I told you.
Aiden: If I'd gone to the Inn, you would be in jail right now.
Lambert: Well, jail is a big improvement over my current prospect of soon to be murdered!
***
Lambert: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.
Aiden: What changed your mind?
Lambert: Oh, I still think you’re a bitch. I’ve just grown to like that about you.
Aiden: Are you this rude to all your friends?
Lambert: Yes, don’t think you’re special.
A voice from off: But he was.
***
*Lambert has miraculously survived leshen attack*
Aiden: But you were... How did...
Lambert: 'Cause I'm a badass, princess!
Aiden, chuckling: You're "a badass princess"?
Lambert: What? No, no, no. There's a comma. You know, I'm a badass, comma, prince-
Aiden: Yeah. Yeah, whatever you say... princess.
***
Aiden: Just let me take you TO HEALER-
Lambert: Oh, I’m sorry, is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it, pretty boy.
Aiden: Wait, you think I'm pretty?
Lambert, blushing: Yes, pretty annoying!
***
Aiden: Truth or dare?
Lambert: Truth.
Aiden: I dare you to kiss me.
Lambert, leaning in for a kiss: You better believe I’m not here to lose!
Lambert, stops: Hold on.
Lambert: What the fuck, I didn't even choose dare.
Aiden to himself: Damn, and it was so close!
***
Lambert, mentally: Wait, is he into me? Quick, make a bad joke and see if he laughs.
Lambert, aloud: Did you hear the one about the skeleton who couldn't go to the party? He had no body to go with!
Aiden, laughs: That's really funny.
Lambert: ...
Lambert, mentally: Well, that's not a fair test. That joke's hilarious.
***
Lambert: Step 1, be straight.
Aiden: *walks by*
Lambert: Failed step 1.
***
Aiden, jokingly: You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.
Lambert, seriously: Won’t be a problem.
Lambert, a weeks later: THERE’S A PROBLEM.
Aiden: Aww, you poor thing.
Lambert: Don’t bring my financial status into this.
***
Aiden: I’ve been dropping him the most insanely obvious hints for over six months now. No response.
Lambert: Wow. He sound stupid.
Aiden: But he isn’t. He is smart actually. Just dense.
Lambert: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”
Aiden: I guess you’re right. Hey Lambert, I love you.
Lambert: See! Just say that!
Aiden: Holy fucking shit.
Lambert: If that flies over his head then sorry, Aiden, but he is too dumb for you.
Aiden: Lambert…
* the same night, Lambert suddenly realizing that Aiden was talking about him all the time. *
Lambert: OMFG, I am such an idiot!
Aiden:
Lambert:
Aiden:
Lambert:
Aiden: If you're waiting for me to disagree with you, it's gonna be long night.
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Aiden: *kisses Lambert before he goes into a life or death situation*
Lambert: Hot diggity dog!
Lambert: Oh no! The first thing I said after Aiden kissed me is “hot diggity dog”.
Lambert: You know what? It’s my honest reaction and I stand by it.
***
Lambert, on his relationship with Aiden: I was in the friend zone, and before I knew what was happening, he pulled me into the romance zone! It was like quick sand!
***
Lambert: Rubbing alcohol is for outside injuries.
Lambert: Drinking it is for inside injuries.
Aiden, softly: Babe, no–
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Innkeeper: I can't believe you broke the bed last night. Must have been crazy!
*Last night*
Aiden: I bet you can't jump and touch the ceiling.
Lambert: Fucking watch me.
***
*after leaving the inn*
Lambert: Thanks for paying the bill for dinner.
Aiden: But... I thought you did?
Lambert:
Aiden:
Lambert: Well I guess we won’t be going to that place ever again
***
Villain: Now that we’ve captured you, we’re going to call your boyfriend.
Aiden: Please don’t.
Villain: Beggin will get you nothing!
Aiden: You don’t understand. He’s going to cause a massive scene. I’m trying to save both of us a lot of trouble here.
***
Lambert, wakes up: Wait... Where am I?
Aiden, sarcastically: In heaven
Lambert: Oh.
Lambert: ...
Lambert: Didn’t think you’d be here.
Aiden: Honestly, fuck you.
Lambert: We can do that in heaven?
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Here is Part 2
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#witcher#witcher 3#witcher 3 wild hunt#tw3#witcher lambert#lambert#witcher aiden#aiden#aiden x lambert#lambert x aiden#masters of mayhem#lambert and aiden on the path#kaer morhen shenanigans#incorrect quotes#incorrect witcher#incorrect witcher quotes
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The lost boys with a sweet and innocent s/o would include~
(Not my gifs)(requested by anonymous)
David~
- David likes innocence, it enthralls him because he’s so far from it himself. He’s drawn to it from the get go so expect that once he sees you he’s already planning a way to hook his claws into you.
- Not to mention your kindness. David; or any of the boys for that matter, is not used to just plain human decency. It’s been a while since he’s been treated with respect instead of just being seen as some delinquent walking amongst the people.
- You would undoubtedly become a motherly figure towards the boys; your caring and kind nature taking over when you’re around them.
- He’s a little touch starved so he’s happy to receive your affection and kindness.
- He always gives guys that knowing look when you come to his side after their attempted flirting or staring. Like he wants them to know he finds it amusingly pathetic, and that you might not realize what had just happened but he did.
- Sometimes he treats you like you’re fragile, like any touch of his could break you into a million pieces. You appear so soft and delicate to him that he couldn’t help but do so.
- He tries to keep you away when “scary” things are happening, not wanting you to be afraid of the boys and run off because you saw a skull being split open.
- If you do manage to see something he didn’t intend for you to see; whether that be a kill or some kind of behavior they take part in, he’ll try to comfort you.
-Although a part of him wants to keep you as a sweet, innocent little girl another part of him wants to completely ravage and corrupt you. He goes back and forth on the issue everytime he sees you.
- He’d love making you admit your not so innocent thoughts, the uncharacteristic feelings that come across you especially in regards to him. Hearing this angelic creature confessing how he makes them feel in a tone of flustered embarrassment, it “keeps him up at night” so to speak.
- All of the boys would kind of take advantage of your kindness and innocence but none of them quite as much as David. Let’s not forget that David is a villain and someone who tricks people into becoming a vampire. Chances are you wouldn’t be spared from this outcome, especially if he really liked you.
- With your innocence and tendency to help people, it would be easy for him to manipulate you into coming with them to the cave and subsequently joining them. And then he’d get to keep you forever.
Paul~
- Baby? Baby him? Please? The two of you alternate between pampering each other.
- He himself is a touchy boy so he likes to be touched in return, he’d make any excuse to have you pet him like a puppy.
- I suppose the boys can kinda get hurt but not a lot? Anyways he probably convinced you he was much more fragile than he actually is and pretended that he was hurt to get your sympathy and care.
- He’s a pretty wild person so you’ll have to try and keep him under wraps at times. You don’t want him ending up in jail for the night no matter how unlikely that outcome may be.
- He would make innuendos just to see your adorable confused face.
- He’d love to tease you about your naivety and innocence, saying things like “Well what a good girl you are” and “I bet you don’t even know what that is” with a grin.
- There has definitely been a few times where he’s mentioned the fact that nearly every source of vampire media thinks that they prefer drinking virgin blood. He teases you that perhaps he should give it a try.
- Hand holding, he likes to swing your hand back and forth.
- He aggressively flirts with you just to see your flustered expressions.
- He’s worried to show you his vampire face, you’re softer than the average person; at least your heart is, and even normal people are afraid of him. And he’s normally the epitome of a pretty boy, what would you think of the grotesque version of himself?
- Like pretty much all of the other boys in the group, he thinks your innocence is hot. While Paul doesn’t normally go for “good girls” there definitely is something intriguing about the thought of, well, deflowering you, and teaching you all the dirty little ins and outs of life.
Dwayne~
- Dwayne has always liked innocent girls, there’s just something about them that appeals to him in ways he can’t understand.
- Even though he dresses like he’s in a rock band, girls get bonus points in his book if their fashion style matches their heart, all lace and silk.
- You definitely make him look far less intimidating, the intensity of his usual glare being lessened by your smile and hand happily clutching his.
- He refuses to let the other boys “taint” you. He’ll glare daggers at them to stop them from explaining something dirty or prevent them from saying innuendos to you in the future.
- He sort of treats you like a child sometimes, wanting to preserve your innocence and sweetness for as long as he can; mostly because he hasn’t had anyone like you around him in such a long time. You balance out the evil that he sometimes feels is buried deep within himself and he doesn’t want to let that go.
- You might be embarrassed by some kind of childish thing you like/own but it makes him think you’re even more endearing than he originally thought you were.
- Protective. You and Laddie are on the same level in his book, both of you must be under his watchful gaze.
- He’d like to hold you close to him at all times, keeping you pressed against his chest or wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you’d walk along the boardwalk together.
- He loves watching you with Laddie, seeing how sweet you are to the little boy and how good you take care of him.
- Dwayne is a kind soul at heart so the two of you are actually quite similar. The both of you are definitely the nicest out of the group.
- While he thinks of you as something he wants to keep pure some of the looks he gives you makes it look like he wants to devour you whole.
- He’s also said some things that get your blood boiling no matter how innocent you may be. You can’t help the thoughts that run through your head or the way your body reacts when he’s telling you how sweet you are and how he can’t wait to taste your sweetness on his tongue.
- He tends to talk more around you because you just have a way of making him feel at ease and willing.
Marko~
- Marko’s always kind of down to fight so imagine how he’d act if someone tried to take advantage of you. He’s the hard man to your soft girl.
- The boardwalk cop likes you and will occasionally let him and the others off the hook just for you. You tend to keep them out of (big) trouble and it’s less work for him so he doesn’t mind giving in to your pleas.
- Marko would find it cute if you were apprehensive about causing mischief with them. He’d attempt to egg you into going through with it but would secretly be pleased when you’d continue to refuse.
- Always has a tender gaze set on you, he likes watching you just be your sweet little self.
- He tries to impress you with his pigeons because you’re a kind soul and would probably like the little creatures.
- He asks you to help him with his hair, both cutting and styling, he likes how carefully and tenderly you do so.
- Marko kinda craves approval and praise so he’s glad that you’re willing to give it to him.
- He’d like to tease you almost as much as Paul, giving you his signature Cheshire grin while he asks you questions and calls you sweet.
- He’d definitely play tricks on you knowing that you’d forgive him.
