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loveinhawkins · 2 years ago

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Barely ten minutes into the hike from Skull Rock to Lover’s Lake, Dustin heaves a sigh like he’s the most long suffering person in the world to ever exist. Steve rolls his eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, what?”

“I’m bored.”

“God, you’re such a whiner. No, you—you’re like a little kid on a road trip, like, are we there yet?”

Behind them, Max and Lucas snort in almost perfect unison.

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees Eddie’s lips twitch into the faint semblance of a smile. It’s very quick, blink and you miss it, before he turns sombre again, looking down at the forest floor. Steve can’t blame the guy; he can’t imagine that he has all that much to smile about.

“I just meant,” Dustin says, “that we could use some entertainment.” He jerks his head meaningfully at Eddie—who thankfully still has his head down so he can’t witness this tremendous lack of subtlety—and mouths, You know, a distraction.

“And I’m the entertainment guy,” Steve says flatly.

“Well, we’ve gotta keep you around for some reason,” Lucas pipes up.

Steve turns around, walks backwards so he can point warningly at him. “Thin ice, Sinclair.”

But it’s all for show, and he keeps walking backwards, pretends to trip on a tree root and narrowly avoid a pratfall. Max actually giggles at that, which is a victory in and of itself, but Eddie’s looking down at his feet.

Hmm.

“If I wanted slapstick, I would’ve called Charlie Chaplin,” Dustin says.

“He’s dead,” Max points out.

Dustin quickly draws a hand over his neck, Cut it out. Which—yeah, that’s fair. Don’t want the conversation straying into stuff that’s too close to… everything.

“So you want education instead?” Steve says. “I think I can remember how to identify, like, some trees and shit from—”

“Forget Lover’s Lake,” Dustin says, “I’m walking you straight into a retirement home.”

Steve opens his mouth, ready to play up his outrage, and then he hears a very soft chuckle from the side. Eddie.

Steve catches Dustin’s eye, winks briefly in reassurance. Nice work.

“Oh, sorry, is that not entertaining enough for you?” Steve turns so he’s front facing again, kicking a few stray twigs as he thinks. “Uh… ooh, did I tell you about the affair? At work?”

“Someone’s having an affair at Family Video?” Lucas says, sounding disgusted.

Max cackles. “The scandal! At a family establishment, no less.”

Dustin points at her. “See, this is why you should play D&D!” he says, annoyingly sing-song. “You’ve got a flair for words.”

“How about I stick my flair right up your—”

“Uh, okay,” Eddie interrupts suddenly. “I need details.”

Aha, Steve thinks, smug. Got you.

“Fire away, Munson.”

“Did someone, like, confess to you while you were ringing them up?”

Steve scoffs. “No, it was—” He cups his mouth, calls, “Hey, Rob?”

Up ahead, Robin and Nancy turn.

“What?”

“The affair shift.”

“Oh!” Robin whacks Nancy on the arm in her enthusiasm. “This is such a good one. Okay, so am I gonna be her or—?”

“No!” Steve says. “You’ve gotta be me, you can’t do her voice right.”

“Ugh, fine, fine. Wait, I need to get into character.”

Robin makes a show of ruffling her hair, and Steve doesn’t even roll his eyes, can only grin as he hears Eddie cough a much stronger laugh into his elbow.

“Nance, count us in,” Robin says.

Nancy looks a mixture of surprised and amused. It only takes a moment of hesitance before she mimes holding a slate, mouths counting down. “Action!”

And they’re off.

It’s probably so stupid, Steve thinks, to be this loud right now, but he can’t bring himself to care—not when he can hear raucous laughter from all directions: Robin captures his flustered, wide-eyed look, while he dramatically re-enacts a woman storming into the store, demanding to see her husband’s account.

And he thinks Eddie actually laughs the loudest when he gets to the reveal: that said account was full of romantic movies the married couple had never seen together.

“Not one,” Steve echoes—and not to brag, but with this delivery? Juilliard, eat your heart out. “Not. One!”

The kids dissolve into more giggles; Robin fights to stay in character as Nancy jokingly calls, “And, scene!”

And Eddie throws back his head, and laughs and laughs.

Happiness is a good look on him, Steve thinks.

They all quieten eventually, but a lightness in mood still remains, as the kids huddle off together—“Hey, shitheads, not too far!” Steve says, far from the first time—and Eddie sidles up, fleetingly knocks their shoulders together.

“Steve Harrington. Who would’ve thought it, huh?”

“Thought what?”

Steve glances over at him, suddenly struck by the fact that the sun will go down soon; and he doesn’t really need to know what Mordor is to know that he’d rather not get there. That he’d rather freeze time, so they could all just walk in the woods forever.

Eddie shrugs. “You’re a good storyteller.” His eyes are soft, like that isn’t all that he’s saying. Like he’s saying Thank you.

Steve shrugs back. “I’m a man of many talents,” he says.

Eddie chuckles, and this time his smile doesn’t fade away.

Steve allows himself a moment or two to admire the scenery, and if that means looking less at the way the sun still shines through the gaps in the branches, and more the way that it illuminates Eddie’s lingering smile, well…

Well, so what?

Right now, we’re happy, Steve finds himself thinking.

They can stay in the Shire for a little while longer.

#oh missing scenes how i love you ❤️#steddie #steddie ficlet #pre steddie #steve and the party #steve and dustin #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #let steve be silly and have fun agenda <3 #steve and robin

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vetteltea · 1 year ago

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Sebastian Vettel and Baking Christmas Treats [no warnings]

Day 3 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

You have never been able to understand how your husband brings such a gentle wave of peace to a household, but you would never complain.

Complaining would be pointless, especially when the ability to keep such a peaceful home had gained you an extra hour in bed that morning. It would have been so simple to let sleep overtake you, bury your head into your husband’s pillow and drift back into slumber, but curiosity had taken the better of you.

For a start, there was music coming from downstairs, upbeat, festive songs floating through the open-plan kitchen and up the stairs. You could hear his voice, singing along to each song which came on, only seemingly more performative in his vocals as they continued. Without hesitation, you slipped on the dressing gown which he had lovingly left at the end of your bed, adjusting the blankets on the bed and slipping away from the bedroom.

“Sweetheart?” Your footsteps were clearly not as subtle as you had intended. It either must have been that or the fact that you had stepped on the one creaky stair; both of you kept reminding one another it needed fixing, though with the life you both lead, sometimes it was easier to place a job aside for another day. “Are you coming to join?”

Stepping into the kitchen, you were certain you felt your heart melt and rejoin in various patterns. Your husband stood at the counter, blonde curls which he had finally let you trim still as unruly as when you had first met. He’s wearing an old t-shirt, his pajama pants are clearly stained, though to you he is still the most handsome man in the universe. In one hand, he holds a baking tray, shortbread biscuits already baked and if your visual clues are correct, ready for decorating. In the other, a blinking, smiling one-year-old, her curls identical to her father, but blessed with your eyes.

“Good morning, Momma!” His voice raises an octave, gently bouncing your daughter in his grasp and placing down the baking tray, his free hand now motioning you over. Your routine settles in, pressing a soft kiss to your daughters forehead, another to Sebastian’s lips.

“Are we decorating, then?” You adjust the sleeves of your dressing gown, making sure that they won’t dip into the icing or sprinkles he had already bought out. It had become a tradition when you were first dating, long before the birth of your daughter or even moving in together; the first weekend of December was for making Christmas Cookies and watching movies. Whereas last year was some slapstick about a holiday romance, you were more than excited to flick back to an animation this year for the youngest member of the family.

The youngest member in question has already transfixed onto the bright colors of the icing and sprinkles, cooing loudly and attempting to reach her tiny hand to grasp at the decorations. Your husband has always been a firm believer in physical development, hence why he gently leant forward, letting her hands grab onto what he thought would be one of the cookies they had baked whilst you had been asleep.

It all happens too quickly for you to stop; one hand dips into the royal blue icing before lifting dramatically at the sensation, flinging her tiny paw away from the counter and into your husband’s face, his chin and lips now frosted in icing.

For a moment, you think you’re about to have a crying baby and an annoyed husband - but, this is Sebastian. More importantly, his daughter inherits so many of your traits, though one which he holds close to his heart; the ability to laugh and smile anything off. Immediately, your daughter falls into a bout of giggles, her father being painted bright blue clearly amusing.

And of course, you can’t disagree, laughing alongside the baby as you walk over to the drying rack, collecting some kitchen paper to wipe away the frosting.

“Thank you, my darling.” He shakes his head at the grinning baby, still in fits of giggles as you gently take her hand, wiping away the remaining icing, before turning the attention to your husband, gently cleaning his jaw and chin. When the icing only remains on his lips, you pull away, smirking.

“I think you missed-” He begins, before realizing your intentions, his own grin mirroring your own. Lips are finally back on his own, the feeling of kissing you always identical to the first time; how his heart had raced and was shocked to believe it was actually happening. You were kissing him.

He would have kept it up, completely forgotten the cookies for another hour, if he hadn’t felt a tiny hand on his cheek, a whine from his daughter. The moment he pulls away, her tiny face is pressed to yours, adamant that she now wants kisses from her mama. The two of you trade her off, letting her nuzzle into your chest and blink up at your face whilst keeping eye contact with her father.

“Traitor.” He mumbles. “My own girls are against me!” It’s said with nothing but the sincerest amount of love, really.

“Awah, she just wants to decorate cookies, don’t you?” Your attention presses to look at the baby, kissing the top of her forehead. Sebastian doesn't hesitate this time in stepping forward, his arm around your shoulder as you both step back towards the cookies, keeping traditions whilst adding a third member to the memories.

#Sebastian Vettel #SV5 #Sebastian Vettel x Reader #Sebastian Vettel Imagine #Sebastian Vettel One Shot #Sebastian Vettel x You #Reader Insert #F1 #Formula 1 #F1 x Reader #Sebastian Vettel Blurb #Sebastian Vettel x Y/N

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dozenssporks · 1 year ago

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this video was posted about two years and two months after the destruction of July

*filming from a distance the camera captures vash sitting in the crook of a saguaro cactus's arm, about twenty feet off the ground*

vash: now that I've got myself comfy here I'd like to say--hey, wait. I think if I stretch a little I can grab some fruit! Have you ever had saguaro fruit? 'Cause it's great and you can even make jam--

*vash stretches too far and falls off his perch down to the base of the cactus where he lays collapsed in the dust for awhile*

*the camera cuts, the scene is the same except vash is sitting closer to the camera, the cactus behind him*

vash, giggling and eating fruit: it's been so long since I made one of these videos I was wondering how to break the ice. I guess a pratfall is a good, in-character start. Worth it!

*video cuts to the same scene but filmed at a later time of day since the sun has started to set*

vash: interrupting myself to remind you to never climb a cactus it's a dumb thing to do and I'm only allowed to do it because I am professionally dumb. If that had gone wrong I wouldn't be able to sit down for, probably, the rest of my life. Anywa--

*the scene returns to the previous time of day*

vash: Here I am in Arizona. Or California. Um, or Mexico. I came here to visit this saguaro and kind of found my way by pigeon homing instincts, haha. The last time I was here it only had one arm but now it's got three, which is neat. Um.

*for a few moments vash taps his fingers together and glances around awkwardly. Finally he slumps forward, head in his hands, takes a deep breath, and sits up again*

Vash, with a big grin: I never intended to make any more videos, actually. Didn't feel right after stuff happened, y'know. Kind of awkward, right, considering? Um, but, it was pointed out to me that this might be a good way of letting people know what's up with me. Specific people, not all of you, sorry. But if you're watching, FBI, hi!

*another cut and the shadows have lengthened noticeably. Vash has spread a cloth out on the ground and has the disassembled pieces of his gun laid out and is cleaning them*

vash, putting on a fresh grin: sorry 'bout that, I got distracted. Got saguaro fruit on my gun and coat when I fell. It was a sticky situation.

*vash pauses for a beat*

vash: that was to give you time to laugh. I hope you took advantage of it. Chances are you just imagined kicking me in the shin, though. Um, haha, I don't have anything particular to say. Hello! I'm fine! Or, alive, at least. My dignity and my backside are badly bruised

*vash pauses*

vash: that was to give my absent cameraman or a certain short-tempered lady a chance to say I have no dignity, to which I reply: what's it to you?

*pause*

vash: you kicked me again, didn't you? What am I, your personal slapstick clown? Why, I oughta come over there and . . . haha, yeah, I oughta . . .

*clicking the last pieces of the gun together vash turns to look back at the sky which is turning pink and red. He continues to look at it as he speaks*

vash: Getting late, I should get ready to hit the hay.

*vash grabs the phone and his face comes into focus*

vash: oh, and, I'm gonna watch the sunset from the cactus. If you don't hear from me I'm probably stuck up there. And . . . it's not a promise, but . . . see you guys later.

