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Riley wanted to celebrate staying out past curfew last night. Sure, it was maybe embarrassing that an adult still had a pathological fear of disappointing his parents, but after all the turns his life had taken?

But Father Paul wasn’t at Mass yet.

Riley watched Bev Keane squirm and deliver her reminders and quell people’s concerns, a statue resolute in looking after her own reputation.

Riley stood, despite his parents’ protests, and made his way back to the cottage behind the church.

“Father Paul?” he knocked on the dark green door. “Father?” The door was locked. Riley paused and rummaged around in a nearby collection of rocks for the spare key that Monsignor Pruitt had told him about as an altar boy. He unlocked the door and stepped inside of the dim rectory.

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midnight dreary - riley & paul 🌕🩸

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the fx legion > pushing daisies > midnight mass > batman pipeline

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Riley tilted his head with a small, sad smile. “Didn’t forbid Mass, just taking Communion and really…doing much of anything. Felt awkward sitting there, listening and only participating, funnily enough, in spirit. So after that, I figured, hey— heart’s not in it, maybe I’ll just stay home.” He breathed the last bit out as a sigh of relief. His father had demanded he go for two weeks before relenting, and now, here they were: bitchily at an impasse, with Father Hill at his door.

The comment had him look quietly down at the exposed porch, something burning at the back of his throat. He didn’t need…somebody to listen to him whine and dump all his problems on them. No way.

And his stomach twisted at the mention of the sacrament.

“Yeah, hence the…AA. I got my, uh, 4 year chip.” He raised a fist in sarcastic celebration. “Pretty sure there’s no loophole for religious beliefs in my paperwork, so…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t they give kids grape juice instead of the heavy stuff? I could have that, if I’m allowed it, since I’m not…fully practicing…at the moment…” He couldn’t meet the priest’s gaze at this admission.

Riley smiled, the same flat smile Paul had just given him. He was on the same level as the town’s beloved. dementia-having old lady. Great…

“Yeah,” Riley mused, shutting the door behind Father Paul as a breeze from the water chased him in. “Is the living room better, or the dining room? I guess you need a table…” He started for the living room, a few armchairs, a coffee table, and a couch.

He paused, not wanting to sit directly next to the man if he could help it.

Not Just Doctors Making House Calls | Paul & Riley

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Shawn paused and changed course. “In that case, I think we need to…” He tries to survey her for information, but comes up rather dry (except for a few nervous habits that could mean anything), “introduce you to the team. I’m sure Beauty and the Beast over there will debrief you.” He exaggeratedly lifts the police tape for her to walk under.

"Ma'am, I know that my devilishly good looks are very hard to resist, but this is actually an area with restricted access and I do not want you getting yelled at by Robo Cop. So... Here, just behind this tape, other side..."

Rosemary looked at the man and raised an eyebrow. “But I'm the own of that store!” she exclaimed, motioning to the WitchKraft sign about the store.

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Riley shook his head with a quiet scoff. "Unbelievable... They probably don't even want this stuff..." He prods at the sacrament bottle to see it tilt... "How do you know what it's going to do? What if it's...slowly killing you? What if you--keep aging backwards until you don't exist, y'know? You literally don't know what you're doing!"

"You can't keep doin' this. People are gonna find out."

"Well, Riley Flynn... that is where faith comes in. I have faith that what I am doing doesn't need to be questioned or investigated. The parish trusts that I follow through God's example, and I do."

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Riley had figured he might as well have some infectious, deadly disease with how quickly his family had left the house this morning. Quick breakfast provided for him (last night's leftovers) and then they were taking a trip to the mainland to get Warren his driving permit.

And why shouldn't Riley come to that? Right.

Because he needed to attend Mass.

"I skipped out because I'm not supposed to participate," he said firmly, his shoulders shrugging with emphasis. "My father literally forbade me from taking Communion... So I don't know what...could have changed to make them want me there now. Enough to...bother you and bring you all the way over here."

A six minute walk was hardly way over here, but it was Crockett. Everything was a damn six minute walk from everything else, except maybe the Uppards... "Are you even allowed to do Mass outside the church? Ain't that..." He didn't utter the word sacrilege. He still didn't think that was a nice word to fling around, disbelief aside.

And still, against his better judgement or wishes, Riley found himself opening the front door to admit Father Paul.

Not Just Doctors Making House Calls | Paul & Riley

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Not Just Doctors Making House Calls | Paul & Riley

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"Your mind seems heavy with burden, I-I can see that stress in you. Has you all locked up and.." Paul trials off as he squeezes his hands together, body going ridged as if to match the energy he felt wafting off the other.

Paul offered a terse sigh, eyes scanning the other with mock worry. "Want to talk about it?" (To whoever might like Paul)

"Do I wanna talk about gettin' sent away to an island in the middle'a bum-fuck nowhere t'serve off my community service for doin' nothin' but stealiin' a book from a piece'a shit Archbishop? ...No, Father, I don't really wann' talk about it..." Roy huffed and glared down at the floor of the confessional.

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btw new muse..

riley flynn! he is private while i get his voice down but if ppl want him u can still ask and we can see how our muses could meet--! somehow--!

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*places a sweet meow meow here*

*picks him up and holds him up like Simba* Him!

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decided to make an aes post.

i look up.

2 hours have passed.

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i..am at home today!! i woke up with a headache and. i also need a break from the work stuff that made me. very angry yesterday. :) since it won’t be changing. so i must change instead!

i slept in longer than i wanted bc of new years funky alarms,,,, but now i will continue. midnight mass :)

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it is now sunday & some folks have liked this post (thank u!) but now i wonder if

i shan’t say

i can't wait till sunday tmrw so i can tell u my headcanon that basically bastardizes the sweet horse jockey from p.ushing da.isies :)

and it's my main verse for him usually! i love him sm!!!

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i can't wait till sunday tmrw so i can tell u my headcanon that basically bastardizes the sweet horse jockey from p.ushing da.isies :)

and it's my main verse for him usually! i love him sm!!!

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it’s Not sunday yet but Trent .Crimm is being SO loud that I will get up and make him icons if anybody is interested in this gay trans elder.. (as in, he’s older and he’s lgbt. but yes he’s also just old let the old man fu—)

(I’ll consider a like or a reply as interest.. if y’all want >:3)

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Just want to pop in here and wish you a Happy New Year! You've brought so much light and joy into the world this year! Reminder that you are loved and cared about and you mean so much to so many people just by being yourself. It's not what you create or do, just you as you are matter so much. Here's to an amazing new year!!!

Ahh ur so sweet darling! Thank you for stopping by when you can, I so appreciate seeing you seeing things I am near c: Happy New Year for you too!

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"Okay, I've seen a lot of weird shit in my time, but this is something else entirely. I mean, you're telling me that Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends was basically a documentary!" — Darcy to Cal

"Okay, see, everybody always says we'll be compared to 'Foster's Home' but then it never actually happens! We leant them the concept on the expectation that we would see royalties from the show after Production, but did we sign a legally binding contract with the studio? No! Have we seen a dime from 'Foster's', and did Manny come back to us like he said he would after becoming a big star? No! Am I obviously still sore about it? ....Also no!"

(icky google banner is weird... i made this image tumblr its ok you can delete that.......)