- He indulges your different more childlike interests, occasionally snagging little gifts from stores or tolerating a viewing of your favorite movie/show.
#80s movie#the lost boys headcanon#80s imagines#80s movie headcanon#80s movie headcanons#80s movie imagine#the lost boys headcanons#the lost boys x reader#the lost boys imagine#marko the lost boys#dwayne the lost boys headcanons#dwayne the lost boys#paul the lost boys headcanons#paul the lost boys imagine#paul headcanons#dwayne the lost boys x reader#dwayne the lost boys imagine#marko the lost boys imagine#marko headcanon#marko x reader#marko imagine#paul the lost boys#david the lost boys x reader#david the lost boys#david headcanon#david imagine
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Prompt: One person is a professor that overshares, the other doesn’t say anything about their personal life, no one realizes they’re together - Shigadabi
Dabi is an ethics professor while Shigaraki teaches philosophy; their courses are co-requisites, meaning they have to be taken at the same time to get a full credit.
No one realizes they’re together mostly because their students usually see them arguing, most likely about Stain and how the hell are you an ethics professor if you condone murder????
The first time they (Class 1A) walk into Dabi’s classroom they are terrified because this man has most definitely killed someone why is he allowed to be around people???
They get used to him later on, as he’s mostly insightful and only raises his voice to makes sure the back of the room can hear him, but they’re still low-key scared about how he looks.
Shigaraki, on the other hand, acts like he’s on crack most of the time. He’s a feral bastard of a man and they’re sure that even though he dresses nicely there’s no way he picked out those clothes himself and he kinda looks like someone wrestled him into them. His attitude is mostly “I don’t give a fuck but I have to be here so I’m here and I guess that means I actually have to teach well”
Plot twist: he’s actually a really well known academic in the community and has won awards and given speeches and shit. He’s really smart but he doesn’t have anything else going for him. Of course, he didn’t tell them that. They found out because quite a few of their course readings mention him by name and of course they went digging to find out he’s highly respected. He tells them nothing. They only know his last name.
The first time anyone sees the two professors together is when Shigaraki bursts into Dabi’s 8am lecture demanding coffee. Dabi keeps a small coffee machine in his classroom because he understands 8ams are terrible and it’s free for his students to use (it’s the cheap instant stuff but no one’s complaining).
Anything said at 8am is jarring but it is even more so when it’s your rat bastard of a professor kicking open a door with the force of god yelling “COFFEE!”
Dabi, of course, does not give him coffee. Tomura says he’ll fight him for it after a solid twenty minutes of arguing. He immediately leaves and no one has ever heard anything about a fight between the two of them occurring but the next day Shigaraki gleefully walks into their 8am and makes himself a cup of coffee. Dabi doesn’t even stop lecturing and doesn’t even stop to even pretend to notice him. Every day after that, Shigaraki comes in for coffee and sits in Dabi’s chair as he drinks it, (creepily) smiling broadly, while Dabi is walking around and teaching.
Dabi overshares very much so and he is very happy to do it. He loves talking about his husband Tomura and all the stupid little things he does and why he’s in love with him and everything. One time he stopped his lecture to draw attention to the bento box his husband made for him and “isn’t that sweet he cooked it all himself and he hates cooking I love him so much”
His students use that as an advantage to stop hearing about what Plato said centuries ago and just hear cute little things about their professor. Dabi can and will rant for hours about his husband if no one stops him. He will also threaten you if you try to stop him.
The reason no one thinks that Shigaraki and Dabi are married, other than the arguing, is that Dabi always describes his husband as cute and adorable and kind and Shigaraki isn’t exactly that (at least not in public). The other reason is that Dabi always calls him by last name or “Mophead” when they’re in public.
Shigaraki will die before his students wrangle any personal information out of him and he will most likely kill you if you bother to ask him.
And yet, they still ask him. Shigaraki only cocks his head to the side, gives them the widest, creepiest smile he can manage and starts cackling for an uncomfortably long period of time.
There are so many wild bets going on based on what Shigaraki does in his spare time. A few people think he’s part of the yakuza. Kaminari is convinced he’s an escaped demon from hell and that’s why he’s so creepy and why he doesn’t give a shit about anything.
Someone once asked him if he was part of the yakuza and he said “hell fucking no Kai was a fucking mental case but he’s in jail so it doesn’t matter” and said nothing else about it. They wonder who Kai is constantly.
Kaminari said he once saw Dabi and Shigaraki civilly eating lunch together and no one believed him until Dabi once knocked on Shigaraki’s door, stuck his head in the middle of lecture and asked “Lunch?” to which Shigaraki bluntly responded “No, busy” and continued his lecture without even taking a breath.
Mina is the one that suggests that they find out whoever Dabi’s husband is because the man sounds like an absolute saint and they need to see this angel of a man. Bakugou unhelpfully chimes in that “the fucker is making it all up” because he’s mad about his own feelings for a classmate (cough Kirishima cough) and is jealous towards his prof’s happy relationship.
Shouto gets switched into both classes and is in for one hell of a trip when Professor “Dabi” calls him down on his first day yelling “SHOUTO I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE IN THIS CLASS HI!!!!” because of course Shouto sits in the back with Midoriya.
There is no class that day as Dabi rants about his fantastic baby brother while Shouto falls asleep (on Midoriya, who is blushing) so he doesn’t have to listen to his brother’s rant. That, and he’s real tired.
Shigaraki just gives Shouto a nod, grumbles something about another Todoroki (he did not sleep the night before and he’s about to fall dead) and proceeds with his lecture as usual.
“Okay listen up I’ve got a head cold and this thermos is full of NyQuil. I’m gonna drink this and start talking but the lecture ends when your heads start turning into colourful squiggles” (from that one tumblr anecdote)
Shigaraki falling flat on his face during lecture is completely normal and it’s about as normal as Aizawa with the sleeping bag and he just continues his lecture from the floor after a small “I’m okay.” He’s not drunk or tired or sick or anything sometimes he just needs a good lie down but instead of lying down like a normal person he just splats like an ungraceful volleyball player diving for the ball. Dabi once came in and just stared at him for a while before asking “you good” which prompted Shigaraki to bolt up and shriek at him to get out of his classroom. After Dabi left he plopped down on the floor again. When he does this, sometimes he’ll start giggling for no reason. It’s like hearing a haunted doll laugh at you.
Every time Dabi mentions going out with his husband he gets extremely flustered. The first time it happened, someone asked him how long he and his husband had been married (expecting him to say a few months) and he responded with five years.
When they find out the two of them are married, shit gets fucking crazy. No one believes it. They think their professors are playing a prank on them for asking too many questions about their personal lives until Shouto is just like “yeah no that’s my brother in law”
“YOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME AND SAID NOTHING?!?!?!”
“.....was I supposed to?”
Most of their responses to Dabi are “Him????? Really?????”
Yes really because Dabi loves his disaster husband and the next person who says anything about it will fail their final.
#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero academia#shigadabi#teacher au#professor au#shigaraki tomura#shimura tenko#dabi#todoroki touya#long post
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Clearing the Air
[The trio cruises along the empty city streets. Chris is fast asleep in the backseat while Daniel fidgets anxiously in the front.]
SEAN: Need to pee or something?
DANIEL: Nah, I’m just nervous.
SEAN: [chuckles] About what?
DANIEL: Uh… Nothing. Never mind.
SEAN: [sighs] Whatever you say dude.
DANIEL: [turning to Chris] Is he... okay?
DANIEL: Yeah. He just hasn’t slept well since… you know.
SEAN: Well before he wakes up, we need to have a serious talk about all this.
[Sean pulls the car over to the side of the road. He gets out and sits on the hood, motioning Daniel to join him. Daniel reluctantly agrees]
DANIEL: Sean Iisten-
SEAN: No, you listen! I went through hell just so we could stay in this country, so you could live a normal life! Now you’re just gonna throw it all away on some wild goose chase?! Don’t you even care? I swear this is like Nevada all over again!
[Daniel looks ashamed and on the verge of tears]
DANIEL: I’m s-sorry Sean. It’s just that… we haven’t seen each other in months, and you don’t answer my texts and I thought if I-
SEAN: No… you’re right. That wasn’t fair. I’m guess I’m still… trying to figure this whole thing out.
DANIEL: I know.
SEAN: Why didn’t you just tell me, instead of pulling a stupid stunt like this?
DANIEL: I… didn’t want to drag you into this.
SEAN: Well guess what Daniel? I’m in it now whether you like it or not. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re kind of a package deal.
DANIEL: I’m sorry.
SEAN: There you go again. Always apologizing after the fact. For once, I want you to think things through before you go running off on your next crusade!
DANIEL: I’ll try.
SEAN: You damn well better. Remember the deal we made with the Feds, no big splashes! If they catch even a whiff of what you’re doing… ¡se acabó! They’ll throw my ass back in jail and lock you in some government black site. We’ll never see each other again. Is that what you want?!
DANIEL: No of course not! It’s just… Chris has lost everything. I just want to help him get answers and justice. It’s the least we can after all he’s done for us. We owe him that much!
SEAN: [scoffs] You’ve really grown up, haven’t you?
[Sean leans over and hugs Daniel who is taken off-guard but sinks into Sean’s arms, savoring the familiar comfort]
DANIEL: What was that for?
SEAN: Oh nothing. Just getting you back for earlier.
[Daniel smiles and rests his head on his brother’s shoulder]
SEAN: Enano, listen… I’m sorry I’ve been so… distant. College’s just been hectic as fuck. I’ve got a side-gig going on, and I know haven’t always been… there for you, like I should be.
DANIEL: You don’t have to apologize, Sean. You’ve already done so much. You should go live your own life for a change. Besides, I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself now.
SEAN: [laughs] I’ve heard that one before.
DANIEL: I’m serious! You don’t have to worry about me. Go to parties, hook up, cram for exams or whatever. I don’t wanna be a burden anymore.
SEAN: You’re not a burden, Daniel and worrying about you is kind of in the job description. I mean the hours are long and you don’t get paid, but at the end of the day it’s all worth it, you know?
DANIEL: Yeah I know… thanks, Sean.
If Daniel threatened Sean back at the bus depot:
DANIEL: S-sorry for what happened back at the bus station. I don’t know what got into me.
SEAN: You should be. We don’t see each other for weeks and the first thing you do is try to pick a fight.
DANIEL: I just… got caught up in the moment.
SEAN: Hope you haven’t been doubling up on your pills again.