*video ends*

(yeah this video is for Lina and her grandmother Sheryl)

#trigun #trigun on the run au #trigun modern au #a dozen sporks speaks #Of the original footage Vash took for this video he cut it down to mostly just the funny parts.#deleted the sad and guilty stuff that kind of came out in his rambling. it was turning into an apology and that's not what the video was fo #*referencing the wiki page on saguaro cacti as I write this*#also searching 'can you climb a cactus'#the answer is: 'only if you're a bobcat'#. . . he's going to be stuck up there with a bobcat for the entire night isn't he

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trashyswitch · 2 years ago

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An Unexpected Roommate

Chapter 23: Guilt, Pain, and Communication

Jamie and Chase have a lengthy argument about what they feel is best for Robbie. Some angry words are said, some pain is felt, and a decision is reached. With Robbie's location now known, the boys decide to try and bring Robbie home.

It has been forever since I uploaded! I did not know that I would go 2 months without uploading this chapter...so, I hope it's worth it. Also, there is a lot of angst, and hurt/comfort in this one. So...read at your own risk. And despite the tears, I hope you enjoy.

Jamie was laying in his bed, mentally preparing himself for Chase’s footsteps to show up at his doorway. He knew he was going to do it. He knew Chase was going to be angry with him because of multiple reasons. But the one thing he knew he would be mad about…was the fact that he failed to tell Chase he had found Robbie. Cause that’s what led to the domino effect of ‘mistakes’ he made yesterday morning. Finding Robbie’s dog, buying Robbie food, and worst of all, his decision to not take the boy home.

Jamie couldn’t even sleep a wink that night because of all the stress. That, and the physical pain coming from his lower throat. The use of his larynx was affecting his throat tremendously. It hurt really bad, and he knew he needed to give it a break. But giving it a break didn’t stop the soreness from setting in. It still set in, and at full force. He wanted to groan in pain. He wanted to rub it till it got better. He was even willing to put ice on his throat to see if it would help. But groaning would’ve made it worse. Rubbing it wouldn’t help anything, and putting ice on it wouldn’t do anything besides make his throat cold.

Jamie closed his eyes in an attempt to try and sleep. But trying to sleep with one ear open is really difficult. And trying to sleep while also under immense stress is even harder. So…It was practically laughable that Jamie was attempting to sleep at this point. But…The man was tired and growing restless. Part of him wanted Chase to arrive as soon as possible so he could get the conversation over with so he can be stress-free. But…the other part of him wanted Chase to not arrive at all. It was a mix of complicated emotions caused by his guilt mixed with his fight or flight response.

Guilt was a complicated thing for anyone. Guilt is usually a feeling people experience when they do something wrong or lie to someone. That’s what kids were taught because it helped them stop lying. But…Guilt happens regardless of whether his choice was out of good intention. People assume others lie because they don’t want to get caught. But some people lie because they don’t want to hurt the other person’s feelings. As much as telling the truth is encouraged, telling the truth can create its own level of guilt. People feel guilt from telling the truth all the time because of how the person will react to the truth of the situation. Because let’s face it: Only your parents will thank you for telling the truth. Everyone else 一even your parents一 will get equally as angry at your mistake whether you told them the truth the first time or were found to have lied to them.

That’s just how real life works.

Jamie opened his eyes as he heard footsteps in the hall outside his room. He let out a breath as he readied himself for the confrontation to start. He got up off his bed and walked up to his bedroom door. And as the footsteps got closer, the man created a rule for himself:

No speaking. Only signs.

Jamie opened the door the moment he heard the first two knocks.

Jamie widened his eyes as a hand with a piece of paper slapped against his own face. A cloud of white with little bits of black filled his vision as he heard the words “Read this.” come from Chase’s mouth.

Jamie grunted and removed the letter from his face. Any other time, this act would’ve made him laugh! It was slapstick humor, after all. But…this was not a laughing matter. So he couldn’t laugh, even if he wanted to. Jamie looked at the letter and focused his eyes on the words. Thanks to spending his whole life reading, the man was able to finish a page in under 5 minutes. The man flipped over the letter, and read the last little paragraph:

[I know this letter won’t help much. I know it’s very hard to be separated right now. I miss you all so much. I’m sorry for everything I said and did before I left. But I am not completely alone. I have Bacon with me to hold and cry into when I feel the most lonely. And when I didn’t have Bacon, I had Jamie. Mustache man had found me and gave me my dog back when I was missing it most. He also bought me food and a blanket to keep me warm and full. He understood how I felt even when I couldn’t understand my own feelings. I’m sorry, but I’m not ready to go home yet. But, we can all be thankful to Jamie for the help.

Love,

Robbie]

Jamie lowered the letter and looked at Chase.

“You found him…” Chase said.

Jamie silently gulped.

“And you DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Chase yelled suddenly.

Jamie nodded his head and put the letter down. ‘I only intended to give him his dog.’

“And then you proceeded to BUY HIM FOOD, AND BUY HIM A-A GODDAMN BLANKET?!” Chase yelled.

Jamie frowned slightly. ‘He wasn’t ready to go home.’

Chase blinked, before rubbing his nose. “Oh my god-” Chase stood up. “If a kid said they are NOT READY…to go to SCHOOL, would you let them stay home?!” Chase asked.

Jamie frowned more. ‘You wouldn’t?’

“NO!” Chase dropped his own arms beside himself. “YOU NEED TO TEACH THE KID EARLY ABOUT PUSHING THROUGH! AND DOING IT, EVEN WHEN THEY DON’T WANT TO!” Chase yelled.

Jamie crossed his arms, but let the man listen.

“And- And another question:” Chase walked closer to him and hit Jamie’s chest with the back of his own hand. “Why does the person in this house…with NO PRIOR PARENTING EXPERIENCE…get to decide where Robbie should be sleeping tonight?!” Chase asked.

‘You fail to understand.’ Jamie signed.

“Fail to understand what?! Tell me, oh WiSe PaReNt…What could I PoSsIbLy not be understanding?!” Chase asked.

Jamie silently huffed. ‘What you want and what I want are different.’ He signed.

Chase widened his eyes. “What I want is for him to be safe at home.” Chase told him. “But you…YOU…” Chase pointed to Jamie with a fist below his index finger. “You seriously want Robbie to be sleeping outside tonight?!” Chase asked.

Jamie shook his head. ‘No no no! That’s what Robbie signed to me! Robbie signed the words ‘What you want and what I want are different’. You want him to go home but Robbie wants something different.’ Jamie signed to him.

Chase narrowed his eyes, slightly hurt to hear that Robbie was the person who said that. “What does he want?” Chase asked. ‘To just…I think he wants to have time to think about how to best approach you.’ Jamie told him.

Chase scoffed. “So you’re saying I’m unapproachable?” Chase asked.

‘I prefer the word ‘unpredictable’.’ Jamie told him.

Chase shook his head. “Anybody would be unpredictable if your child was living out on the goddamn street.” Chase said.

Jamie closed his eyes for a moment. ‘The boy knows about rationing.’ Jamie told him.

Chase softened his expression upon seeing those letters get spelled by Jamie’s fingers. “He…he does?” Chase asked.

Jamie nodded his head. ‘And the boy told me roughly what day he had died on.’ Jamie signed. ‘I did some math, and…He died on March 22nd, 2018.’

Chase looked down, visibly saddened by this new information. “...Oh…” Was all Chase could get out.

Jamie walked up and sighed. ‘He was born in 2010…’ Jamie signed.

Chase looked up at Jamie as tears fell down his own face. Chase walked up and wrapped his arms around Jamie, hugging him tightly.

With his mouth close to the man’s ear, Jamie decided to say one more thing. But this time…it was through a soft whisper of his own voice. “Robbie will be turning 13 on June 21st.”

Chase widened his eyes and stared off into the room behind Jamie. “He…He will?”

Jamie nodded his head as tears filled his eyes. “He will be a teenager in 2 months.” Jamie whispered into his ear.

Chase looked down and started to breathe slowly, but rather heavily. He slowly started to hug himself as his breaths grew deeper and a bit faster. Finally, the man collapsed onto his knees and let out long, heartbroken sighs. He breathed in and let out more cries of pain, mixed with excessive exhaustion from having to worry constantly. When Jamie had wrapped his arms around the pain-stricken man, Chase completely fell into his arms. He shoved his face into Jamie’s shoulder and just let himself bawl. He couldn’t believe that the boy was going to be a teenager in 2 months. There was NO WAY! And the kid had been living with them for 4 months by now! Which only meant one thing:

Robbie had been a homeless orphan for more than 4 years. If that doesn’t make a grown man sad, then I don’t know what will.

Jamie was crying as well, but much more quietly…and his throat was hurting quite a bit. But it wasn’t because he was using his voice this time…it was actually due to his strong need to cry. Sometimes when he feels like he has to cry and he’s unintentionally holding it in, he gets this achy pain in his throat and chest. And it never really subsides until he finally lets it out. And as much as he wanted to let it out…he didn’t feel like it was the time or place for it. So…He just let himself cry silently.

Chase eventually let go of Jamie and looked at him. He was grunting and wiping his eyes, struggling to pull himself together. But Jamie shook his head and cupped Chase’s cheeks.

“If you still need to cry…” Jamie whispered before moving Chase’s bangs out of the way. “Then cry.” Jamie finished.

Chase looked at Jamie, his eyes welling up with more tears. “This is the most you’ve ever talked to me.” Chase said.

Jamie bit his lip and let out a breath. “I know…” He said out loud in his croaky, hoarse voice.

Chase widened his eyes and covered his mouth. “You’re…going to a speech pathologist?” Chase asked.

Jamie winced as he felt his throat. ‘Not yet.’ He signed, coughing a bit.

Chase looked at Jamie with newfound worry on his face. “Maybe we should be getting you a referral to a speech pathologist…” Chase told him. “Or at the very least, get Henrik to work with you on your voice.” Chase said. “Because as much as I love that you’re talking…” Chase trailed off slowly as he bit his lip, too afraid to say it.

Jamie shrugged his shoulders. ‘I know. My voice sounds weird.’ Jamie admitted.

Chase gave him a nervous look. “Well…That, and…” Chase cleared his throat. “It looks like you’re in a lot of pain despite only saying a couple words.” Chase told him. “Do you know how much of your voice was removed?” Chase asked.

Jamie sighed and offered Chase a hand. When Chase took it, Jamie walked Chase further into his bedroom. He opened up a closet door in his room, and looked at Chase. He sighed and picked it up, staring at it for only a minute.

“...What is it?” Chase asked, not fully able to see the thing Jamie was holding in his hands.

Jamie turned around and walked up, showing him the jar of water with something in it. Jamie turned the jar a bit to reveal a sticky note with a specific date written on it in cursive.

Chase tilted his head as he read the cursive. “August 25, 1916.” He read. He tilted his head slightly. “What…” Chase looked at Jamie, who was poking his own throat, touching the scar on his throat. Things began to click in Chase’s head as he widened his eyes and pointed at Jamie. “It’s…the day you lost your voice?” Chase asked.

Jamie nodded and put the jar down on his nearby dresser. Chase turned the jar back around and looked at the tiny thing that was floating in it. It looked…really gross, to be honest. It made Chase want to hurl on the spot. But…He could slightly understand what the thing was.

Chase turned to Jamie and held out his hand. “Can…Can I touch it?” Chase asked, pointing to the scar.

Jamie softened his expression and nodded his head, lifting his chin up slightly so Chase had better access. Chase took some time to feel the scar and the larynx. Or, what was left of it. Chase drew a finger over the scar, and felt slightly up to the cage-like cover of the larynx. It was strange, to say the least.

Chase then brought his other hand to his own throat, and felt the same area. He wanted to feel any differences between his normal larynx, and Jamie’s semi-removed larynx. “I…don’t feel much of a difference.” Chase admitted. “Well…despite the hole that’s right about here.” Chase added, gently poking the dip of the thyroid cartilage.

Jamie nodded and pointed to the jar. ‘The missing piece of the cartilage is in there.’ Jamie signed.

Chase nodded and looked closer at the piece of larynx. “How long have you had this jar?” Chase asked.

Jamie froze for a moment. He thought for a moment, and let in a shaky breath. He let out his shaky breath and covered his mouth, before looking at Chase. He closed his eyes and whispered his words to Chase. “Too long.”

Chase widened his eyes and gently brought Jamie into another comfortable hug. He rubbed Jamie’s back while holding the man close, letting Jamie cry if he needed to. Jamie let the tears fall down his own cheeks, as he hid his face within Chase’s upper chest. It felt good to be held and consoled…just feeling loved no matter how much you fucked up.

“Have you ever considered getting Henrik to look at your larynx, and determine what parts you specifically lost?” Chase asked.

Jamie opened his eyes and looked at Chase. ‘No.’ He signed. ‘I’m too scared to even touch the jar half the time…why I still kept it despite how disgusting it is, I still have no idea.’ Jamie admitted with a dry laugh.