DANIEL: Of course not! I’m not stupid Sean!
SEAN: Never said you were.
DANIEL: Sorry. I don’t wanna fight.
SEAN: Me neither. But just for the record, I would have kicked your ass.
DANIEL: (rolling his eyes) Sure Sean.
SEAN: I did last time.
DANIEL: That didn’t count! You caught me off-guard!
SEAN: That’s kind of the point, genius. You think the bad guys are gonna warn you before attacking?
DANIEL: What bad guys? Besides, even if one of them got the jump on me, I’d still stop them all. Easy-peasy!
SEAN: This isn’t a superhero movie, it’s real life. You gotta pay attention to your surroundings at all times!
DANIEL: (mockingly) Whatever you say… sensei.
DANIEL: Are you… doing okay?
SEAN: What do you mean?
DANIEL: You know… with college, and track and everything. I don’t really know much except what I hear from Lyla-
SEAN: Oh you mean your little spy? I still haven’t forgotten about the library incident you know.
DANIEL: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
SEAN: Yeah, yeah! play dumb! You’re lucky that marker was washable otherwise your ass would be grass right now!
DANIEL: I thought you were supposed to be able to see that sorta stuff coming.
SEAN: I was asleep! Besides that’s not how it works!
DANIEL: Pfft excuses!
SEAN: Don’t push it. I’m still mad at you, you know.
DANIEL: (making a funny face) Yeah? How about now?
SEAN: [laughs] Okay. I���m letting you off the hook this time.
[Daniel pulls a chock-o-crisp out his pocket and begins to eat]
SEAN: Still eating those?
DANIEL: (mouth full) What? I’m hungry!
SEAN: I read an article that chock-o-crisps can stunt your growth. You better cut back or you might be stuck an enano forever.
DANIEL: That’s bullshit! I grew 3 inches since Christmas. I’ll probably be taller than you soon!
SEAN: Ha You wish! [he ruffles Daniel’s hair]
DANIEL: Stop it! You know how long it took me to get it just right?
SEAN: Since when do you care so much about your hair?
DANIEL: Chris says that it looks cool like this.
SEAN: I thought you “always looked good”.
DANIEL: Yeah, but I just like it better this way.
SEAN: Okay, okay. Hands off the hair. Got it.
DANIEL: So Sean, you...
Seeing anyone?
Talk to Mom lately?
Seeing anyone?
SEAN: Taking an interest in my love life? Who would've thought?
DANIEL: It’s not like I really care. I just… don’t want you to get lonely.
SEAN: Don’t worry about that, enano, I got plenty of term papers and angry TAs to keep me company.
DANIEL: I’m being serious Sean.
SEAN: Well if you must know, I did meet someone recently. We were actually supposed to have dinner tonight but… you know.
DANIEL: Oh… sorry.
SEAN: (jokingly) You should be. We don’t even live in the same state anymore and somehow you still manage to cock-block me!
DANIEL: (cheekily) That’s my real superpower!
SEAN: (rolling eyes) Yeah, yeah keep laughing. Who knows? Maybe someday, I’ll return the favor.
(They both laugh)
SEAN: How about you? How’s school? Anyone giving you shit?
DANIEL: Nah. Everyone likes me, well except Wilkes and Brad. But they’re assholes. Anyway, there is this dance coming up next week and I still don’t have a date. I was thinking of asking this one girl, Millie. We text and stuff and I guess she’s pretty!
SEAN: Whoa dude, slow down! Focus on keeping your grades up. You’ve got plenty of time for that stuff later. Me on the other hand. I think I’m just about ready to die alone.
LYLA <-> FINN/CASSIDY (Determinant)
LYLA:
DANIEL: What about Lyla? She’s single!
SEAN: Dude no! It’d be way too weird. We’ve known each other since forever. It would never work. And besides, I’d never take her from you.
DANIEL: S-shut up. That was just a stupid crush! I’m totally over her!
SEAN: (deadpanning) Oh no. I’m sure she’ll be devastated.
CASSIDY:
DANIEL: What about… what’s her name? The smelly hippie with the purple wig.
SEAN: Cassidy? She’s all the way up in Canada, dude! Plus, I need to get clearance every time I leave the country. It would never work.
DANIEL: That’s okay. You can totally do better!
SEAN: Oh ouch. Still holding a grudge, eh?
DANIEL: I just think… you’re too good for her.
SEAN: I’ll take that as a compliment. I guess.
FINN:
DANIEL: What about Finn? Weren’t you totally into him?
SEAN: Finn’s still in jail dude. What are we supposed to do? Make out through the glass?
DANIEL: Haha true.
(If Sean forgave Finn in Episode 4)
DANIEL: Do you ever wish things turned out differently with him?
SEAN: Sure… sometimes, but life’s too short for regrets.
DANIEL: You’re starting to sound like Mom.
SEAN: I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.
(If the player did not forgive Finn in Episode 4)
SEAN: He’s applying for early parole and wants to me be at his hearing. Can you believe that?
DANIEL: You’re not going, are you? He totally used us. He deserves to be locked up!
SEAN: Whoa where’s this coming from? Didn’t you use to be his biggest fan?
DANIEL: What are you talking about?
SEAN: (mockingly) Oooo Finn’s so cool! Finn lets me do whatever I want. I wish Finn was my brother!
DANIEL: What?! I never said that! Besides, I was just a stupid kid back then!
SEAN: Yeah and no one’s denying that.
DANIEL: Whatever. If you want to go, go.
SEAN: Nah… I’m done with Finn. There’s plenty of better guys out there.
Talk to Mom lately?
SEAN: Yeah got a call from her two weeks ago. Business has been booming ever since… they legalized it in Arizona. So, expect an extra big birthday present this year.
DANIEL: Bet you want to move there so you can (he makes a toking motion)
SEAN: Haha, maybe after I graduate!
DANIEL: (sigh) I miss Away.
SEAN: I do too. There was something special about that place. Everyone there was so chill. Not like here.
Ask about Away
DANIEL: And Joanne? Is she still-
SEAN: [sigh] The latest round of chemo didn’t work. So they’re preparing for the worst…
DANIEL: I want to see her Sean, before…
SEAN: I know enano. But Arizona’s too far and way too close to the border. The Feds would never go for it.
DANIEL: I don’t care! I need to say goodbye to her, in-person.
SEAN: [sigh] Okay. I’ll talk to Flores, see if we can work something out.
DANIEL: Thanks Sean.
SEAN: Arthur and Stanley got a new puppy! His name is Rufus. He’s a bit of a handful but super cute.
DANIEL: No way!
SEAN: I’ve got pictures.
DANIEL: Dude! Send them now!
Ask About Sean’s Eye:
DANIEL: How’s your eye?
SEAN: Can’t complain. Still gets itchy from time to time but that’s what the eye lube’s for.
DANIEL: Ew, can you not call it that?
Ask about Sean’s Appearance
DANIEL: Dude what’s with the beard? It looks all itchy and gross!
SEAN: You’re just jealous cuz you can’t grow one!
DANIEL: Could too! I just don’t want to.
SEAN: Yeah sure… Have your heuvos even dropped yet?
DANIEL: Ewwww, shut up!
SEAN: I’ll take that as a no. And since you love my beard so much. Here, feel it! [He rubs his cheek against Daniel’s.]
DANIEL: (laughing) Stop Sean! That tickles! Quit it!
SEAN: RESPECT THE BEARD!
[Sean drapes his arm over Daniel who leans on his shoulder. They look at the night sky together]
DANIEL: Whoa... check out that moon!
SEAN: How about a team howl? For old times’ sake?
DANIEL: Yeah! Diaz Lobos!
[They howl together as “Into the Woods” plays]
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Title: A Chance at Forever
Gift for: @brightasstars
Chapter: 1/2
Square Filled: Time Travel (For @shadowhunterbingo)
Raiting: T
Wordcount: 1355
No Major Archive Warnings
SFW, Angst with Happy Ending, Time Travel, Good Friend Ragnor and Catarina.
Summary:
Magnus receives the key to keeping his husband with him forever after a year of looking.
But a misstep from the past has caused Magnus his forever.
Or has it?...
Read on Ao3
Story:
Magnus looked over to his desk and sighed as the ingredient list taunted him. He snapped his fingers and refilled his wine glass. The frustration of past carelessness had closed another door for him. If he had stored his ingredients better, he wouldn’t be in this mess.
“Are you just going to glare at it?” A voice broke his spiraling thoughts. Magnus turned and looked at one of his closest friends and colleague, Ragnor.
“I messed up, my dear cabbage,” Magnus mumbled through the pain. “I ruined my only chance.”
Magnus observed as Ragnor moved to the apothecary’s desk and picked up the simple list.
“Cat came and delivered it this morning after Alexander left for work,” Magnus recalled, placing his glass down to join Ragnor. “I understand why now she knew I wouldn’t be able to retain one of the ingredients and didn’t want Alexander to see me upset.”
“One vial of Unseelie blood willingly given,” Ragnor read off with a gruff, and his face pinched in an annoyed fashion. “Where’d you even obtain such a thing?”
“After you almost got Will exiled for a bet, Tessa asked me to take him out instead of letting him run around wild with you,” Magnus smirked for a moment. “It was during one of the usual rounds that an Unseelie joined in. Everything was underground, so no one made a fuzz. If you had the stuff to bet, then they wouldn’t turn you away. I lost quite a few things because of this, but it wasn’t till the final round that it mattered. The Unseelie had put up a few rare items, but then when the pool got more interesting, they offered a vial of their blood for the last round. Back then, I just knew it was rare and could be used as an ingredient or a trade of something I needed.”
“What did you do with it?” Ragnor asked, setting the potion list down and crossing his arms.
“I put it in one of my safe houses, but during the Uprising, I had used that house as a sanctuary for Downworlders,” Magnus explained, running his hands over his face as he replayed the memories. “It was found and burnt down with everything inside by some of The Circle in the 90s.”
“It’s gone then,” Ragnor summarized and kept looking at Magnus. “Was that the last place it was at?”
“Yes, Ragnor, my only chance at forever with my husband was burnt to the ground,” Magnus bit back, trying to control his anger. He knew that Ragnor was not trying to provoke him. “I kept the vial stored in the St. Albans safe house. Valentine’s Shadowhunters demolished it in 1990. At the time, I didn’t think anything of the loss. Just things happen, oh well. I didn’t have a plan for it.”
“So say in 1989 in May it would still be there?” Ragnor asked as he started to undo the cuffs on his coat and roll them up.
Magnus squinted at his friend and started to feel Ragnor’s magic pulling itself together.
“Yes, it was undisturbed before The Uprising,” Magnus cautiously answered as he started to grow concerned at the vast amount of energy Ragnor began to siphon from the ley lines. “Ragnor?”
“What I am about to do will never be replicated or spoken of again,” Ragnor sternly stated as he held Magnus’ gaze. “Do you understand, Magnus?”
“What exactly are you doing?” Magnus questioned while still trying to keep his composure. “Ragnor, you are going to set off the Institute’s alarms if you keep pulling!”
“I’m sure your husband will cover for us once you give him the immortality potion,” Ragnor waved off as he closed his eyes and tried to center himself. “You above most know of my fascination with dimensional travel, and while researching those theories, I stumbled onto a warlock’s abandoned work.”
“That’s great and all, Ragnor, but what does it have to do with this moment at all?” Magnus pushed as he started to get worried. He heard his phone go off on the desk and knew it must be Alexander with questions.
“I finished the work. It was complicated, and it took three decades, but I was able to complete the time travel spell. It will only allow you an hour max; the magic is too volatile for me to stabilize any longer than that. If you stay longer, I can’t guarantee that I will be able to pull you back to the present. I don’t know what will happen if you do end up getting stuck in the past, though,” Ragnor kept going as he snapped his fingers and summoned his supplies.
“Wh-,” Magnus was trying his best to keep up with him, but he still didn’t understand anything Ragnor was saying. “Ragnor, are you okay? Did you hit your head? Time travel spell?”
“There it is set!” Ragnor declared as he finished the intricate circle on the apothecary’s floor.
Magnus looked down and noticed it was a stabilizing circle. Usually, younger warlocks used this the first few times they tried summoning spells or any high-class spell.
“Keep up, Magnus,” Ragnor sighed and pulled Magnus towards the middle of the circle. “Just need you to stand here, and I can send you back. Remember only an hour.”
“Send me back?! What do you mean, Ragnor?” the slight agitation in Magnus’ voice was growing with every pull from his friend.
Ragnor stopped and looked at Magnus straight on with a determined demeanor. “I can send you back to get your ingredient, my friend. I can give you a chance at forever.”
Magnus gulped but nodded. He didn’t know if Ragnor could actually send him back, but if he could, Magnus would have the last piece to keep his happiness for a long time.
“I trust you, Ragnor,” Magnus nodded and stepped into the circle.
“Of course you do! Who else has smuggled you out of 3 countries cause you partied yourself into felonies and jail time?” Ragnor teased as he started to push his magic to force the portal.
“Hey, I only remember 2!” Magnus protested, watching the unstable-looking tear starting to form.
“Remember is the keyword in your statement,” Ragnor chuckled and pressed the last of his magic into place. “Just like a normal portal, you need to think of the place you are going, but you also need to think about the time period of the place. It works off intent; if you aren’t clear, I don’t know what will happen.”
“Why do I feel like you are also using me as an experiment as much as you are doing me a favor?” Magnus grumbled and closed his eyes. He tried to remember the rose bushes he had planted outside.
“Magnus, listen, if it weren’t you, I wouldn’t be offering to use this magic.” Ragnor sighed as he activated the stabilizing circle. “It is extremely taxing and can leave me drained for a month.”
“Then why!?” Magnus asked, shocked and fingers already inching for his cellphone to call Catarina.
“Because Magnus, if anyone deserves a do-over, it’s you.”
Magnus held Ragnor’s gaze and gulped at the weight of his best friend’s actions. “Thank you.”
“Just get in the middle and hurry. I wasn’t kidding when I said that this would take most of my magic for a while, and I can already feel it consuming it,” Ragnor grunted as he watched the portal finally stabilize enough for entry. “Go.”
Magnus nodded and readied himself. He would go in, get the vial, and back through. He knew the layout intimately, and he could maneuver it blackout drunk. Hell, he might’ve done it a few times.
“MAGNUS!?”
Magnus turned around to see his husband before cursing as he tripped and fell head-first into the open portal. Magnus focused on his destination and felt a set of familiar arms wrap around him tightly as the portal’s magic started to push them through to the other side. The warlock held a firm grip and wrapped his magic around his Shadowhunter to protect them from being separated on the journey.
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Field of Poppies Part 25
Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.
Part 25: Some have trouble adapting to home again. Some are gearing up for trouble they’re going to cause.
By August of that year, Barney was locked away in the asylum. It happened so suddenly. Although he certainly hadn’t been himself since his last gunshot wound in the trenches, everyone had hoped that he would reacclimate as time went on. But his behavior only got worse. He was prone to violent outbursts that he didn’t even remember seconds after.
Tommy and the rest of the 179th did their best to try and keep him calm and out of trouble. But there was only so much they could do. A few episodes at the Garrison was one thing. Harry could accept that the man was clearly out of his mind and not doing it on purpose. But the rest of the public world couldn’t understand.
Barney was arrested a few times. But his was committed after he bit a cop and tried to escape jail. He was deemed insane soon after.
Amelia knew Tommy took it very hard. They all did. These men who were parts of their lives were suddenly changed beyond a point of return. And there was nothing they could do about it. They couldn’t visit Barney and they couldn’t get Danny’s fits under control either.
Rosie was at her wit's end and relied heavily on support from Amelia. Consequently, this allowed Tommy to slip back into his habits of working all hours of the day.
Amelia noticed this a few months in, but she wasn’t sure what to say. Before the war, she had no problem laying into him about working himself to death. But after? Well, she didn’t know what to even say. She felt guilty about being strict about anything. In her mind, he had been through enough. Why should she scold him on something that was small compared to the grand scheme of things?
But she wasn’t blind either. Amelia was aware that he never slept more than a few hours at a time. She couldn’t find the warmth in his eyes anymore. He was less outspoken than before and had a habit of sitting in stony silence instead of speaking out. He was energetic with the kids, at least as much as he could be on the amount of sleep he was getting.
Amelia was grateful for that. Although it hurt to know Tommy had changed so much, at least the kids wouldn’t realize.
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Amelia went into the betting shop one sweltering afternoon to bring Tommy lunch. He hadn’t eaten that morning and had been absent during dinner the night before. But there was no sign of him. She went into Arthur’s office to see where he was.
“He came in early this morning, was here before everyone else.” Her brother-in-law answered. “He left ‘bout an hour ago saying he would be back later.”
“He didn’t say where he would be?” Amelia asked, her concern growing.
Arthur shook his head. “I asked but he never answered.”
She chewed on her lip. “Okay…well.” She considered waiting but figured her nerves would get the better of her. “Here, you can have this.” She gave Arthur the lunch before leaving the shop.
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Small Heath wasn’t particularly large, but that didn’t mean he was even there. He could’ve gone beyond the neighborhood. She started with Charlie’s Yard. That’s where Annie and Max were for the day. They were cranky inside because of the heat so she sent them to both Charlie for the morning.
“Haven’t seen him,” Charlie said, sitting on a stool in the shade while he watched the kids. Curly was showing them a grasshopper he’d found in one of the horse stalls. The kids were so taken by the discovery that they didn’t even notice their mother arriving.
“Do you know where he might’ve gone?” Amelia asked hopefully.
“Whenever he’d get in a mood, he’d go to the graveyard to visit his mum,” Charlie replied. “I’d look there.”
“Thank you,” Amelia said gratefully, hoping Tommy’s uncle was right.
Across the yard, Annie squealed. The grasshopper had jumped out of Curly’s cupped hand and was on the loose. Max ran to try and catch it again. They were both so caught up in the summer fun, that she wasn’t going to interrupt it with her nerves.
“I’ll be back to take them off your hands,” Amelia promised Charlie.
“S’alright. They’re not hurting anyone.” He nodded before she went off toward the graveyard.
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Charlie was right. Amelia found Tommy among the overgrown grass and crooked headstones. But he wasn’t standing in front of his mother’s grave. Hers was a few rows down. No, he was standing in the newer section in front of a newer plot.
“Tom.” Amelia hated interrupting him while he was in deep thought, but she was just thankful she’d found him.
He glanced over his shoulder. Without saying anything, he reached for her hand. She took it as she stood beside him. That’s when she noticed they were in front of Greta Jurossi’s grave.
“When I got the letter from you, the one where you said she had died, I didn’t believe it.” He spoke in a quiet voice, just loud enough to hear over the sound of cicadas in the grass. “I dunno, I just thought she was going to be the one to upset the system. One of those historical figures that people talk about.”
Amelia knew that he and Greta shared the same ideologies. Aspirations that she was afraid of but Greta wasn’t. He had respect for her.
“I know.” She said gently. “She would come by sometimes to the shop. She and Polly would always get worked up about the rights of women and the working class.” She smiled weakly.
Tommy nodded, his eyes staring into space. “You were right, though.”
“About what?”
“When you came back, I was telling you about the communist group. You didn’t think it was enough to change the world.” He recalled. “And you were right.”
“Tom…”
“You don’t have to say anything.” He shook his head. “There’s nothing more to say.”
Young Tommy Shelby had so many dreams and a drive to change everything he saw as unjust. But the world had taken him in its fist and squeezed the convictions out of him. It had forced him into the mold of a soldier. Forced him to comply. Killed off Greta, killed her message.
But Tommy wasn’t dead yet. There was a new fire lit inside of him. “Politics, laws, parties. It doesn’t matter. You can’t win if you play by their rules.”
“So, what are you-”
He began to walk back down the path, still holding her hand. “Everything will be alright.” He promised her. “You won’t have to worry about a thing.”
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The two went back to the Yard to bring the children home with them. Charlie was still taking refuge in the shade, smoking a pipe and watching Annie running around in the mud.
“You found him then.” He commented as Amelia and Tommy came up to him.
“Not a lot of places you can hide in Small Heath,” Tommy replied to his uncle.
“I hope they weren’t a fuss, Charlie.” Amelia ignored her husband’s glib response.
“I’ll tell you what, that boy of yours is just like you, Tom,” Charlie remarked. “Full of energy but once he’s around a horse, he’s quiet as a mouse.”
“I’m sure you taught him well then.”
“I didn’t teach him anything.” He shook his head. “Must be the Traveler blood in him.”
“He doesn’t have Traveler blood, Charlie,” Tommy muttered in reply.