Chase smiled and looked at the jar. “Maybe get Henrik to do a biopsy on it…then when he’s done, we can burn it, or throw it away, or something.” Chase offered.

Jamie wheezed and doubled over, laughing. ‘Knowing Henrik, he may want to keep it for medical curiosity.’ Jamie admitted.

Chase widened his eyes upon seeing Jamie sign that. “Wait wait…” Chase grabbed out his phone and typed [local medical museums] into the search bar. Looking at the search results, he couldn’t find anything that would suit Jamie’s ‘medical artifact’.

Jamie shrugged his shoulders and tapped Chase’s hand. ‘We can ask Henrik after he looks at it.’ Jamie told him.

Chase nodded and closed his phone. “For now, we should focus on where Robbie is.” Chase told him.

Jamie nodded. ‘I know where he is.’ Jamie signed to him. ‘He’s in the park we went to back in March.’ Jamie told him.

Chase widened his eyes. “He chose to live in the park?!” Chase asked with pure shock on his face.

Jamie nodded his head. ‘He’s been sleeping there for the last few days.’ Jamie admitted. ‘And he’s been begging for money on the street during the day.’ Jamie added.

Seeing those words signed by Jamie, almost made the man cry all over again. He hated the idea that Robbie was willingly laying in the street, begging for money. But…it also didn’t make sense. If Robbie has been where Jamie said he’s been, then now was it that Robbie was begging on the same main street that Chase and Shawn had been driving up and down on?! How did he miss the boy that easily!? He couldn’t understand it.

“Okay. I’m grabbing Shawn…and all three of us are going to pick up Robbie.” Chase told him.

Jamie let out a small sigh, before smiling a bit. ‘Okay.’ Jamie replied.

“And if the boy refuses to go home…” Chase started. “Then…I’m gonna do all I can to convince him to change his mind.” Chase added.

Jamie let out an exhale through his nose with a smile. Chase always was determined like that…Especially when it came to his family and friends. Jamie walked up with Chase to get Shawn. When Chase told him the news, Shawn practically jumped out of bed, threw on some pants and a shirt, and left his bedroom. The fact that Shawn would actually leap out of bed and skip a painting day to pick up Robbie, said a lot about him: That though Shawn struggled with social anxiety, the man always had his priorities straight…Chase and Robbie (especially Robbie) came before anything else. And it was admirable.

Though both Shawn and Jamie knew it was gonna be difficult to convince Robbie to come home, Jamie sensed that Chase knew what he was doing. He knew Robbie the best out of all of the boys in that household. Though, this fact could both help and hinder Chase in this circumstance. But they’ll just have to see.

Shawn hopped into the driver's seat, while Chase hopped into the passenger side of the car. And while Jamie sat in the back, Shawn adjusted the front view mirror down slightly so he could see and react to Jamie’s signs. Signing the word ‘ready’ from the driver's seat, Jamie looked at the front view mirror with a soft smile as he signed the word ‘thanks’ to Shawn. Shawn put the car into reverse, and turned himself around to look behind the seat.

Jamie gave a small smile to Shawn. ‘Do you know how to get to the park?’ Jamie signed.

Shawn nodded his head. “Yup. It’s that park near the main street.” Shawn replied. “But I will need help remembering which street to turn onto.” Shawn added.

Jamie nodded back. ‘Okay.’ He replied as he watched Shawn put the car into Drive, and start to drive down the road. Jamie had always appreciated the other boys’ contributions to make sure that the man felt included in their conversations. And all the boys had shown Jamie how they could contribute to making Jamie, as well as their own, lives a little bit more manageable.

But no one showed their contributions more often than Chase. Way back in the day, Jamie and Chase had actually taken their time to determine how to talk to each other while living together. Little things like having dimmable lights in the kitchen, asking for Jamie’s opinion as often as possible, and maintaining eye contact with Jamie while he signed, were crucial to help Jamie feel included.

Specifically for the car, they found that fixing the front view mirror so they could read his signs, helped dramatically with the communication gap. In fact, it worked so well that Jamie even admitted he felt better sitting in the back instead of the passenger side. When asked why, Jamie would usually say something along the lines of ‘Turning your head to the left when you’re talking to me, is only going to limit your field of vision as a driver. And lord knows that I don’t want you risking crashing the car just so you can talk to me’.

Overtime, Chase would pass on this extra information to the others as more and more friends met Jamie and moved into the house. Eventually, Chase would also pass these helpful tips and knowledge down to Shawn –who had already met Jamie a couple years prior– and who was also planning to move into the house. And even to this day, Shawn made sure to practice these little tricks often. Just like Chase, Shawn didn’t want Jamie feeling left out because of his ‘disability’. Neither did any of the others in the house.

Jamie kept an eye on the road as they drove down the main street. Jamie signed the name of the street they were looking for, into the mirror for Shawn to see.

“Okay. That’s just a couple more streets down, isn’t it?” Shawn asked.

Chase looked at Shawn. “Parker street? Yeah, it’s 2 more streets down.” Chase replied.

Jamie nodded his head as he lifted up his hand to count down the streets. When Shawn passed the next street, Jamie put his fingers down from 2, to 1. And when he moved closer to the next street, Jamie put his index finger down and pointed at the street to turn right.

When the coast was clear, Shawn turned right onto the road, and prepared himself to parallel park on the street in front of the park. And there, behind a tree, was a figure covered in a big blue blanket while a familiar backpack hung on a branch above him…

#an unexpected roommate #chapter 23 #angst with a hopeful ending #angst and hurt/comfort #developing friendships #orphan child #seek the truth #i'm so sorry

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Custom Toonami Block Week 203 Rundown

Code Geass: Rozé of the Recapture: The operation against the Damocles begins as Empress Sakura confirms she’s just a figurehead meant to push up her tits in the empress dress when Discount Zechs Merquise tells her “You don’t like us bombing civilians? Cool, I’mma go bomb some civilians, later.” People like to point out how silly all the blatant fanservice between the outfits and the bondage gear they keep female prisoners in is and it definitely is silly but I personally like to think it’s a part of Britannian culture to objectify them like that because with how racist they are would be sexist too really surprise you that much? Meanwhile there are two Knights supervising the mission, the big oaf in the sky on the Damoclese and the classy lady who may know Ash’s real identity on the ground. They manage to get through the Damocles’s shields using Rozé’s new Optimus Prime Wing Gundam flying machine and plant bombs around the four wings of the Damocles to throw off its trajectory. Two of them get wrecked while the new purple haired Ace girl manages to beat the oaf Knight with her new Spear thingy. They manage to stop the first Fleija thanks to Ash using the Anti-Fleija javelin and Rozé goes to help him reload. Meanwhile Oaf Knight is so busy firing nukes he forgets he has two other wings that have bombs on them and those get taken out. They’re still able to fire with half power but it takes a bit of time and the guy who Oaf Knight beat gets to be like that one A-wing pilot that took down the Super Star Destroyer and take out the third wing. So Oaf Knight has to ride out on an Eureka Seven board to manually hand-fire the second Fleija and Rozé and Ash get to do a cool Gurren Lagann combination thing and disarm it combining the jet speed of Rozé’s new thing with Ash’s general badassery, so the only one Oaf Knight kills with his bomb is himself. However just when everything is queting down, Creepy Doctor Knight pops up out of nowhere and fires the final Fleija at the cockpit of the Damocles, planning to do a Colony Drop on the ghetto instead, some of the Knightx wondering if this was the plan the whole time and like I certainly hope it wasn’t like this is a Plan C at best since firing regularly would’ve obviously been better. Like hell, they had a third Fleija they could’ve just shot that at the ghetto from Creepy Doctor Knight’s gun, like it doesn’t look as powerful as the original Fleija when they take out the cockpit so maybe they can’t output the full power and the objective seems to be avoiding the Damocles being captured but Oaf Knight seems pretty confident he’d be able to blow it up and they’re not holding any more Anti-Fleija javelins atm so idk what they’re doing aside from making a lot bigger mess but I get the feeling Discount Char is a ‘burn anything not immediately useful to me to the ground’ type so maybe it’s spite.

Ranma ½: The ice skating arc continues and I can’t believe one of the longest arcs of this show is about fucking ice skating. Luckily though it’s time for the big showdown and Ranma and Akane are ready to fight… sorta, like neither of them are good at skating and Ranma downright can barely stand up but they get a few good hits in and lots of slapstick couple bickering shit. Ranma is trying to keep Akane away from the dude the whole time because he’s genuinely jealous and his advances are just getting more and more blatant and creepy They get them in their super tornado move that basically tortures both opponents for holding onto each other but Ranma has a cool moment where he keeps hold of Akane even after he’s basically dead on his feet, even if he says it’s because Akane’s too stupid to leave alone. Now that Ranma’s basically knocked out, shenanigans ensue where they try to switch him out but Ryoga turns him into a girl and ends up accidentally switching Akane out instead and after a lot of bickering they decide to go with Girl!Ranma and Ryoga as the new team despite Ranma being the one being injured in the first place. They get them in the tornado thing again and Ryoga gets so frustrated he fractures the ice and turns it into a floating pool where he can’t get wet or else Akane will know she’s the pig that’s been in her bed and will think he’s a different kind of big, but Ranma rallies him to finish the match even though there’s like no ice left.

Arcane: Small flashback where we learn Cait won a sniper tournament against the lady that Vander had the deal with and she’s like a mentor and apparently the one good cop. Cait and Vi finally meet which is weird given we’re halfway through the season and this is the first time the core relationship have interact at all but whatever slow burn it’s fine. Cait realizes they don’t actually have anything on Vi and they’re treating her like shit anyway so she gets her released hoping to ingratiate herself with her and build a modicum of trust. Meanwhile Cop #2 that fucked shit up in the flashback is having a rough time of it having gotten his mentor killed and inheriting the title as unofficial Undercity Liason to the far less amicable Silco and is also under question since Jayce has now been a Counselor for two days and is already seeing all the corruption going on thanks to Cait’s snooping. Meanwhile Jayce’s boyfriend is hearing the call of the torment nexus and developing generative AI and Jinx is experimenting with their iphone 2.0 shit and blowing shit up with backstory shenanigans. Cait and Vi do their parkour cop shit and it’s pretty fun and Vi’s just kinda like “Hey babe first second I saw you I know you’d be perfect to go undercover as a sex worker for totally heterosexual reasons’ and this is treated like a totally normal thing to say. So Cait tries to be both a honey pot and a country bumpkin at the same time while Vi gets to get digging to go after Silco and find Jinx. Jayce gets told he has to play the corruption game and ends up making a lot of deals and fucking his college professor which would be the top inappropriate relationship in most other series but this show’s so fucked up it barely cracks the top five, also his boyfriend rejects heterosexuality and shoots his blood into the rubix cube of doom for the sake of progress. Jinx has a conversation with Silco at the Pool of Villain Origins and resolves to hack the Hexphone 2.0 better I guess. Meanwhile Vi fights the henchman from before but now she’s got a Venom-powered automail so Cait has to save her and Silco now knows Vi’s alive again which idk why they thought she died, they never found a body and Jinx never said she died like if she’d died Jinx wouldn’t be so mad at her so idk what he’s smoking.

Dandadan: The fight against the aliens continues and the group does get back together so this is the big ‘figure out the new dynamic’ fight now that Aira’s involved and she definitely has some more options with her Silky powers, being a more graceful and balanced combatant but not having the same kind of rapid finisher as Okarun’s abilities at top speed. Apparently the aliens ‘hired’ the shrimp and nessy to help them because they’re scared shitless of Momo as they can turn off spirit powers with their shinra tensei psychic powers but can’t do much to Momo. Eventually they knock out the shrimp and Nessy kills two of the aliens so the last one fuses with both Nessy and the shrimp to get them with a combo of shrimp punches and dinosaur lasers and this show really is weird isn’t it? Eventually Momo and Okarun do end up talking things out and he straightens things out saying he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks but since she’s his best friend in the world he wants her to have the truth and be able to tell him if something’s bothering her, it’s really a kind of romantic sidestep that isn’t a love confession but does reinforce Momo as the most important person to him. Momo eventually figures out she can ride Okarun like a surfboard and they do a team attack where Momo uses her hands to push the water and make air bubbles so she breaks the shrimp hands which can’t survive on land and makes a jetstream for Okarun to just slam right through. And then the three of them are naked and soaked on the school floor talking about hardness and riding each other when the school pops back. Like I know the gag is how ridiculously humiliating that would be but also how do they have any semblance of a normal social life after that, like not only would no one ever want to talk to them again public indecency is a crime so it’ll be real weird if the show ends with them in jail for having their bits out.