“Well, then it’s fucking intuition, hell if I know.” His uncle rolled his eyes, his pipe still tucked between his lips as he spoke.
“Hell, if you know.” Tommy shook his head. “You better not have been teaching him that kind of fucking language.” He warned before heading toward the horse stalls to find Max.
“That one has Traveler blood in her.” Charlie pointed his pipe toward Annie. The little girl had ruined her skirt by stomping around in the mud by the canal. She had a loose hold on her teddy bear that seemed just as filthy from the morning’s play.
“You think?”
“Reminds me of Pol when she was little. An absolute terror but you’d be happy to see her come around. Max will be a gifted rider, like Tom. But Annie won’t back down from a challenge, no matter how many times she’s bucked off.”
The thought of her precious daughter being bucked off a horse was a nightmare to Amelia. But she knew that there was no forcing Annie into being someone she wasn’t. Amelia knew that all too well. Her family wanted her to be a lady of high society. They wanted her to be proper, educated but not too educated, and a million miles beyond Small Heath. But she was aware that she was a girl of lower class. Her upbringing was nothing compared to the socialites in London. She ran the streets with the Shelbys much to her parents’ discontent. And while she wasn’t as fierce and feisty as Tommy and Arthur, she didn’t mind living in Small Heath. She loved the people there.
The more her parents pushed, the more she rebelled. In London, she felt empty. She had no friends because all the girls her age were boring to her. London felt cold and desolate to her. Sure, the place they lived in was nicer, but it didn’t matter.
So, if Annie wanted to be a wild girl who flocked to dangerous horses, then there really wasn’t a thing Amelia could do about it. Not with Tommy’s blood in her.
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“Not even half a year since he’s come back and you’re already up the duff, again.”
Martha and Amelia snickered behind their hands. It was true. Martha was pregnant again and Polly was bewildered by the revelation.
“Oh, Pol, it’s okay.” Amelia smiled. "It was bound to happen once John came back."
“You and John are getting your own flat, or I'll get my own. I’ve had more than enough newborns in this house at one time.” Polly replied firmly.
“I suppose that’s only fair.” Martha agreed. Six Watery Lane had become quite the den of rascals. “At least John is home and can help me with the other two."
“And make sure he does. Those three have been working themselves to death.” Polly shook her head in disapproval. “And it’s all Tommy’s doing.” She glanced at Amelia.
“I think they’re just trying to find their place in the world again.” Amelia shrugged. “Remember when they were gone? We had to adapt to the world. Now they do too.”
Polly didn’t look convinced. “When a Shelby man is working like the devil, that means there’s going to be trouble.” She warned.
It did speak to the conversation she and Tommy had earlier in the graveyard. “He did seem to have some plans.” She admitted. “But he didn’t say what.”
Polly continued to smoke by the kitchen table where Amelia and Martha were sitting. “One can only guess what goes on in that head of his.”
Amelia looked down at her lap. As his wife, she thought she would be the one to know. But she felt just as blind as the rest of them.
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It was a rare night, but one that Amelia rejoiced in having. After dinner, she got the kids washed up and put in bed. After Tommy kissed them each goodnight, he returned to the master bedroom and caught Amelia before she even made it to her vanity.
Without a word, he kissed her deeply. He pressed her up against the door as he locked it to avoid any awkward situations if one of the children wandered in unannounced.
It was so easy for Amelia to forget everything when Tommy held her. She could rejoice in the fact that in those brief moments, she was taken care of. There was nothing to interrupt them, nothing to cause them harm, it was just the two of them. They were the moments Amelia yearned for when he was in France. The moments where she could keep him close and cast aside the ugliness of the world.
But the feeling couldn’t last and they were brought back to Earth as the night wore on. Still, they enjoyed each other’s company in the dead hours of the night. Amelia curled up in the crook of his arm, tracing the new scars on his chest that he’d obtained in the trenches. He held her close as he smoked.
Eventually, he broke the silence and uttered a rare confession to her. “I’m going to do bad things, Mel.”
The admission sent a chill up her spine. Yet, it was something she already knew. Something she’d known even in childhood when adults would comment on Tommy’s proclivity for mischief. When they remarked how his father was nothing but a waste of space. When they speculated how Tommy would live up to the Shelby name. A name cursed.
“I know.” She whispered. From then on, she was complicit. Her wish to stay in Small Heath as a child had brought her to that point. Her wishes for Tommy to stay out of danger had fallen upon deaf ears as she should’ve realized. But if she wanted a quiet, polite, bland husband, she would’ve stayed in London to marry one. Instead, she was with someone who was destined to be one of the most dangerous men in Britain.
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I'd like to request a part 6 matchup then please 👀 I'm a scorpio, INFP, bisexual, usually quiet, bizarre gen z sense of humor, big savior complex haha oops, I struggle with depression and I love drawing, listening to music and writing ofc. I get anxious in big crowds so I tend to avoid them, or if I can't avoid them then I just hide behind the person I trust. Thx bby ❤️
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Thank you for your request, Memory !! Hope you will enjoy this. Finally back with matchups ~♡
Stone Ocean Matchup
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My first matchup choice for you is...
Narciso Anasui!
When you first met, in Emporio's hidden room, Anasui asked himself how could such a quiet person like you be in jail. He genuinely couldn't get it. Narciso doesn't like too talkative people, since he moves, acts and listens to others for his own interests only. But your behavior really caught his attention. Someway maybe more than Kujo Jolyne did.
Since the first time he met anyone, that person would ask questions about his life, his mistakes, about the crime he had committed to be there. And he just didn't like it. That is why, the man had asked Emporio - or Weather Report - to be the one to inform people about his past before people asked him directly. But everyone always ended up asking him for more details. How annoying. You didn't, by the way.
Much to his surprise, though, you know how to me loud and chaotic too, above all when you and Foo Fighters laugh together over memes. He took a look at those too, just for the sake of knowing what you like. Might it be just because he knew that you were the one liking them, even if those memes were not his thing, he'll admit he's let out a couple giggles, looking through those along with you and F.F.
After he got to know you, it looked like Jolyne had completely slipped and gone away from his mind. Much to her happiness, to be honest. Narciso's undesired avances were on the verge of making her go completely feral. "It looks like it's your time to get his marriage proposals, Memory..." Kujo chirped, laughing at your shocked expression when she talked about marriage proposals.
Did you say savior complex? Narciso definitely cherishes this side of you. He's in love with the way you're always in the first row, when it comes to helping someone who needs your help. He even got the occasion to save you as well, when you happened to put yourself in trouble because of your will to absolutely help someone.
This exaggerated - but not negative at all - obsession about you made him wanna start to get all worried about everyone as well. Emporio always told you, Anasui never helped anyone, unless it regarded him or was for his own profit. You told him not to force himself over a behavior which didn't belong to him, since just like you do, he might have ended up in plenty of troubles. But he just wanted to conquer your heart.
Nobody would have dared to bet a single coin on it, but Narciso Anasui is an actual cheesy man, when he's infatuated for someone, who happens to be you. He won't even let depression get to you, the pink haired man is so ready to fight against it for you. In every hobby and passion of yours, you'll find him supporting you and complimenting your job.
This guy fucking loves reading. Please, don't be afraid to ask suggestions or opinions to him, when you're writing something and need someone to read it to comment it and maybe give you some tips. He didn't have many hobbies or things to do in prison, so he used to stick to reading books and letting his fantasy fly outside of the GD St. Jail. Plus we all know one if his all time favourite characters is Mickey... he's a hidden child.
He's never gonna bring you into crowded places, and even if he doesn't judge a place as "crowded", he's gonna ask you first anyway. The last thing Narciso wants is making you feel bad for a decision of his. He wouldn't forgive himself for such a thing. The man learnt to pay attention to your expressions of discomfort, and knows when he has to help you.
He doesn't like it, when he has to do it, because it means you're not feeling well, but he won't hide he feels pretty lucky, when you hide behind him, since it means that you really trust him. Don't tell anyone, but Jolyne and Foo Fighter overheard him bragging about this to an annoyed Weather Report, who just wanted to sleep and had to listen to Anasui's half-an-hour-long essay about you, instead.
My second matchup choice for you is...
Hermés Costello!
Hermés has been having a crush on you, a pretty strong one, for a good amount of time by now, but the thought of you probably not liking girls was haunting her, and she had no idea of what to do to not to make it awkward. She looked for Jolyne, to ask her for an opinion... and overheard you right in the act of revealing your bisexuality to your best friend. Lucky! She started to hang around you more, after that day.
The truth is, that Costello usually laughs over the bizarre gen Z type of memes, but just doesn't want to admit it. She's naturally calmer than you, or for example Foo Fighters, so she thinks that laughing over those might make her menacing woman façade disappear. She doesn't know whether it might be easier to conquer you by being serious and mysterious or by laughing with you.
When she finally chose to confess, she did it in the most cliché way ever. She just didn't know how to do it. She left a note with a confession in your prison cell, and waited for a reaction from you. If it was positive, then, good for her, she would have been able to love you. If it was negative, she would have made up an excuse to make you believe the note was just one of Jojo and F.F.'s pranks. Luckily, you accepted.
Good thing you have such a savior complex, because Hermés tends to constantly put herself in an ocean of troubles, and will definitely need someone to save her everytime, along with Jolyne and Foo Fighters. If it wasn't for you questioning where she is everytime, she probably would have died after not even a week. But luckily, she has such a good girlfriend thinking about her when she needs it.
Depression? Say no more. Your girlfriend will never leave your side on days when you feel it kicking in more than usual. It's true, you can't do much in prison, but the woman keeps on promising you that once you'll be out of there, she'll bring you to lots of new places to explore, wherever you'd like, to take care of your sadness and bad feelings. Damn, finding love in prison is wild.
She sometimes uses Kiss to duplicate herself and be able to take care of you, above all when you're feeling down and needs something to cheer you up. Two Hermés aren't just perfect for cuddling, but also to have fun, since it's comic to see her twice. Though, you tend to ask her to not to do it often, since going back to a single one after Kiss's effect ends, is sometimes painful for Hermés and you're aware of it.
"Yo, Memory... is that possibly... me?" Costello asked, staring at the drawing you were working on, sitting in your prison cell, the sketchbook on your thighs. You nodded, smiling. You enjoyed sketching her, she was like art to you, and couldn't help loving her body and facial featured. "This is fucking amazing. For real Memory." she sat next to you, and kept on staring at your drawing. "Am I that beautiful in your eyes?"
Oh god. Jolyne and Foo Fighters mock the two of you so much because of your habits. Hermés and you often happen to fall asleep, your head on her shoulder and her head on yours, while you're sharing earphones and listen to your favourite music. Such things aren't really appreciated in the middle of the girls in your prison section, so Emporio allows you and your girlfriend to rest in his hidden room.
Hermés doesn't mind big crowds, but she can't say she enjoys them. She'd rather be in peace, or at least with a bunch of people she enjoys staying with, like you, Jolyne and Foo Fighters. The four of you are like a squad, and perfectly know that they have to keep you away from big crowds. Your girlfriend usually take care of it, but if she's not around, Jojo and F.F. do it for her.
Even without you asking for it, if you can't avoid the crowd, Costello will grab your hand, to make sure you don't get lost or panic because of all the people, and pull you through the confusion of the noisy voices, to a place where the two - or four, depends on whether your friends are there too - of you can spend some quality time without having to worry about protecting you from crowds.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jojo matchup#jojo headcanons#jojo part six#stone ocean#narciso anasui#anasui x reader#hermes costello#hermes x reader
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I find myself increasingly concerned with the direction Legends Arceus is taking the relation between humans and Pokemens.
No, I'm not talking about the bit with Pokemans attacking the player directly when you don't have your own Pokeymans ready, that was going to happen eventually, but just... the Sinnoh myths had stories about humans and Pokemon being so close they were considered the same sort of being, there's marriages, what have you, coming from thousands of years back. But this game apparently taking place only some hundreds of years ago... and it's "before Pokemons and humans lived together uwu"? The fuck?
I feel like the games have been significantly moving away from humans and Pokemon being equals of a sort who both benefit from being together to Pokemons being some superior beings who humans benefit from but not vice versa and Pokemans are the superior creatures who humans should grovel in gratitude to and put up with all the shit from while never daring to burden them in any way. See gen 7, where living in haaaaarmony means having their lives and culture corralled by some asshole fairies because people can't be arsed to fight the ultra beasts, except the trainers who're forced to become kahunas fight the UBs themselves anyway (where they're forced to become fanatical enough about fighting to become strong enough to do so, but they're not even expected to be strong to fight UBs it's to lead their community... don't try understanding it just eat fairy shit and get excited for more fairy shit I guess). Why not just have a culture of the trainers who want to be strongest, or who have the greatest talent, being lauded as UB-fighters and becoming community leaders as well? Naw man, doing everything as the fairies want is haaaaarmony. Humans can't be strong enough with their Pokemon teams to fight the UBs, but have to be strong for other reasons ordained by The System, but then the ordained stronk humans have to fight the UBs anyway. But the fairies help, I guess.
I fucking hate fairies man. Fucking elves of the Pokemon world. Smug sparkling fucks, fuck em
I keep forgetting about the ride Pokemon but it still feels like the humans are supposed to bow and scrape to earn the gift of basic movement services so I don't think it really counts
Gen 8 I don't know as well but it seems to go like this: Doggos are responsible for all good, their trainers or whatever their human companions are might as well not even exist. The postgame story is about those eeeeevil humans thinking they have some relevance to the doggos or something, eeevil I must say, so they have to do something evil to prove that.... um, something. Just some dumb shit that feels like a strawman argument against humans having any place in this world. Grovel to doggos.
Gen 6 was around the point where the weird cynicism started to creep into the franchise, mostly ORAS's weird abandoned ship segment, but it's pretty clear of this... aside from one random ace trainer or something late in XY who asks you, humans benefit from Pokemons, but how Pokemons benefit from huamn??? huh??? You're expecting an answer from him but he's just like, I bet you can't think of anything huh, hmmm??? Grovel, human.
You compare this to gen 5, and I'm not even talking about the Plasma plot (which was clearly bait on Plasma's part to get the public's sympathy anyway), but things like using Excadrill to dig out the mines. The 'drills were getting to do what they loved- dig- and being treated well by the humans in exchange for digging this spot in that way as directed. An equitable relationship that produced resources. This sort of thing existed as a counterpoint to N and Plasma's stated beliefs that humans were nothing but horrible for Pokemon and that they could never live together... Ironically what the later games are leaning towards, except that there is a way, and that's for humans to go fuck themselves. And again, Sinnoh's old myths, as well as any other myths that involve people and Pokemon together going back thousands of years.
I'd really thought the idea of this series was that Pokemon and humans were practically made for each other, that they were together from the very beginning. Raising Pokemon allows them to have a crafted moveset including TM and tutor moves, gain EVs, use held items aside from the few random ones they find in the wild... it's baked into the game itself completely incidentally. But no, I guess it's a Pokeyman's world and humans are just intruding on it somehow. What the fuck. Sigh.
I'm hoping that "Pokemans are so dangerouse man" line is just about the red-eyed frenzied Pokemon and that we aren't going into all Pokemons attacking humans and humans living forever at their mercy and deserving to scrape and grovel just to survive their onslaught.
By the way, my autistic retard fanfiction:
First off, when the wall breaks and the doggo statues are found that make everyone realise who the "real" heroes are (something we can THANK Bede for by the way, because if he hadn't destroyed a priceless cultural artifact Eternatus would have gone off unopposed... but no one ever acknowledges this, as Bede is shat on and disowned by Rose for following what Rose taught him and then forced to trune out by trunny granny. figures she's a fairy trainer, I fucking hate fairies)- the idea that the doggos alone are the "real" heroes is actually a misconception brought on by people/society's tendency to elevate Pokemon, similar to why people bought PLasma's bullshit back in Unova. So when Eternatus is starting its nukes, people are just waiting for the doggos to get going and beat it... but when Hop sees the doggo statues, his budding professor brain immediately sees the truth- both the doggos and their human trainers are needed to unlock the true power of the sword and shield items. This even makes some sense with the game mechanics, as Pokemon typically can't use items more complicated than a berry... so with Leon and co busy fighting the dynamax mons and knowing no one would listen to him, Hop turns to the only person he can ask- you, who saw the doggos in the foggos at the beginning with him, to go retrieve the items so the doggos can actually do their thing.
Also, Rose was radicalised and groomed by some crazy apocalypse cult, an ironic inversion of his supposed grooming of Bede (here he actually has a heartwarming father-son relationship of sorts with him). They pushed him to push the darkest day plan up like he did, convincing him there's a desperate energy situation but secretly just wanting the maximum apocalypse-ness out of a single action (while possibly believing themselves that there's an energy crisis but that the real solution is to destroy shit so less people and things use energy). So there's that. In the end he's taken to jail, but it's not some absurdly mundane ending where he just gets arrested for apocalypse crimes, rather he's being questioned for what he can tell them about the cult, on understanding that he was coerced into this, and that he can pay for his crimes by giving information on the cult itself. Bede relates this to you with some concern for his sort-of dad.
The Swordward and Shieldbert plot (I forget if that's their actual names but whatever) has the two bros asking you to aid in investigating the apoc cult while preparing to accept their destiny as the doggos' masters. You see, they've been raised for this, learning all about Pokemon companionship but having no actual close contact with Pokemon at all (to prevent any Pokemon from forming a bond with them closer than what they'd have with the doggo- your first Pokemon is special, after all). Book smart but street dumb, in other words. You know, as opposed to some inexplicable dumb shit because Mother 3 ruined an entire generation of game writers. They call on the doggos to battle the baddies and are disappointed they go to you and Hop instead of them, but ultimately accept it. Afterwards, Hop contacts Sonia with a request... soon he has the two brothers over to choose their very first Pokemon. Swordbro was going on about Swordog's nobility and Shieldbro about wanting to touch Shieldog's fluffy mane, so Hop has out a Yamper and a Wooloo, presented as a choice, but he knows exactly which one they'll each choose. This is another manifestation of his potential as a professor- not only doing the professor thing of handing out first Pokemon, but considering what Pokemon they'd work well with. Isn't that nice?
Also there's something in there about Bede's long lost identical twin who's also being used as a pawn by the apoco-cult but I'll explain that later
My idea for the origin of the Pokemon world as we know it- Arceus didn't create Pokemon, or the world itself, but it is responsible for the way the world is now. Once upon a time, when humans and Pokemon were one kind of being, there was too much strife and disagreement among the groups and nobody was learning their lesson, so Arceus got fed up and split the world into two types of beings that would have to get along in order to thrive. It instated the "rules" of Pokemon battles, that attacks have set damage ranges and types have well-defined interactions, that attacks in battles only deplete some abstract hit points level instead of causing the damage they "should" for what they are (this doesn't apply to wild-on-wild predation necessarily, so it's a privilege enjoyed by Pokemon being aided or advised by a human). Outsider beings- aliens, maybe ultra beasts, etc- are "converted" into Pokemon when they enter "Earth"'s airspace, which is why even beings from the furthest depths of space follow the rules and biology of earthbound species. These "rules" require Arceus' powers but don't rely on its constant action, so it can be captured and hang out with a trainer for a while, play by its own rules to see how things are going, without disrupting the system.
I'd never expected anything even vaguely like this to turn canon of course, because it's so specific and particular to the sort of ideas I tend to have, but... not like this man
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i've always found so interesting that phoenix not being in contact with friends in the 7yg is a thing in so many people's hcs/fics, bc even when i first played aa4 i just assumed the choice to not bring up old trilogy characters was just bc they wanted to focus on the new ones, and considering some writer comments about worrying that new games will spoil old ones (which like, wild when it prevents addressing plot points lol) + how quickly they addressed it in new games, does seem to be the case+
+ and like, as you said, considering the end of the trilogy and that some of aa4 events happen right after it, it does feel weird that he'd cut contact/they'd cut contact with him just like that haha
I only joined this fandom a couple of years ago so I wasn’t around in that six-year wait between AA4 and DD... but from what I’ve heard, it was preeeetty common for people to think Phoenix had cut off all contact, and also a lot of people assuming that AA4 was just the end of the series. So no statement on what anyone’s up to now, or if any of them have ever talked to Phoenix again at all, just... nothing. And I think that the apparent complete lack of mentioning a lot of the characters (like Miles, and Gumshoe, etc) led to a lot of people trying to come up with headcanons for why that would be the case, hence why if you’re willing to dig far enough into ao3 (or the older fanfiction . net, though I haven’t been there much because I’m on constant high alert about the lack of tags) you’ll see a lot of fics where Phoenix and Miles had a huge breakup/fight or Miles went to permanently live in ~Europe~ somewhere or something like that, or Phoenix in distress over disbarment forcibly cut everyone out. A lot can happen over seven years, and I guess that a bunch of people assumed all those friendships disintegrated over that time; it can happen, I guess, as upsetting as it is to think about.