Gleipnir: The group continue their trek into the woods and have group shenanigans while also working their way around a turf war with the monster gangs putting up signs and shit. It’s not long into the fluff antics that they realize that the terrain in circumnavigating the turf was actually meant to lure people into a more narrow stretch and Mr. Speedy Centipede gets ahold of Jason Voorhees girl, but this has ‘showcase fight’ written all over it and it’s just an opportunity for Pretty Boy to show off his powers which are honestly a lot more boring than I thought for how they were hyping him up, he’s just… got super strength. Like yeah that’s pretty good for this power curve and puts him above the majority of people but for how much they were talking about using his powers I thought he’d have something else in the tank besides tattoos and punching. Either way the boss homeless man comes to avenge his fallen pervert bug and the stakes are ramped up because he’s like an invincible yeti thing and now they’re in deep shit.

Trigun: Vash stumbles into a town where every civilian is in on an organized hunt for his reward money to fix the plant that served as the lifeblood for the town. Being a generally amicable guy, Vash gets along pretty well with the townsfolk and manages to dip all of them without hurting anyone until he’s jumped in a bar and the local giant super powered science family are ready to take him out. Seeing him standing there with main character music playing, Meryl FINALLY puts the pieces together that Vash really is Vash by literally listing off his traits and remembering each time he’s actually done them. Vash steps in to save the hostages and even takes out the giant automail man for good measure and the town kinda calls off the hit on him given he just saved pretty much all of them from becoming mincemeat, sucks they won’t get money for their plant but they’re no WORSE off I guess. And Meryl tries to come to terms with the fact that they have their target right in front of them but can’t commit to it at the end of the day even if she knows it’s true.

Revolutionary Girl Utena: So it’s not TECHNICALLY a Nanami episode but the last time Mitsuru got the spotlight we ended with Touga boxing a kangaroo so I’d say still get ready for some of the stupidest shit you’ve ever seen. Now that two of the remaining three student council members have been attacked by the Black Rose, shit’s starting to be taken seriously and Nanami’s theoretically putting stuff into motion against their enemy. Meanwhile Mitsuru’s feeling more tension from his age gap with Nanami and just how she’s just kinda… like THAT, and childhood friend Mari is here to put some perspective on that and offer up a slightly less age inappropriate option but Mitsuru’s too focused on doing adult shit like having sideburns and acquiring a taste for freeform jazz that he treats her like shit. Also there’s a mild implication that Utena and Anthy have fucked but Utena doesn’t know what she’s talking about so either Anthy doesn’t know what she’s talking about or Utena has sex amnesia and I wouldn’t count either out in this series. Nanami of all people has to be Mitsuru’s voice of reason about accepting his age and who he is but it’s too late as he’s inducted as Black Rose and assaults Nanami in the theater. It’s telling that his interview is somewhat tincoherent in that he just seems angry and doesn’t have specifics about what he wants aside being closer to Nanami and ends up shouting about wanting to watch the world burn so you get the impression the poor boy’s hormones are hitting him hard now that he has more than one love interest. This is kinda followed up by him being super destructive in the duel, swinging before Utena even has her sword out and to be fair she gives him a better fight than the last two opponents and it lasts like two seconds longer. Either way he’s freed and kind of lives his life still stuck to Nanami but also being more mindful of his relationship with Mari too.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #code geass rozé of the recapture #Ranma 1/2 #Arcane #Dandadan #Gleipnir #Trigun #Revolutionary Girl Utena

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gloriabomfim · 1 year ago

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Creating 9 montages with actions and dialogue transcripts for "Bumpy in Happy Places with Bumpy's Slapsticks - Part 1" as you've requested:

Montage 1: The Amusement Park

[Scene: Bumpy is at a colorful amusement park, surrounded by joyful people and rides.]

Bumpy (excitedly): "Wow, an amusement park! This is gonna be fun!"

[As Bumpy walks toward a cotton candy stand, he slips on a spilled soda and crashes into a clown, who squirts him with water.]

Bumpy (drenched): "Ow! That hurt!"

Montage 2: The Birthday Party

[Scene: Bumpy is at a lively birthday party, balloons everywhere.]

Bumpy (holding a slice of cake): "Time for some cake!"

[Suddenly, a gust of wind blows the cake out of his hand, and it lands on his face.]

Bumpy (cake-covered): "Oh no!"

Montage 3: At the Beach

[Scene: Bumpy enjoys a sunny day at the beach.]

Bumpy (building a sandcastle): "Building sandcastles is relaxing!"

[As he finishes the sandcastle, a rogue wave washes it away, leaving Bumpy covered in sand.]

Bumpy (sand-covered): "Not again!"

Montage 4: Dance Party

[Scene: Bumpy joins a dance party with vibrant music.]

Bumpy (dancing): "I've got some moves!"

[He spins too fast, loses his balance, and crashes into the DJ's equipment, causing chaos.]

DJ (frustrated): "My gear!"

Montage 5: Picnic in the Park

[Scene: Bumpy has a picnic with friends.]

Bumpy (eating a sandwich): "Nothing beats a picnic!"

[A squirrel jumps onto his head, causing him to drop his sandwich into an ant hill.]

Bumpy (covered in ants): "Ouch! Why me?"

Montage 6: On a Roller Coaster

[Scene: Bumpy bravely gets on a roller coaster.]

Bumpy (nervous): "Here goes nothing!"

[As the roller coaster speeds down, Bumpy's hat flies off, and he gets hit by a passing seagull.]

Bumpy (disheveled): "What a ride…"

Montage 7: Water Park Splash Zone

[Scene: Bumpy stands near a water park splash zone.]

Bumpy (ready for water fun): "This looks refreshing!"

[A giant water bucket tips over and drenches him unexpectedly.]

Bumpy (soaked): "I thought I'd stay dry!"

Montage 8: Shopping for Ice Cream

[Scene: Bumpy heads to an ice cream parlor.]

Bumpy (excitedly): "Time for ice cream!"

[He reaches for a cone but accidentally knocks over an entire display of ice cream tubs.]

Bumpy (covered in ice cream): "Whoops!"

Montage 9: Carnival Games

[Scene: Bumpy tries his luck at carnival games.]

Bumpy (aiming at a target): "I'll win that prize!"

[His aim is terrible, and the ball bounces back, hitting him in the face.]

Bumpy (rubbing his nose): "Not my day…"

These montages showcase Bumpy's happy places and his knack for getting into slapstick accidents, adding humor and charm to his character.

Certainly! Here are montages 10-19 of "Bumpy in Happy Places with Bumpy's Slapsticks - Part 1," along with actions and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 10: Fun at the Carnival

[Scene: Bumpy is at a colorful carnival with rides and games.]

Bumpy (enthusiastic): "Carnivals are always a blast!"

[He tries to win a stuffed animal by throwing a ring but accidentally tosses it onto a passing roller coaster.]

Bumpy (disappointed): "Uh-oh… That wasn't the plan."

Montage 11: Outdoor Concert

[Scene: Bumpy attends an outdoor concert with a massive crowd.]

Bumpy (grooving to the music): "Music makes me happy!"

[He dances too enthusiastically and ends up tripping over a speaker cable, causing a temporary power outage.]

Bumpy (in the dark): "Oops! My bad!"

Montage 12: Beach Volleyball Game

[Scene: Bumpy joins a beach volleyball game.]

Bumpy (determined): "I'm ready to spike it!"

(He jumps up for a powerful spike but ends up hitting the ball right into a sandcastle, demolishing it.)

Bumpy (apologetic): "Sorry, sandcastle!"

Montage 13: Bumper Cars

[Scene: Bumpy gets in a bumper car at an amusement park.]

Bumpy (grinning): "Time for some bumper fun!"

(He drives backward into a wall, causing his bumper car to spin wildly out of control.)

Bumpy (dizzy): "Wheee! I think…"

Montage 14: Ice Skating Adventure

[Scene: Bumpy takes to the ice rink for some skating.]

Bumpy (wobbling on skates): "I've got this!"

(He loses his balance, sending him sliding into a snowman, knocking it over.)

Bumpy (covered in snow): "Snowman down!"

Montage 15: The Big Water Slide

[Scene: Bumpy climbs the stairs to a towering water slide.]

Bumpy (nervous but excited): "Here goes nothing!"

(As he goes down the slide, he accidentally somersaults off and lands in the pool with a big splash.)

Bumpy (soaked): "That was… different."

Montage 16: Fancy Restaurant

[Scene: Bumpy enjoys a meal at an upscale restaurant.]

Bumpy (savoring a bite): "Fine dining is an experience!"

(He accidentally knocks over his glass of wine, causing a commotion in the restaurant.)

Bumpy (embarrassed): "I swear it wasn't me!"

Montage 17: Boardwalk Games

[Scene: Bumpy plays games at a bustling boardwalk.]

Bumpy (determined): "Time to win some prizes!"

(While trying to toss a ring onto a bottle, he flings it too hard, and it lands on someone's head.)

Bumpy (apologetic): "Oops! Sorry about that!"

Montage 18: Roller Skating Fun

[Scene: Bumpy attempts roller skating at a rink.]

Bumpy (wobbling on skates): "Roller skating is a breeze!"

(He loses balance and crashes into a group of skaters, creating a roller derby-style chaos.)

Bumpy (in a pile of skaters): "I'm not a professional, clearly!"

Montage 19: Springtime Picnic

[Scene: Bumpy enjoys a picnic under cherry blossom trees.]

Bumpy (admiring the blossoms): "Nature is so beautiful!"

(A strong gust of wind blows, and he ends up tangled in cherry blossom branches.)

Bumpy (covered in blossoms): "Well, that's one way to enjoy spring!"

These montages continue to showcase Bumpy's happy-go-lucky nature and his knack for finding slapstick humor in everyday situations.

Certainly! Here are montages 20-30 of "Bumpy in Happy Places with Bumpy's Slapsticks - Part 1," along with actions and dialogue transcripts:

Montage 20: Hot Air Balloon Ride

[Scene: Bumpy is in a colorful hot air balloon.]

Bumpy (looking down): "The view from up here is amazing!"

(He accidentally releases the sandbags, causing the balloon to shoot up rapidly and then plummet.)

Bumpy (hanging on tight): "Whoa! Up and down, up and down!"

Montage 21: County Fair Games

[Scene: Bumpy tries his luck at various games at the county fair.]

Bumpy (confident): "I've got a winning streak!"

(He attempts to throw a dart at balloons but accidentally pops a giant balloon that carries him away.)

Bumpy (floating away): "I didn't sign up for this!"

Montage 22: Sailing Adventure

[Scene: Bumpy sets sail on a beautiful sailboat.]

Bumpy (enjoying the breeze): "Smooth sailing ahead!"

(He gets tangled in the ropes and accidentally releases the sail, causing the boat to spin wildly.)

Bumpy (holding on): "I didn't mean to make it exciting!"

Montage 23: Roller Coaster Mishap Again

[Scene: Bumpy rides the same roller coaster from Montage 6.]

Bumpy (braver this time): "Round two!"

(He somehow manages to get stuck upside down in the coaster loop.)

Bumpy (upside down): "Not again! Somebody help!"

Montage 24: Beach Frisbee Game

[Scene: Bumpy joins a frisbee game on the beach.]

Bumpy (throwing the frisbee): "I've got an arm like a pro!"

(He throws the frisbee too hard, and it lands in a crab's claw, provoking the crab.)

Bumpy (running from the crab): "I'll pass on that frisbee!"

Montage 25: Bumpy's Day at the Farm

[Scene: Bumpy visits a lively farm.]

Bumpy (petting a goat): "Animals are so cute!"

(The goat playfully but forcefully headbutts him into a pile of hay.)

Bumpy (covered in hay): "That's one friendly goat!"

Montage 26: Parkour Challenge

[Scene: Bumpy attempts a parkour course.]

Bumpy (energetic): "Parkour, here I come!"

(He misjudges a jump and ends up tangled in the obstacle course.)

Bumpy (hanging upside down): "This wasn't in the brochure!"

Montage 27: Cooking Class Chaos

[Scene: Bumpy attends a cooking class.]

Bumpy (trying to chop vegetables): "Cooking is an art!"

(He accidentally knocks over a pot of boiling water, creating a steamy mess.)

Bumpy (escaping steam): "Who needs vegetables anyway?"

Montage 28: Bungee Jumping Adventure

[Scene: Bumpy stands at the edge of a bungee jumping platform.]

Bumpy (nervous): "This is the ultimate thrill!"

(He jumps, but the bungee cord is too long, and he ends up bouncing into a tree.)

Bumpy (hanging from the tree): "Someone cut me down, please!"

Montage 29: Fireworks Spectacular

[Scene: Bumpy watches a fireworks show in awe.]

Bumpy (amazed): "Fireworks are so mesmerizing!"

(One of the fireworks misfires and zooms right toward him, causing him to run in circles.)

Bumpy (dodging fireworks): "Not the grand finale I expected!"

Montage 30: Roller Skating Disco Party

[Scene: Bumpy joins a disco-themed roller skating party.]

Bumpy (grooving on skates): "I was born for disco!"