(It’s also cool to read these fics to see how much of current fanon and/or fan interpretations of characters are influenced by the investigations+DD/SOJ games (since the fan patch of investigations 2 didn’t come out until 2014, from what I can see?) and it’s actually pretty neat. A Turnabout Toast is probably my favourite of the fics I’ve read from this era and some of the things it handles about post-AJ era are better than the actual games.)
I mean now we have DD which tells us that Phoenix+Miles were in contact over the gap and that Miles flew him over to help on cases sometimes, and it says that Trucy+Pearl were close so there must have been contact with the Feys, and it has letters from Maya implying regular contact, and SOJ with its few offhand lines saying Gumshoe’s alive at least... but none of that was really there before.
I’m pretty sure Takumi’s intent was just as you said and didn’t want to bog down the story with the older characters whose arcs were done, and the only reason Phoenix is even there is because he was told to bring him in somehow. (Who wants to bet that capcom exec was kicking themselves for that one after seeing people get so upset over disbarred Phoenix.) But then of course 56 went back on that by bringing back the old characters whose arcs were done anyways...
The thing about old games spoiling new ones seems to be pretty recent, actually, since the original trilogy had much more focus on older plot points + the second investigations game talking a lot about DL-6, but it actually did a pretty cool thing with this by talking about the old plot points without spoiling them. For instance, the second investigations game mentions DL-6 a lot and mentions MvK but never does the full connection of MvK being the one who killed Gregory, or that Miles thought he did, or a lot of those details that are the big twists in Turnabout Goodbyes. (It does make things weird sometimes, though.) ... And thinking back on it, I may be wrong, but I don’t even think JFA mentioned that MvK was the one who killed Gregory. Also all that with Morgan (you know she’s in jail but I don’t think they go into detail about why) and Mia’s death having a big part in T&T although the details of that case aren’t explored.
I think it’s a good approach since this way there’s still stuff to experience if you played the games out of order for whatever reason, but you can still build on old plot points and they’re actually addressed instead of each game feeling isolated in its own little universe with the same cast (cough cough 456.) That particular comment one of the writers made I think was specifically about Thalassa, and that’s a tricky thing to do, since Apollo and Trucy being siblings was one of the big twists of AA4, and there’s no way to kind of... smoothly integrate that without spoiling the game.
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long-ass floral drama ahead
after the roaring successes of my Anders DragonAge Did Nothing Wrong & How To Dungeons And Dragons Good presentations, the host of the original had a follow-up DTL night and u KNOW a bitch is incapable of not doing Way Too Much while simultaneously leaving everything to the last minute
so here u go, customers i interacted with while working at one of the local florists between 2017-2018, organized and ranked for ur entertainment
commentary added bc most the slides were just a visual component to a textual joke & i won’t make u all sit through a 10-minute video rendition, u got shit to do
every single older guy cheating on his partner follows exactly the same script, it’s like they were made in a lab
some did manage to break away from the mold tho, usually younger guys asking sheepishly if we had “i’m sorry” balloons (we did) or the following 2 honorable mentions for bringing innovations to the field of cheating on ur wife
imagine using a BIBLE VERSE to try and convince your girl she should take u back bc something something FORGIVENESS
the audacity
the second honorable mention is the very first customer complaint my manager handled after he was hired on back in like 2012, which was a guy whose girlfriend had looked at his credit card statement the day after Valentine’s Day and saw he’d sent 13 other one-dozen rose arrangements so he tried to convince her it must have been a credit card glitch & that he’d call and get it sorted out and my manager was like “lmao fuck no you’re not getting a refund, u made ur bed now lie in it asshole”
number 4 is the time a customer wanted an order wired to chicago for a loved one’s birthday and have it be sent to their job and i was like “oh how nice where do they work” and they were like “the leather museum” and me, internally, thinking “wow like cowboy stuff :)”
it was not cowboy stuff
number three i don’t even give a shit about censoring the name on bc if you know Vickie Fucking Fitzgerald in real life there’s no punishment u could enact upon me that would be greater than having to put up with Vickie Fucking Fitzgerald in real life
this slide is an example of a normal message someone might write on a card that comes in a floral arrangement, like 4-ish lines of text on a little plastic fork that says “happy birthday, love NAME 1 and NAME 2″ or “sorry for your loss, love THE LASTNAME FAMILY”
Vickie Fucking Fitzgerald does not know how cards on floral arrangements work
like damn bitch just send a letter at that point jesus christ
fun fact this was also a wire order so the other florist called us on the phone to be like “uhhhhh is this....correct” and we had to be like “yeah” and they went “ok, cool, just checking, uh, so we had to staple 4 different message cards together to fit all of it” and we were like “yeah bet u did lol”
vickie fucking fitzgerald was a million billion years old and if u saw her name pop up on the caller ID you learned to fear it bc it meant you’d be trapped on the phone for between 10 and 20 minutes listening to her entire life story in between trying to take a gd floral order
one time she wanted a funeral basket sent out of state to FUCKING ALASKA and we’re on the east coast of the united states so we were like “ok well there’s a 4 hour timezone difference and it’s 8am here so they’re not even open yet, we’ll have to wait til 12pm when they open up at 8 and then we can wire it for you so we’ll take down your order and call u back when it’s time to wire it”
yall wanna guess how many times this bitch called back to waste our time before 12pm
VICKIE YOU WENT ON FOR CUMULATIVE HOURS ABOUT HOW YOUR HUSBAND WAS DIVORCING YOU AND I’M BEGINNING TO SEE WHY HE MIGHT WANT TO
#2 is of course the dumb horny bullshit, bc it turns out if u order online and the quality control manager isn’t paying A Lot of attention u can slip all kinds of shit into ur card messages (just don’t do the entire fuckin Iliad like VFF up there)
this one gets put in horny jail because of the sheer AUDACITY of contacting someone who has either 1. been broken up with/divorced recently, or worse, 2. THEIR PARTNER FUCKING DIED, and THEN TRYING TO THROW YOUR HAT IN THE RING WITH THAT “I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL, CATCH ME ON THE REBOUND BABY ;)” HORSESHIT
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this one haunts me in the depths of night and will absolutely be the last thing i see when i close my eyes to slough off this mortal coil
this one yall get every single slide for bc the only reason it lives on in as much detail is due to me hopping on twitter immediately afterwards to preserve the memory while it was still fresh (the caller was not the ghost btw, she was a middle-aged acquaintance of the aforementioned Gay Nigerian Royalty Ghost)
shout out to every stock website i skimmed off for this presentation btw
we stan one gay ghost king (THIS JOKE WORKS ON MULTIPLE LEVELS)
WHY DID HE HAVE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS, YOU ASK
i cannot confirm literally any of this information please do not ask me to i was just paraphrasing what was told to me
here’s where we got into the really wild shit
if u ever worked retail u know this feeling
SO THE DELIVERY MANAGER COMES BACK IN THE DAY OF THE FUNERAL
and he’s like “so i walked in there to deliver the orders and the place was DECKED OUT in traditional fabrics, masks on the wall, everyone was dressed very traditionally, and i was like wow cool guess this guy was important” (he did not know about the International CIA Prosecutor stuff) and someone at the funeral home told him “oh yah we had to go all out bc the deceased’s family WERE A BRANCH OF THE NIGERIAN ROYAL FAMILY THAT HAD FLED TO THE UNITED STATES SOMETIME IN THE 80′S so obviously u can’t have a royal funeral and skimp on the decorations :)”
artist’s rendition
thank u for enjoying this little trip down memory lane also if u recognize urself or someone u know in any of these stories i blocked ur names out for a reason so don’t fuckin come at me ok
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Chapter 8
Buster woke the following morning feeling like hell. His nostrils were so stuffy he could barely breathe out of them, his nose was on fire, and his mouth still tasted like blood even though he’d brushed his teeth twice before bed. He stumbled to the bathroom to look at the damage. Two small purple bruises underscored his eyes and the bridge of his nose was swollen to twice its size. His appearance confirmed that canceling filming had been the right decision. He swallowed some aspirin, cleaned his teeth again, and took a shower, letting the steam open his clogged sinuses.
The aspirin barely touched the pain. He toweled off and pulled on a dressing gown, then poured himself a breakfast whiskey to go with the steak and eggs he ordered. Once he’d eaten, he called Nate. To his relief, he was patched over to her line; she hadn’t left for Sunday brunch at Dutch’s yet.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hi, how are you?” he said.
She told him that she was well.
He said, “I broke my nose in the game last night.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. How?”
He explained the eighth-inning fastball to the face. “But we won the game. 9 to 6.”
“Did you?” she said. “That’s too bad about your nose though. I’m sorry, darling.”
She sounded suitably sympathetic, but he craved more. He wanted the soothing, the I’ll-be-right-there, the kissing and canoodling.
“How are the boys?” he said.
“The usual,” she said. “Full of the devil.”
“Good,” he said. “I won’t be filming for a few days because of my nose. You should really consider bringing them up. They’d love the steamboats and I’d like you to see the set. They say the shopping is good in Yolo, too.”
“Oh Buster,” she said, her tone telling him the answer was already a big fat no. “You know I’d love to, but six hours on a train is too much for them, don’t you think? I know you’re disappointed, but we must think of what’s best for them. And wouldn’t they be in your way? I’d have to bring Connie to mind them, and I think four is getting to be a crowd. I don’t suppose your suite would hold another four, would it?”
“Nate, you don’t have to bring the governess. I think you’re perfectly capable of managing them for a few days, don’t you? We can get a second suite or even a third, if that’s what has you concerned.”
“I’m flattered by your faith in me,” she said with a little laugh, “but you’ve never traveled with three- and five-year-old boys! I know I’m letting you down, but it’s only another month, isn’t it? Five weeks tops? That’s really not so bad when you think of it.”
“Yeah, it’s not too bad,” he said, echoing her hollowly.
“I miss you dreadfully,” she assured him, before launching into a story about the picture Dutch was filming and the party she intended to throw with her sisters at the Villa next weekend. He listened with only half an ear. He wasn’t surprised about her answer to his proposal, but he still felt lousy.