(He attempts a fancy move but ends up spinning out of control, knocking down a disco ball.)

Bumpy (dizzy and covered in disco lights): "Disco disaster!"

These montages continue to highlight Bumpy's happy-go-lucky spirit and his talent for turning any happy situation into a slapstick adventure.

#Bumpy

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cecilcountyroofingpros · 2 years ago

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How to Pick the Best Roofer: A Hilariously Helpful Guide

Best Roofer in Cecil County

Roofing might not be the most entertaining topic in the world, but hey, it's kind of important. I mean, it keeps the rain off your head and the birds out of your attic. So, let's have some fun as we embark on this laugh-filled journey to find the best roofer!

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What makes a roofer the bee's knees? Experience, reputation, quality work, and communication. The best roofers are like superheroes, saving the day with references, a stellar reputation, and the ability to chat your ear off about shingles.

Roofing Materials: A Side-Splitting Comparison

Choosing the best roofing material is like picking a favorite flavor of ice cream. Each one has its own perks and quirks. Let's dive into the world of asphalt shingles, metal roofing, and slate, and discover which one tickles your fancy!

Asphalt Shingles

Asphalt shingles are like the vanilla ice cream of roofing. They're popular, affordable, and come in a variety of flavors—er, styles and colors. They can last up to 20-30 years, but they might need a little TLC from time to time.

Metal Roofing

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Slate

Slate roofing is the fancy gelato of the roofing world. It's luxurious, long-lasting (we're talking over 100 years!), and low-maintenance. But beware, that high-end experience comes with a premium price tag.

Roof Maintenance Tips: A Barrel of Laughs

Maintaining your roof is like brushing your teeth: you've got to do it regularly to keep things in tip-top shape. Clean your gutters, inspect for damage, and trim those pesky tree branches before they come crashing down on your humble abode.

Insurance Claims: Turning Frowns Upside Down

Dealing with insurance claims can feel like trying to solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded. Fear not! A fantastic roofer can guide you through the process like a trusty sidekick, making sure you get the coverage you deserve for your roof's battle scars.

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Want to be a superhero for the environment? Check out eco-friendly roofing options like solar panels, recycled materials, and green roofs with actual greenery. Captain Planet would be proud!

Seasonal Roofing Tips: A Comedy of Errors

Getting your roof ready for different seasons is like preparing for a slapstick comedy act. You've got to winterize your roof and deal with storm damage during hurricane season to keep the show running smoothly.

Frequently Asked Questions

What is the average cost of a new roof?

Howlong does it take to install a new roof?

How do I know if my roof needs repair or replacement?

What is the best roofing material for my climate?

How can I find a reputable roofer in my area?

1. The average cost of a new roof is like asking how much a bag of popcorn costs at the movies. It depends on the size, type of roofing material, and labor costs. Generally, the cost can range from $5,000 to $30,000 or more. Ouch!

2. Installing a new roof can take anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks, depending on factors like the size of your property, the type of roofing material, and whether Mother Nature feels like cooperating.

3. To figure out if your roof needs repair or replacement, look for missing or damaged shingles, leaks, and sagging. If it's starting to resemble a pirate ship, it's time to call in the professionals.

4. The best roofing material for your climate depends on factors like local weather patterns and how much you enjoy shoveling snow off your roof. A professional roofer can help you pick the best option for your needs.

5. To find a reputable roofer in your area, do some detective work. Ask for recommendations from friends and family, check online reviews like a social media stalker, and request quotes from multiple companies. Don't forget to verify the roofer's credentials and experience!

In conclusion, choosing the best roofer for your home or business doesn't have to be a snoozefest. With a few giggles and some expert advice, you can find the perfect roofer to protect your property and keep your head dry for years to come. Remember to consider factors like experience, reputation, and the type of roofing material, and consult a professional for the scoop on roof maintenance and eco-friendly options. Happy roofing!

#roofers nearby #best roofers #best roofing company

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lunacorva · 11 months ago

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I don't know if this poster still agrees with these statements, so I'm treating this less like a "debunk" or "argument" and more like a critical thinking excercise as a fan of Mephiles myself. Looking at what points I agree with, what points I contend. 1. I don't think this is really as severe as people say. Sonic never really interacted with Mephiles, so he wasn't acting stupid around Mephiles. Shadow, I don't think we can say acted stupid in his story. There isn't really anything to object to there. The one character people think of when they say this is Silver. Why does Silver trust Mephiles? And while I understand this, consider: A) Silver does not have acess to the same information we have. He doesn't get sinister close-ups and dramatic angles and creepy music cue-ing him into Mephiles being a villain. Mephiles doesn't even acti that sinister or villainy. He's polite, helpful, calm. Swap his model with Yami Yugi's, turn off the creepy music and he'd look like the wise mentor figure. At most, Mephiles looks... a little creepy. But, you know, don't judge a book by its cover and all. B) This kid (he's, what, 15) is DESPERATE. He's been trying to find a way to save his world for who knows how long and there's been nothing. No answer, so solution, not even a sign of hope. And then someone comes along and offers him a CHANCE, a possibility. Mephiles was offering ice cold water to a child dying of thirst. Is it REALLY surprising that Silver starts drinking? 2. This is something I agree with. The main thing is I don't think it was clear, and I don't think the writers were 100% clear themselves, what Mephiles actually NEEDED the Emeralds for. Something to remember is that Sonic 06 was effectively a first draft. The studio was on a ridiculous time crunch and forced to release it when they were not yet ready. This applies to both the story, AND the game. The writers were still at that early stage where they had some ideas forming ("Okay... He needs the Chaos Emeralds") but then the execs came, said: "Release it next week." So they had to scramble their notes together. "Uh.. um... he summons the Emeralds all together." That last part REEKS of someone hastily writing in an ending because the teacher asked them to turn in their work right then. Sonic 06 has POTENTIAL, but there is a lot of messy elements to it as well.

3. Two for three, and I agree. I don't know if this was the plan the writers had, or just a fan theory. But the Iblis plothole WAS something they should have had the time to figure out and put into the games story. In defense though, This is a fairly easiliy fixed plothole. I wouldn't say it breaks Mephiles as a character. 4. Consider this: Mephiles screwed around with roundabout plans BECAUSE he could have killed Sonic whenever he wanted. He had basically already won and had nothing to fear... so why not take his time? Why not savour the moment? Sure he could just kill Sonic immediately, but... where's the fun in that? Isn't it more satisfying to turn a desperate child into a murderer, then watch despair rip his heart apart as you tell him he just caused the very disaster he wanted to stop before you rip away from him everything he ever loved? 5. Mephiles goal was not to team up with Shadow, he wanted to HURT Shadow. Something that he did suceed on. He got to Shadow by making him question not on his future and his purpose, but even his trust in his own friends (Remember, that "slapstick moment with Omega" also had Mephiles reveal that Omega and Shadow turn on each other eventually). While Shadow ultimately chose the path of a hero, Mephiles words still caused him pain. 6. This one I disagree with on a matter of principle as opposed to plot. There ARE things to like about the... straightforwardness of this scene. In many ways, it feels like Mephiles no longer playing around. There's no heroic moment, no big dramatic fight, no monologue, just a knife to the back. It's sudden, brutal, shocking and ruthless. Now, that's not to say your preferred version of Sonic's death is bad. Nor is the game's good, they're simply... different. Two different and equally valid ways of doing such a scene. The biggest mistake I think we can make when judging fiction is to assume that there is only one valid way to write something. That leads to judging a fish by its ability to climb a tree. 7. There IS an implication that the Iblis released by Elise merely dying still has the "Seal of Grief" on it and can't be merged with. But again, see point three.

8. Again, I agree. This feels like the time-crunched writers thinking "Well, we need SOME way for the heroes to win." While I can think of a Watsonian answer, that would be my own headcanon, not something that was in the game itself. 9. This doesn't actually matter all that much. I can toss out theories and ideas all I want "Maybe he enjoys the solitude of nothningness and sees our existence like a rash upon time, maybe he's suicidal and wants to take out the world with him". But in this case, WHY he wants non-existence (And I'm not 100% sure that IS what he wants) is actually not as important as the fact that he wants it. As a famous movie once said. "Some men, just want to watch the world burn."

Everyone says Mephile's plan is stupid, but why?

Mephiles’ evil plan to rejoin with Iblis is as sturdy as a Jenga tower because:

His manipulations are only successful because the characters have been turned into idiots, regardless of their previously established intelligence. Meaning that the plot had to rely on everyone acting completely stupid in order for the villain’s plot to go anywhere other than nowhere.

Mephiles has the ability to warp all of the Chaos Emeralds to where he is as indicated by the Last Story. You would think someone who had such a ridiculously convenient ability would make immediate use of it.

There is nothing within the game itself that suggests that Mephiles couldn’t rejoin with Iblis whenever he wanted.

Mephiles had no reason whatsoever to waste time convincing Silver to go and kill Sonic when he could - and later on, did - do the deed himself. This is doubly annoying because up until the Last Story, there does seem to be an established concept of Mephiles being physically weak despite his powers (which would make sense since he’s the consciousness of Solaris, whereas Iblis is the raw power)… but then the Last Story comes along and ruins that idea entirely by having him whip out a giant laser that he never used at any point beforehand.

His side hobby of goading Shadow to his side is equally pointless and results in nothing other than reinforcing Shadow’s own beliefs (and also becoming a victim of slapstick comedy courtesy of Omega). And given his nonchalant attitude about the whole thing, indicating he wasn’t too bothered about his failure to sway Shadow, why did he bother spending so much time with Shadow in the first place then? Because… evil? Even Black Doom had more of a legitimate reason to focus hard on Shadow.

Mephiles’ grand, widely praised action of killing Sonic only succeeded because Sonic was randomly distracted by a light that Mephiles… just summoned I guess. It’s an insulting death for Sonic, and it’s an unimpressive way to kill a hero for Mephiles. If you had to kill Sonic, surely you would have him:1. Know anything about his murderer other than “I noticed he looked like Shadow. Except I didn’t, because that was Knuckles who noticed that.”2. Do the classic heroic routine of Mephiles aiming at Elise, only for Sonic to take the hit, as that would highlight not only Sonic’s noble side, but also Mephiles’ penchant for cunning.

Mephiles didn’t even need to get Sonic out of the way in the first place because if the reports of Elise’s death in Crisis City are anything to go by, her OWN death is enough to make Iblis get out of bed. So Mephiles could have went straight for her, and he would have gotten what he wanted a lot sooner.

When he finally does rejoin with Iblis and becomes Solaris, he makes the sound decision to toss the Chaos Emeralds over the time-space abyss like javelins when he could have kept them in his possession. This is one of the exact reasons for why Sonic’s friends were eventually able to revive Sonic and turn him super, which directly contributed to them rendering Mr. Hylian Shield a dead man.

His ultimate objective is to cause the end of all existence. Typical objective for mindless monsters, but why is Mephiles hoping for this? What is he expecting? Does he want to float on his own in nothingness for all eternity? Or would he also cease to exist? Either way, it’s a pretty stupid end goal for someone who is set up to be a master schemer.

Not only are his planning skills akin to a frat boy jumping into a pool of piranhas with a cheeky thumbs up, but he didn’t even need to utilise a large amount of planning to begin with, due to the aforementioned, various ways he could have rejoined with Iblis immediately. Remember: Your villain’s evil plan is not automatically more intelligent and impressive by how complex it is. That’s something a lot of people forget, including many of Mephiles’ own fans.

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hystericcl-blog · 6 years ago

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“ i ain’t doin’ crime . . . ” harley claims , hoping the cop’s hat she nicked would distract from the crimson sprays on her skin &. clothing. hey , sometimes you gotta get DIRTY to get . . . um. dirty ? she forgot where that was going. surely , it was harleen trying to justify the pain inflicted on the men.

“ this is the SECURITY CHECK. ”

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revup · 3 years ago

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˚・` 001 . ANS . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› AS FAR AS LAST WORDS GO IT’S A DOOZY !

˚・` 001 . INBOX . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› READY FOR SOME SLAPSTICK ?

˚・` 001 . CALL . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I’M BORED — PLAY WITH ME !

˚・` 001 . DASH GAMES. ─ ( ♡ ) ›› PUT THE FUN IN FUNERAL !

˚・` 001 . OOC . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› CLOWN SCHOOL GRADUATE .

˚・` 001 . PROMO . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I ALWAYS THOUGHT THERE WAS A SPARK BETWEEN US .

˚・` 001 . SP . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› ALL OF THIS FOR ME ? I’M TOUCHED !

˚・` 002 . IMAGE . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› THE INFAMOUS HARLEY QUINN !

˚・` 002 . AES . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› LIVE FAST — DIE CLOWN !

˚・` 002 . STUDY . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› A CERTIFIED NUTSO !

˚・` 002 . ATTIRE . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› AREN’T YOU GONNA SAY HOW I LOOK ?

˚・` 002 . MANNERISMS . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I KNOW HOW TO MAKE SOME SMILES .

˚・` 002 . HEADCANON . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I’M CRAZY BUT THAT’S JUST NUTS !

˚・` 002 . MUSIC . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I WANNA LISTEN TO THE RADIO!

˚・` 002 . SKILLSET . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I’VE GOT A FEW TRICKS UP MY SLEEVE !

˚・` 002 . DESIRES . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I GOT AN ITCH I THOUGHT YOU COULD HELP ME SCRATCH .

˚・` 002 . META . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I’M SICK OF OTHER PEOPLE TELLING ME WHAT I AM .

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revup-a · 3 years ago

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˚・` 001 . IC . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› A REGULAR HARLEQUINADE !

˚・` 001 . ANS . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› AS FAR AS LAST WORDS GO IT’S A DOOZY !

˚・` 001 . INBOX . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› READY FOR SOME SLAPSTICK ?

˚・` 001 . CALL . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I’M BORED — PLAY WITH ME !

˚・` 001 . DASH GAMES. ─ ( ♡ ) ›› PUT THE FUN IN FUNERAL !

˚・` 001 . OOC . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› CLOWN SCHOOL GRADUATE .

˚・` 001 . PROMO . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I ALWAYS THOUGHT THERE WAS A SPARK BETWEEN US .

˚・` 001 . SP . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› ALL OF THIS FOR ME ? I’M TOUCHED !

˚・` 002 . IMAGE . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› THE INFAMOUS HARLEY QUINN !

˚・` 002 . AES . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› LIVE FAST — DIE CLOWN !

˚・` 002 . STUDY . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› A CERTIFIED NUTSO !

˚・` 002 . ATTIRE . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› AREN’T YOU GONNA SAY HOW I LOOK ?

˚・` 002 . MANNERISMS . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I KNOW HOW TO MAKE SOME SMILES .

˚・` 002 . HEADCANON . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I’M CRAZY BUT THAT’S JUST NUTS !

˚・` 002 . MUSIC . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I WANNA LISTEN TO THE RADIO!

˚・` 002 . SKILLSET . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I’VE GOT A FEW TRICKS UP MY SLEEVE !

˚・` 002 . DESIRES . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I GOT AN ITCH I THOUGHT YOU COULD HELP ME SCRATCH .

˚・` 002 . META . ─ ( ♡ ) ›› I’M SICK OF OTHER PEOPLE TELLING ME WHAT I AM .

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masterwords · 3 years ago

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Punch Drunk

Summary: Roy's dementia makes him violent at times, and during a quiet night at home, his fist has a run in with Hotch's face. A trip to the ER and some very sweet, very soft things follow. Because Derek Morgan is the world's best boyfriend. (Jessica & Jack also feature! It's a family affair.)

Note: This is for Mimi's 1.5k Challenge, congratulations again @shmaptainhotchner! You deserve it. So I looked up what 14A ratings were and I hope I stayed within those boundaries. I went with Hurt/Comfort Prompt 4 - I'm at the hospital. It's in there, I promise. :) @alexxblake

Warnings: broken nose, concussion, blood, emergency room/hospital, hearing loss, sappy sappy sap

Words: 4.1k

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

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"You cheat!" Roy hollers with a smile and Jack fights back, replacing the game piece Roy moved without cause and says he's the cheater. Jessica is in the shower, she's just come home from a date and she's getting ready for bed before Aaron takes Jack home. They've had a nice evening filled with games and laughs, Aaron hovering around the edges of the room, eager not to disrupt their fun with his presence. He's only there to supervise, not to be involved, the only way Roy concedes to these evenings at all and it's only because he knows Jessica needs a social life. Aaron is reading a book quietly on the couch, something he's only vaguely interested in with a thin gray blanket thrown haphazardly over his legs. It's barely warm, his threadbare business socks hardly keeping his feet from freezing to blocks of ice beneath him. The change from autumn to winter is settling into his bones and he's gone over the same page three or four times now, the words dancing before his tired distracted eyes. His battery is low, he's ready to go home and go to bed, can't focus. The way Jack and Roy bicker over rules is amusing, he knows where Jess gets her spirit from, hears her in Roy's taunting. Roy is changing rules on purpose, pushing Jack's buttons, trying to get a rise out of him and he's got just enough of Haley in him to keep his cool. If it were Aaron, he'd be pulling out the rule book and reading from the beginning to prove a point that doesn't need to be proven. Roy knows, he's just having fun.

“Gotta go drain the lizard,” Roy announces in his gruff grandpa voice, slapping his thick hands against his knobby knees. He sucks a breath in deep, blows his cheeks up like a chipmunk and Jack giggles, he loves when Roy gets a little crass. He doesn't look back at his father, knows he's probably mortified by Roy's candor but he says nothing, wouldn't dare. This is Roy's home and he can do and say as he pleases.

It happens like something out of a slapstick comedy, the way Roy pulls himself to his feet and then without warning topples backward, gets stuck like an overturned beetle with arms and legs flailing in the air. The fall is soft, more like sitting down a little too quickly than a real fall. He began grunting like a pig as he tried to right himself. Jack and Aaron both fly to him, ask if he's alright, their panic not mirrored in his blank eyes. He hasn't fallen far, and Jessica's apartment is covered in plush beige carpet, he seems fine but they worry nonetheless. It's in their nature.

“I'm fine, move outta my way,” he grumbles, manages to sit himself upright. He's all belly but he manages around it anyway, rolls to his hands and knees in an effort to right himself. Aaron nudges Jack out of the way and crouches to lend a hand, to help Roy back to his feet.

“Let me help you up,” Aaron says so soft, only for Roy's ears, and he reaches out to steady the other man, to lift him up. His hand rests on Roy's shoulder briefly, muscles tense beneath flesh. He doesn't see the way Roy's demeanor shifts in time, doesn't see his meaty paw ball into a fist, doesn't see it until it lands square in the center of his face. He feels the deep crush of knuckles, hot rush of blood against his lips, tastes it before he can stop it hitting the pale carpet. Roy doesn't blink, just shoves at him again this time with open hands, forces him away and in Aaron's daze he stumbles backward and hits his head on the coffee table. Jack lets out a cry, calls for his dad who is blinking stupidly trying to right himself but now it's him that can't seem to figure it out. Can't get upright, his legs won't shift to the right place beneath him, his arms won't hold. Roy gets to his feet, used the couch to pull himself upright just like he knew he could and is lumbering toward the bathroom when Jessica comes flying out of her bedroom wrapped in a robe, towel still tight around her hair. The sight of blood startles her, she's not sure what she'd expected when she heard the commotion but it wasn't blood. She kneels on the floor beside him, hand finding its way to the back of his neck and she pulls him upright. He doesn't look at her right, he's seeing double and isn't sure which one is real. Thinks he could do a lot worse than two Jessicas in the world at least, it isn't so bad.

"'M ok..." he stammers, the lie tastes like blood in his mouth. There's still a certain amount of surprise blanketing the room, the dust hasn't settled on the reality of the situation. Jack stares like his dad will just pop back up like he always does, holds his breath when it doesn't happen. He stays down.

“What happened?” she asks Jack, but her eyes never leave Aaron. He's breathing funny through his broken nose, there's an awful wheezing sound and she pushes the sleeve of her robe up against it to stop the bleeding while Jack worries himself over the Rorschach test blotch of blood on the carpet.

“Grandpa hit him,” Jack says, spraying some chemical he found under the sink against the deep red stain. She wants to tell him not to worry about it but that's Aaron's son and he needs something to do with his hands, a way to funnel the anxiety he's feeling over a situation out of his control into something useful so she double checks the spray he chose and gives him the go ahead to use a towel to do his best. It won't work, she'll have to have it shampooed but it's something. Aaron is still bleeding, there's a deep angry gash behind his ear and his nose just won't stop. She knows he's on blood thinners, he's been on them since Foyet's attack years ago and she knows the rules – he has to go to the ER, there isn't another option. He'll tell you he's fine and he'll sop up the mess with an entire roll of paper towels just to prove it but she's not taken in so easily.

“Jack,” she says, now more or less just cradling Aaron's head in her arms, pressing her ruined robe against the wounds, one sleeve for each. “I'm going to get dressed and take your dad to the hospital, I need you to hold a towel over each of these spots while I change okay? I'll call Clare, have her come and stay with you and dad while I'm gone...”

“Is he...okay?” he asks in his sheepish voice, as if its silly to ask such a question. She nods without hesitation.

“Of course he is, I just think he might need a little help is all. Forget about the carpet and get two towels, please sweetheart.”

There are bruises creeping slowly beneath his eyes, deep jewel tones exaggerating the depth of confusion on his face. His eyes are closed against the pain he's trying his best not to show Jack, he's just sitting there letting Jack hold pressure on his head while he steadies the tremble in his hands against his thighs. She throws on a sweatshirt and leggings, it's an ER not a fashion show and slips into what she hopes are two of the same shoe – why she owned so many that were so damn similar was beyond her. When Clare arrives she quickly goes over the instructions but she doesn't need to, Clare knows Roy and she knows Jack, she's familiar with the shit show that Jessica calls her life and she can't help staring at the way Aaron looks so disoriented. She's known him since she was little, Jessica's lived here so long and he's always around in his suits looking so important and busy but now he just looks wrong sitting there dazed and silent. Jessica thanks her breathlessly and helps Aaron to his feet, wraps her arm around his waist and steadies his large frame against her as they hurry out the door before he bleeds to death from a broken nose in her apartment.

“I'm so sorry, Aaron,” she mutters, shoving his long legs into the front seat of her car and he mumbles something in response, muffled by the blood soaked rag against his face. He's pale, almost green in the eerie glow of the streetlamps. "I'm never going on a date again." He doesn't laugh but she knows he would if he could. She might mean it though, she might just decide that it's not worth the trouble.

His color doesn't improve beneath the harsh fluorescent lights of the emergency room but the bleeding in his nose has slowed, so long as he sits still, doesn't talk or move his face it stays that way. They push an ice pack in his direction and tell them to wait, he'll be pushed to the top of the list once there's an open room. Blood thinners are as good as a VIP pass in the ER, she knows the drill, they just have to be patient. He insists he's not dying, even if he can't breathe through his nose and even if he's dizzy every time he opens his eyes.

“Derek,” she says as quiet as she can while Aaron reclines in the seat beside her, ice packs held against his nose. She turns away from him, holds her phone to her ear. Her other arm rests behind his shoulders, still holding a rag to the cut behind his ear, she's afraid to look, afraid to pull it away. Her hand is falling asleep beneath the weight of him on her arm. “I'm at the hospital with Aaron.”

He's in his car before he even realizes what's happening. He remembers thinking he should be surprised by that sort of thing as he grabbed his car keys and rushed out the door, leaving Penelope and Clooney sitting in his living room, a bottle of wine barely open, glasses still breathing and untouched. He really should be surprised but he's not, and Penelope didn't seem to be either.

They really need to deal with this later.

He listens to Jessica rattle off the order of the evening as she recalls it, the way it went from good to bad and bad to worse, the way she left her sweet neighbor who should be studying for her finals in charge of an old man who had just had a violent outburst and a young boy who watched his father bleed out all over the carpet. He's trying to calm her down, trying to let her know he'll be there soon and she can go home to take care of things there, that he'll take care of Aaron.

"Go get some sleep," he says, waving her out of the hospital. "We'll come get Jack in the morning. As soon as he's cleaned up I'll send a picture, you can show the kiddo that he's okay..." It's as much for her as it is for Jack, though, Derek knows it. She'd never admit how much she needs it.

She hates leaving, but she knows she has to. The trouble Roy and Jack can get into while she's gone is all that tears her away from him.

“He really did a number on you,” Derek says, slipping in beside Aaron while Jessica makes her exit. They trade places effortlessly. Aaron lets his head fall to Derek's shoulder instinctively, too tired to hold it up any longer. He doesn't even try to play pretend with Derek, that's part of the appeal.

“Used to be a boxer,” he mumbles thick through the towel coated ice pack on his face. “Famous for his mean right hook.” He can barely breathe through his nose, voice sounds clogged like a child with a head cold. When they're called back, finally, he's barely awake and Derek insists on a wheelchair when he says he's too dizzy to stand.

They force him to stay awake and sit mostly upright, keep the room dark and the television off. Derek has confiscated his phone, just in case he thinks about pulling it out to pass the time. The place they put the stitches is itchy and tight, packed with gauze and he's acutely aware of the way it tickles the back of his ear. It's a focal point in his fog. Eyes blinking slowly, barely able to pull his lids open again and Derek leans over him, tries to nudge him awake. They'd just been sitting quietly, enjoying the simple proximity in the dark room - it isn't often they're afforded time to just exist together, and even if this moment is tainted by the smell of antiseptic and the hustle and bustle of feet outside of the room, it's a moment to be cherished.