Since Bobby had been born and Nate had booted him out of the bed, he’d accepted that his needs would have to be satisfied by other women. He knew that Nate hated him for it, even though he’d stuck to his original promise and been the soul of discretion. In spite of her rejection, he still desired her and wanted to win her back, but the most she would ever permit was necking and light petting. If he so much as thought about taking things further, she’d squirm out of his grasp. He just didn’t understand, even three years since he’d last made love to her, why he couldn’t have both a wife and the rights that other husbands were entitled to. He’d gone over it in his head a thousand times. Was he a bad lover? Was it her upbringing? Peg’s sermonizing? Her religion? Could she be a lesbian? He didn’t know and God forbid he even try to broach the topic. She’d give him such a withering look before she stalked out of the room that he felt like he ought to be thrown in jail on charges of sex depravity for even mentioning the idea.
Divorce was out of the question, naturally. There were relationships to preserve: the one with Joe for starters and those with his famous sisters-in-law. He didn’t trust that Nate wouldn’t try to keep the boys from him, either, if he tried to end it. He could just hear her saying to some attorney, ‘Well, he doesn’t see them much anyway.’ In the meantime, all the saphead could do was to keep trying vainly to find that opening in his wife’s affections. Casting her as his leading lady hadn’t worked. Building her a little love-nest, then a great big love-nest, hadn’t worked. He’d recently decided that maybe a real honeymoon instead of the post-nuptial cross-country train trip that had masqueraded as one might work on her. He figured deep down it wouldn’t change her mind, but still he had his foolish hopes.
When Natalie was done prating, he told her he had to get ready for lunch with Joe and said his goodbyes. There wasn’t any such lunch, but he no longer wanted to talk.
He ended up spending the afternoon at the new zoo, disguised by a fake moustache, a tweed cap, and jumper vest that constricted him in heat on what was already a sweltering day. It worked, though. No one looked twice at him. The zoo was a disappointment. To begin with, it was extraordinarily tiny, but more importantly most of the animals featured—deer, wild turkey, raccoons—could be seen if you just sat in a Muskegon tree long enough. The most exotic offering consisted of some listless-looking monkeys in cages. A pack of adolescent boys thumped on their wire enclosures and screeched at them to perform. “Pick on someone your own size!” he yelled at them, and they scattered. The monkeys blinked back at him, not seeming to care one way or the other.
He did have dinner with Joe that night at the Italian Restaurant in the Julius Hotel. As Buster tucked into his truffle tagliatelle, Joe dropped the bomb.
“We can’t have the flood sequence.”
Buster laughed. “It sounded like you just said ‘We can’t have the flood sequence,’ Joe, but I don’t think I heard you right,” he said, and took a bite of tagliatelle. “Good one, though.”
“I’m not kidding. Think about how it’ll look. You’ve got a river that’s supposed to be the Mississippi—”
“Sacrasippi,” Buster said, lifting his eyebrows.
“Cut it out,” said Joe, frowning. “I’m trying to be serious. You’ve got a river that’s supposed to be the Mississippi and it’s supposed to flood. Well, you know as well as I do that hundreds of people just lost their lives in the Mississippi floods.”
“Since when do you care?” said Buster. If there was one thing he’d always liked about Joe, it was that he let him alone and let him make the pictures his own way. Something about this smelled fishy.
“It’s in poor taste. It’s not going to get laughs, it’s just going to bring bad publicity. I don’t want it to flop. There’s too much money in it.”
Buster set down his fork. Two words had stuck out: publicity and money. “This is Harry, isn’t it?” he said, narrowing his eyes.
Joe gave a slight wave of his hand, dismissing the comment. “Now don’t go blaming Harry. I happen to agree with him. It would be a risky thing, and God knows what it would cost to pull it off anyway.”
“Well that god damn bean-counter,” said Buster, anger flaring. “We’ve already got everything set up for a flood! The entire god damn picture is about a flood. That’s the entire point!”
Joe looked at him with a firm expression. “I’ve made up my mind. We can’t do a flood.”
“Well, we may as well can the whole picture then,” Buster said. “All my best gags are built around the flood. I can’t just start from scratch.”
“Look,” said Joe, continuing to eat his own meal. “We’re talking about lost lives here. You can see that, can’t you?”
“Horseshit,” said Buster. “Remember Chaplin’s picture Shoulder Arms? The ink wasn’t even dry on the Armistice when he released that. I remember ‘cause it was the first thing I saw after I got back from France. Everyone loved it. No one was thinking about how many soldiers had just gotten their heads and legs blown off in the war, they just knew a funny picture when they saw one.” He clenched his left fist in his lap.
“Why not try another disaster?” Joe said.
“Like what?” he said. He stabbed at the pasta with his fork and took a bite without pleasure.
“I’m not the brains here.”
“What, like a cyclone? Joe, I bet you tornadoes and hurricanes kill more people each year than floods. Sure we wouldn’t get bad reviews and angry letters from folks whose families have been killed by tornadoes?”
Joe waved his hand again. “A cyclone sounds just fine. Anything that’s not a flood, you can do.”
It stunk to high heaven as far as Buster was concerned, but he knew Joe well enough to see when he’d made up his mind. He finished his tagliatelle in silence and didn’t even pretend he was willing to pick up the tab when Joe went to pay. He took a taxi back to the Senator and went to bed early, tossing between the sheets and stewing about his lost flood.
There were butter cookies in the brown paper sack making dark greasy spots on its sides. Nelly stood outside Buster’s dressing room, her heart racing with the memory of what had happened last time she’d stepped inside it. Before she lost her nerve, she tapped on the door.
“Come in!” called Buster.
She slipped through and closed the door. He was sitting at his table again, not in costume today but wearing dark slacks and a long-sleeved blue jacquard shirt with faint stripes.
“Hi, it’s Nelly,” she said, by way of greeting.
“I haven’t forgotten your name,” said Buster, one corner of his mouth quirking. “What do you have there?”
She stepped a few feet forward and extended the bag. “I made you cookies.”
He looked from the bag to her as he took it, surprised. “What did I do to deserve such an honor?”
“I heard you broke your nose,” she said. Indeed, she could see up close that his nose was swollen near the top and there were small faded bruises beneath his eyes, not noticeable unless you were next to him.
“So you baked me cookies.” He peeked inside.
“Yes. I wanted to thank you, too,” she said, feeling the full ridiculousness of her gesture. “For taking care of me last Friday night.”
“No one’s ever made me get-well cookies before, not even my own mother. I’d just get cod-liver oil, even for sprains.” He sounded pleased.
“How’s your nose?” she said, as he bit into a cookie.
“Hurts like the dickens,” he said, chewing. “I’m hoping the swelling will go down by Friday so I can start filming again.” He didn’t remark upon the cookie as he finished it, but she noticed he pulled another out of the bag. “We’re doing the night scenes soon.”
She was still a little fuzzy on Steamboat Bill’s plot, but this week’s filming had involved hundreds of local extras, and the grander of the two steamboats was piloted up and down the river, belching out huge plumes of black smoke. She’d taken a break to watch the spectacle. The crowd’s enthusiasm for the steamboat seemed real. The whole set certainly looked real thanks to all the props down by the riverside, the small boats, the large pennants reading KING, and the patriotic bunting draped on storefronts. Buster had been on hand near the cameras helping direct, but hadn’t noticed her in the throngs.
Buster went on. “I’ve got this publicity man who says I can’t have a flood because of the lives that were lost when the Mississippi flooded, so we’re changing everything up for a cyclone.”
She marveled a little that he was telling her anything about the production, but tried not to show it. “I wondered what those airplane propellers and big motors Bert had me order were for,” she said.
“These are good,” said Buster, pulling a third cookie from the bag. “Remind me to get hurt more often.”
“Or rescue foolish girls from themselves more often,” she said.
“It was nothing,” he said.
“It was something to me.”
He considered her as he started on the third cookie.
“Anyway, I already took lunch. I’ve got to get back to the shop,” she said.
“Okay,” he said.
She had her hand on the door when he spoke up again.
“Why that Shrew play, anyway? Why not Juliet?”
She turned back and looked at him, thoroughly confused. She had no idea how he knew about one of her dearest and closest ambitions.
He noticed her puzzlement and clarified. “You said your dream was to star in that Shrew play. Why? Why not Romeo and Juliet?”
“I don’t remember telling you that,” she said, feeling abashed
“Well, don’t get bent out of shape about it, I was just asking,” he said, a little defensively.
“No, I’m not bent out of shape, I’m surprised,” she said, as she faced him. “I don’t remember saying that. I’m afraid of what else I, uh, might have said that night.” She cringed to think of what else might have come out of her mouth. “I hope I didn’t beg you for a break or anything.”
He regarded her with a calm expression. “You didn’t. I’d still like to know, though.”
“Well, Kate has a mind of her own. She wants to control her own fate. Marriage isn’t for her,” she said, conscious of how clumsy her words were. “She’s fun to play. Romeo and Juliet is a little boring.”
In truth, it was Katherine’s spirit which she loved, the rebellion against her father and Petruchio, and hang the end of the play. In her experience, the audience never remembered the end of the play, only the beginning and middle where Katherine was at her most defiant and fiery.
Buster nodded, elbow on the table and finger sliding absently under his lip. The silence stretched on for long enough that Nelly said, “Anyway, I’ll see you around.”
“Thanks for the cookies,” Buster said.
Note: It’s easy when writing a fiction about Buster Keaton to cast Natalie Talmadge as a villain. I prefer to listen to Buster’s granddaughter Melissa Talmadge Cox who points out that the divorce is ancient history and that fans should get over it! Even though I’m writing a story that is obviously canon divergent, I always remember that Buster lived happily ever after with Eleanor Norris Keaton and considered himself to have had a lucky life with very few dark spots.
Why did Natalie put a end to her sex life with the gorgeous, winsome Buster Keaton? I think the likeliest explanation is that she just wasn’t attracted to him or simply didn’t like sex. I do think Buster really loved her too and wanted things to work out, which is why their marriage lasted as long as it did. I’ve tried to convey that with this story.
Also, I’m with Natalie. Trying to travel hours on a train with two young rambunctious boys sounds like a nightmare, even with a governess.
And yes, the Keaton governess was also named Connie, not to be confused with Constance “Connie” Talmadge, who was also frequently called Dutch.
Finally, with a lot of digging through newspapers I learned that the date Buster broke his nose was July 30th, 1927! So the first scene takes place on the 31st. The second occurs on Wednesday, August 3rd.
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