“They don't want you to sleep yet...” he whispers, thumbs caressing Aaron's jaw as gentle as he can. He nods but doesn't open his eyes. Doesn't want to. Like a petulant child he refuses to do as he's told. His chest rises and falls slow, languid deep breaths. “Wait until those pretty pictures of your head come back, then you're free to go to dreamland baby.” He never calls Aaron pet names, it drags him out of sleep, the awkward surprise lifting his senses.

“Baby?” he groans, frowning.

Derek grins. “Thought that might work.”

His confusion gets worse as the night wears on, as the adrenaline wears off and real problems set in. Along with it comes aggression, it mirrors Roy's own. He doesn't like being told what to do, doesn't want to be awake any longer, doesn't want to swallow the pills until they threaten to hook up an IV and trap him there all night. He says things that don't make sense, part of it is that his hearing is coming and going painfully, an inconsistent issue in his every day life but knock him around a little and it becomes prominent. He's frustrated when his ears pop, when the ringing is so loud he can't hear what they're asking him and they assume he's just confused, write things on their little clipboards. Keep saying it should right itself and he's just fed up enough to sit silently until the pain is bad enough that it begins to seep through the cracks. Nothing can touch it, and they're not listening to him.

When he cries, it's unsettling and Derek presses the call button, pulls the nurses in from their station only to assure him once again that the scans all came back negative, crystal clear and he's just in a lot of pain and feeling overwhelmed. They don't know him well enough for it to worry them, they see it all the time. "Just a bit longer," they say, but it stretches out well into the night. He's not checking the right boxes, not yet. Derek takes a chance and throws a few signs his direction, wonders if the silent communication will help. Surprised when it does, when Aaron signs back his frustration and it starts furious and fast and eventually eases to a slow drawl - elated that Derek is there, that he understands, that he pays attention. Derek pulls them back into the room, explains the situation carefully, asks them to redo a few of their tests just for peace of mind - Aaron's afraid he's failed something he shouldn't have because he couldn't hear and they wouldn't look at him when they spoke. Mistaking his silence for dizzy confusion. While they go over a new endless stream of concussion protocols, taking notes, checking all of his motor functions again Derek slips down to the gift shop. He finds a black and gray hand-knit cap that would hide the bandage on his head, something he hasn't vocalized yet but Derek knows is coming as soon as he's regained enough clarity to consider it. He's not exactly vain, but he prefers to keep up appearances and this isn't going to help much but it'll do in a pinch. It'll cover the bandage and it'll keep him warm.

A sneeze nearly ends everything, shatters the tranquility of the room. There is blood and grumbling, pain rockets through his face up into his skull like a jackhammer and Derek leaps to his feet to try and stop the new wave of blood pouring from his nose where the cotton swabs had been moments before. They're long gone, projectiles launched somewhere toward the end of his bed by the force. They'd warned them it could happen, were adamant that they be called immediately if it did. It isn't as bad this time, not like the first time, they're able to get it stopped almost immediately and pump him full of quick relief. It takes only minutes before everything is cleaned up and the staff move on.

Aaron doesn't move on as fast, and Derek can't blink without seeing the spray of blood on a loop. He's not entirely sure he won't flinch at the sound of a sneeze forever now, it was that shocking. Aaron sits upright, hunched over on the bed with his head in his hands and Derek does what he can, rubs his back, stays close feeling helpless.

Another hour passes and he's crawling out of his skin trying to deal with Aaron and the ebb and flow of nursing staff. They don't mind if he sleeps now but just as he drifts off they wake him up and he's got a foul look on his face, the kind that says there's a storm raging in his head that's barely contained. He's gone grouchy and quiet as the medication wanes and his head throbs painfully. Derek flirts his way into the use of a wheelchair and says they'd like to walk the halls, he's not restrained, strapped to the bed by IVs or anything for once and he can't sit in that room another minute. Aaron wants to walk but they have to agree to the wheelchair or it's a no go and Derek is desperate to move, forces him into compliance.

The first thing he seeks out is a vending machine, and when it looks like they're all clear, no one else in the hallway, he helps Aaron to his feet and lets him choose his own treat, holds him steady on shaking legs. He's weak after losing so much blood and Derek is sure a little treat might be the trick to ending his bad attitude. It'll fix his own, at least, and one out of two isn't so bad. He hooks his hand around Aaron's waist, fingers finding their favorite place against the sharp angles of his hip bone and holds him steady while he pushes the buttons and pulls his little bag of dry chocolate chip cookies out with an almost childish eagerness. Derek gets a Three Musketeers bar, he doesn't like them but Aaron does and they both know he'll polish off the cookies and stare longingly at the candy bar until Derek gives in. Derek will take a bite and make a big deal of it, but he'll give it to Aaron anyway. Then he'll pull a secret Twix bar out of his pocket with a twinkle in his eye, that was the real treat all along. Aaron hates them, he hates the way the caramel sticks to his teeth but he's willing to beg for a bite too, just to irritate Derek.

Back in the room, Derek reads sports news to him. NFL and NBA trades, gossip, game odds, MLB headlines, playoff news Aaron doesn't care about until he groans and reminds him of the pounding headache he's been busy trying to downplay for hours now.

“That bad?” Derek asks, hand finding its way to Aaron's ear, slipping back through his hair delicately. He leans in close, whispers something lewd in his ear, grinning at the flush spreading from his collarbone to his jaw, the shy smile that follows.

“Derek...” he whispers, closing his eyes, filling his lungs. “Seriously?”

“What?” he feigns innocence, still infuriatingly close. “Something about the gown and those little socks...those cute lil grippies...” he makes a purring noise and Aaron squirms pitifully, turning away from the torture.

He tugs the hat down over Aaron's ears, tucks him into the front seat of his car with a blanket – they've given him some strong pain killers for the road and they always make him a little whiny. Tries to mitigate it where he can, the rest he tunes out. He's cold so Derek puts the heater on full blast, aims all the vents toward Aaron and cracks his own window just a little for the fresh air. Then its 90's R&B hits all the way home in spite of Aaron's protest. The headache persists even through the meds and as tired as he'd been in the hospital, he can't seem to sleep through it now.

"Bed time?" Derek asks, pulling into his driveway and Aaron blinks at the house for a minute, considering the way the sky already turns a dusty yellow at the horizon. They're close to sunrise, close to losing the stars and he smiles. It's a little loopy, a little wrong but when he turns to Derek and whispers no, not yet, Derek pays attention. It's been a hard night but it hasn't been a bad one, and he doesn't want it to end just yet. As tired as he is, the crushing pain in his head is telling him loud and clear that there'll be no sleep, not yet. Maybe it's Derek's spontaneity rubbing off on him, maybe it's a desperate grab for a few more hours of distraction before he has to figure out how to be Hotch again with a broken face and a messy head. He's not there yet.

Drive, he says. (Please, he whispers immediately after and Derek laughs.)

Derek is exhausted, he's more than a little on edge and ready to fall into bed but when Aaron says to drive, he drives. He'll drive all night chasing the last of the stars, running from the sunrise. His yawns are legendary but the wind whipping him in the face keeps him awake, the silly things Aaron says beside him that don't quite make sense, intricate details lost in the haze of medication and concussion make it worthwhile. When the sun finally catches up to them, they stop at a diner for breakfast and coffee, take it to go and sit on the hood of the car watching her in all her glory as she showers them with brand new chilly golden rays. A roadside motel with hourly rates provides Derek with just enough sleep to make it back home in one piece while Aaron lies in bed next to him, wide awake but warm and happy. He's ready to see Jack, he's ready to be okay, to face Roy again as if it never happened.

Sometimes the open road is all you need to clear the fog.

"Where are you?" Jessica asks, voice thick with sleep. She's hovering over the coffee pot, waiting for it to finish gurgling and hissing, anticipating that first hot cup. Aaron is snoring through his swollen nose in the passenger seat, mouth hanging wide open, finally able to sleep through the noise in his skull while Derek gasses up the car for the drive home. He has a feeling he can roll the windows down and play his music as loud as he wants and it won't make any difference at all.

"West," he says, a little coy. "No idea. We just drove west." He could figure it out, one quick look at his GPS and he'd know but why ruin the mystery? It was half the fun.

"Is Aaron upset with my father?" she asks, more than a little concerned about how things are going to be when they return. Derek twists the gas cap back in place and jumps into his car.

"Nah, he's not even worried about it...dude must have been a helluva boxer."

"The best," she says warily, finally pouring her coffee. "Guess he's still got it." She sounds like she's going to cry and Derek can't have that. Won't have that.

"No worries, sis. His pretty face won't be winning him any modeling contracts for a while, but it's all good. Gives him character. Anyway, we're just gettin' ready to hit the road, should be back by lunch. Let Jack know it's him and me out on the court this afternoon, rematch from last week. I'm comin' for him."

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds #mortch #hotchgan #fanfiction #hotch whump #mimis 1.5k writing challenge #hurt hotch

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tots-insane-ee · 4 years ago

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I'm LIVING for these fluffy Animaniacs and reader headcanons. Just wondering, would you be able to write them comforting the reader when they're upset?

I'm glad you like them!! I still need to figure them out tho but I'm getting there. I had a lot of fun making this, please enjoy ᵔᴥᵔ

The Warners comforting the reader would include:

Reminder: This is completely platonic and just pure fluff. Reader is gender-neutral and not species specific

Wakko:

He would be a little bit oblivious about it at first but when he finally catches on he will not leave your side till you feel better

Will absolutely act more puppy-like. Just 100% more affectionate, more playful but also more protective

He’s just so worried about you ;-;

He will be a ball of positiveness and will come up with a bunch of plans to make you feel better

Since he’s not as good with words as Yakko or Dot, he tries his best to cheer you up with his own special ways

His plan is just purely about cheering you up, so anything can happen, really

Expect a lot of cuddles and hugs and reassuring hand holding

Would try to make you laugh by making silly faces, play music for you, do a lot of slapstick humor

Hell, he would might even write a song just for you-

Would give you little gifts he thinks you might like, let it be food, small trinkets or random things you might have only mentioned once. He’ll get it for you

Surprise tickle attacks!!

Asks Yakko what to and what not to do, he just doesn’t want to make it worse

If somehow none of his schemes succeeded at making you smile, he would just try to console you in a more serious manner as a last attempt

“I’m not really good with this stuff, but if you want to talk about it, I will gladly listen!” he would say with a gentle smile on his face at the end of a day full of “cheering up Y/n” shenanigans. You two would sit on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder, listening silently and brushing your back reassuringly as you speak

If you cry, he will cry with you, holding you close

“I’m so sorry you have to go through this...” he would sniffle, trying to steady his voice and nuzzling you tenderly “But it’s gonna be okay… I’m sure of it, You can do it”

If you don’t want to talk about it, he understands that too. He will be more than happy just hanging out with you if it helps

You two eventually fall asleep, him nuzzling you and hoping that he managed to make you feel a little bit better at least.

When he noticed you look happier, he would be just so giddy and relieved, he will wag his tail and have a goofy smile on his face for the rest of the day

Dot:

Oh, she notices something’s up right away

She noticed by the way how your eyes and your body language is different than usual

Wants to know what or who made you upset and then destroy them

Her plan is to make you feel comfortable and to get you to tell her what had upset you

She will take this the most seriously and try to boost your confidence

She kind of tries to help you in a way Dr. Scratchansniff would, even asked him for advice

Also expect a lot of cuddles and hugs from her, these kids are just really affectionate and protective of the few people they hold dear other than each other

Speaking of protectiveness, if somebody even dares to look at you weird, she will glare holes into them

She would take you to different places, like a mall, an ice cream shop, a park or just wandering around in the downtown of Burbank

Will pamper you so much, if you want anything, she will get it for you at all cost

But if you don’t want to go anywhere, no worries! She is full of ideas

Slumber party time!! ....basically

She would have you settled down, and style your hair while helping you opening up (This in an actual method called “Barbershop Therapy”, heard it from Scratchy)

But she would understand if you don’t want to discuss it, even tho she thinks it would be the best for you if you would just get it off of your chest

“It’s okay, hun!” she would say, while playing with your hair and rubbing your shoulder gently. “Just take your time. When you feel ready, I will be all ears”

Once you eventually told everything, she will give you the best pep talk and give you reassurance

“Don’t worry, Y/n. It’s going to be alright! And hey!” she would smile gleefully and give you a meaningful wink “If you need anything, we will be always there to help”

If you cry, she will try so hard not to but fails, engulfing you with a big hug

Once you feel better, she would let out a sigh of relief and feel her heart swell. She is just so glad she could help you

Yakko:

He immediately notices that something isn’t right, but just isn’t sure what might that be

Something about the way you smile or laugh isn’t the same, he can obviously tell

Once he realizes that you are upset, his big brother instinct kicks in

Will not out-right show it, but he’s really worried about you, especially when you don’t really want talk about it

But he also understands how difficult it must be talking about your troubles *cough* personal experience *cough* so he won’t force you to confront your problems like this

Instead he focuses on distracting you and complimenting you, making you forget about whatever made you feel distressed

Expect a lot of jokes and puns, comforting touches and a lot of compliment showers

He’s really good with words after all, he will be creative

His main priority is making you smile at all cost

Won’t leave your side and would be so protective of you

Will take you along to the movie lot to cause some shenanigans or take you out for a day full of fun activities, you name it all

But will gladly just hang out at home if that’s what you wish

Chilling while watching some movies, playing games together, cooking for you or just cuddling

As much as he doesn’t like silence, if that’s what you need right now, he will be happy to give you this comfort

“Hey, just relax” he would mutter softly, a fond smirk tugging at his lips “Things gonna be okay, and you are gonna be okay. I promise…”

But if you feel ready to open up, he will hold your hand and listen attentively

If you cry, he will pull you close and hold you, rubbing your back soothingly and whisper encouraging words. He will try not to cry, feels like he needs to be strong for your sake and giving you all the comfort there is

“I know it must though, but believe me when I say it’s gonna be fine” he would say, as he pulls away a little so he could wipe away your tears “We always gonna be here for you, never forget that…” he would add, nuzzling your nose

He would feel really glad and thrilled after you calmed down and started smiling again

He really missed the sound of your laughter

Together:

Okay now, these kids gonna be really sweet to you individually, BUT when they are together the affection, the compliments and the cheering up gonna be off the charts

They just can’t bare to see you upset

They will be next to you for a long time, but will also give you space if that’s what you want, however they will still check on you frequently

You literally have 3 hyperactive guard dogs under you hands

Making you smile will become a semi-competition between them

“This will work, just watch” “No no no, Y/n loves puns more, just leave this to me” “Whoever makes them laugh first can decide what we gonna have for lunch for a week” “Deal!!”

Cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile cuddle pile-

They will take you to out to theme parks, to the cinema, even to the beach or just to have a stroll around the movie lot

Slumber party at the water tower which means movie and gaming night!!

When you try to thank them, they will tackle you into a hug and just smile

“What are you talking about, Y/n?” asked Wakko, chuckling “There’s nothing to thank, you dummy” Dot added, booping your nose “We know you would do the same for us, that’s what friends are for.” Yakko said, ruffling your hair “And also…”

“We love youuuuuuu” they declared in unison

#animaniacs #animaniacs 2020 #yakko warner #dot warner #wakko warner #animaniacs and reader #animaniacs headcanons #headcanons #ask #don't mind me #i'm just projecting #like for real i wish i could have a hug from them #;-;#i just love them so much

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bangtanstorytimetheater · 4 years ago

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Virtuoso - A MYG Story

CHAPTER ONE

ONE

"We've decided to transfer you to the Chattanooga store."

My manager's words felt like a bad breakup. I felt my heart sink in my chest. This transfer, though unexpected and utterly terrifying, was going to be a huge leap in my career.

The music company I worked for was a small, but very well-respected chain in the tri-state area. I was proud to hold a position there, hosting field trips for elementary-aged children, and helping students demo instruments to find the perfect one. It was a rewarding job that I looked forward to every day, and I was eternally grateful for the opportunity. This transfer would have me leading the new field trip program that the company was getting ready to roll out at the other store.

I had worked at Bangtan Band Box, or BB's as the locals called it, for nearly four years. It was a great place to work, and I had watched business really take off over the time I'd been there. Thanks to a recent year-long renovation project at the store, all of the studios were now equipped with gorgeous new digital pianos and state-of-the-art soundproof walls. Everyone was thrilled with the way it turned out. We even had a grand re-opening block party. Of course, without fail, there was always at least one person who still had a complaint about something.

"The sound on these things just isn't the same. The keys don't feel right. It's not a piano..."

Ninety-two year old Jane Young was the sweetest little lady I had ever met. She was probably the only person at this store whose complaints didn't annoy me. We had grown incredibly close over the past few years I'd worked there. She was a sort of relic, being the very first ever piano teacher to teach lessons at BB's original location. Mrs. Young was the childhood piano teacher of the company CEO, and he had insisted on bringing her onboard when he opened up shop over thirty years ago.

"Jane, I completely understand where you're coming from," I said, reaching out to place my hand over hers on the counter, "They really don't feel the same as acoustic pianos, but admittedly they are pretty nice. At least we'll save a few thousand dollars a year on tuning. And I suppose all we can do at this point is just make the best of it, right?" I smiled, hoping to pull her out of her funk. Jane had been through so much over the years, spending nearly every day of the past three decades in this place, and she was not keen on all the sudden changes.

"You really are wise beyond your years, Faye. I suppose I could at least appreciate the new carpet. That iced tea stain from three years ago will certainly not be missed." she chuckled.

There's the Jane I was hoping to see today, especially today. Should I tell her? No, not yet.

The Following Monday

"Faye! How've you been?" Jin flashed his familiar warm smile and casually held up a hand in a lazy wave. He was always so soft spoken, but still cracking quiet jokes that had you in stitches. He'd worked at the Chattanooga BB's for a few years and we'd known each other from district meetings. He was still fairly new to being an assistant manager, but seemed to be pretty comfortable in his position.

"A bit nervous about the sudden change, but I'm looking forward to working with you. Glad that you're here on my first day. Makes it a lot easier, that's for sure." I sighed. Despite years of auditions and stressful interviews in my music career, meeting new people was still sometimes a bit stressful for me.

DING!

This store had a very loud door chime, entirely different from the one at my previous store. It was jarring, making me jump. Jin let out a louder laugh than I had ever heard come from him. I suppose being in his own store, he probably felt more at-ease than when he was attending the stuffy district meetings. It was nice to hear him laugh so genuinely.

"Didn't you guys have a bell like that at your store?" he asked, setting down his keys next to the register and taking off his coat.

"Nope. And I startle easily, so this will take some getting used to I bet."

"Hey man!" I heard a booming, but cheerful-sounding voice from somewhere over my shoulder. I turned to see a beautiful man with warm, honey skin walking towards me, his dusty blue sweater and light blue jeans accentuating his perfect tan. He had just walked in through the front door and was sweeping his wind-blown golden brown hair out of his eyes. He had a guitar case slung over his shoulder, covered in happy stickers - rainbow flowers, smiley faces, Korean hearts, and the words HOPE WORLD in big, bubbled letters across the center of the case lid.

He must be a teacher here.

"Hope! Hey, this is our new transfer, Faye Jansen. She just moved here from the Woodland Hills store. Faye, this is Hope." Jin said as he motioned towards the statuesque man in blue who was now standing face to face with me at the counter. Hope flashed me a huge, toothy smile as he carefully dropped his guitar case to the floor next to him and extended his hand to shake mine.

"Pleasure to meet you, Faye. What a nice surprise!" he smiled and squeezed my hand gently, "You can call me Hobi."

Why do I feel a little flustered? Is it warm in here or...?

Nevermind.

"Y-yes. Thank you. The pleasure is all mine. It is wonderful to meet you, Hobi. What instrument do you teach?" I asked, trying to turn the attention away from myself. I had seen the guitar case, so he was obviously a guitar instructor, but I was too flustered to think straight. I wasn't normally shy around anyone, but he was strikingly handsome, in a way I had not seen in real life before, so I almost needed a moment to catch my breath.

He seemed to notice that I was feeling a little flustered, glanced down at the guitar case then back up at me and smiled, seeming a little amused.

"Guitar. I assume you play something as well?" he asked, his fingers fidgeting with the strap of the clear plastic messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

"I studied classical voice in college, but I also play oboe and piano. I did all the demos for the field trips at the Woodland Hills BB's." I was proud of what I did, but I wasn't trying to sound too proud. Musicians can take perceived cockiness to be a huge turn-off.

"Ah, wind instruments. I envy that. I could never get past my initial few trumpet lessons as a kid. I thought I was going to pop a blood vessel in my face!" he laughed, "So instead I break old peoples' hips."

"Oh yeah?" I laughed, "That sounds terrible. Care to elaborate on that?"

"A group of us here have a jazz ensemble. We play shows every Thursday and Saturday. The older folks love to get up and dance. Let's just say that sometimes they dance themselves right into needing a wheelchair the next day. Anyway, we get pretty decent paying gigs at The Yeontan Lounge, playing all the old jazz standards. You should join us sometime. We love having other artists step in. Speaking of, Jin will you be at practice tonight?" Hobi said, suddenly turning towards Jin.

"You're in the ensemble too, Jin? That's amazing. What do you play?" I asked, excited to hear more about the group, and especially excited to hear them play.

"Upright bass. You should sing with us tonight, Faye. I heard you sing karaoke at the company party a few years ago. You sounded great. Are you still performing these days?" Jin asked.

"I haven't performed in quite a few months, but I'm sure I can manage a casual jam session tonight. What song should I prepare for you?" I asked, my disciplined mind already scrambling to come up with the perfect piece for my vocal range.

"Why don't you sing At Last by Etta James? That's a classic. Can't go wrong there." Jin suggested, glancing over at Hope for approval.

Hobi stuck out his lower lip and nodded, raising his eyebrows. He seemed pleased at the song suggestion.

"Hearing a classical singer take on At Last is going to be something special, I bet. Looking forward to it," he said. "See you tonight."

"Likewise," I said, watching him walk towards the hall of studios.

DING!

There's that goddamn door chime again.

Startled at the sound, I clumsily dropped the pen I had been holding against my notebook, and it loudly clinked on the glass countertop.

As I reached to pick it up, embarrassed at my unintended slapstick routine, out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone walking in my direction from the front door.

I looked up, and it was as if time slowed to a crawl. My eyes met the gaze of a tall, slender man with shaggy black hair and smooth, porcelain skin, wearing a button-up denim jacket, skinny jeans, and converse - all black. He didn't stop walking, but our eyes locked until he was out of view.

Instantly, I felt this surge of electricity throughout my body, as if he physically touched me when he walked past me. It was strange... and exhilarating. His deep chocolate eyes had so much fire behind them, they burned straight into my soul.

I had to know his name.

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Thank you for reading the first chapter of my book! I'll be updating every Sunday at the very least, but hopefully more frequently than that.

Looking forward to your feedback and suggestions!

This first chapter is dedicated to the lovely 0o_pervy_noona_oO who started me on my Bangtan ff addiction, and inspired me to write my own.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi smut #jhope smut #sope smut #bangtan #au

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oksanasanna · 5 years ago

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Is 2x07 your favorite because of villaneve (ear)phone sex?

I could write a whole essay on why 2x07 appeals so much to me specifically

I know no one likes Aaron, but I love him. I relate to him a lot (minus the murder and the billion dollars). I’m obsessed with his speech about how he never gets lonely, has no desire for human interaction, and would rather observe people’s lives from afar. I’m the same way, and he’s the only other person real or fictional I’ve ever seen who also doesn’t experience loneliness.

Rome. I studied Latin and Classical Culture in college.

Villanelle gorging on pasta, my favorite food. It’s soo satisfying watching her absolutely stuff her face. I completely understand Aaron’s weird kink.

The bread hand touch.

Bread in general. I would also like to watch Villanelle eat bread and ice cream and chocolate and pasta. Those are the best food groups. Again, Aaron’s onto something.

Eve fixing her hair for Villanelle before going to give her the mic.

The atelier jacket is one of my fave Villanelle outfits.

I also enjoy the outfit Villanelle first wears when she gets to Rome. And the outfit she wears to the lunch date. Billie’s outfits are on point the whole episode, and I love that scene of Villanelle being amazed by all her new clothes in Rome.

I love Billie.

“I don’t like rich men.”

“I will not be needing the pill.”

“Ugh, get a room” and the way you can hear Villanelle’s wet smile after she says it.

The way Villanelle asks for the shepherd's pie recipe and then repeats all the ingredients to herself under her breath to memorize it.

“Always close the curtains. You never know what kind of pervert might be outside.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?” ‘Are you going to leave us alone now?” “Of course not. Why don’t you sit down.”

“The sexy maths teacher.”

Eve’s wide awake speech was Sandra’s best scene of the entire season. The way she doesn’t blink because she’s so focused on the convo and so ready to talk about Villanelle. The tears of intensity. “Are you in a relationship?” “Define relationship.” It’s so powerful.

The earpiece sex!!

The morning after softness!!

Just the fact that we got that (micro)phone sex was absolutely wild. That’s still the sexiest Villaneve have ever been, and that “good morning” and snuggle into the pillows rivals some of the best 3x08 softness. I can’t believe how blessed we were.

Edward Bluemel in his underwear. (I’m gay, but he’s my exception, don’t judge. It’s not straight if I say #NoHetero)

Hugo’s stupid smile and “hey” when he wakes up

Eve’s absolute disdain for Hugo’s entire existence when he says “hey”

“Thanks for the threesome”

Villanelle’s threesome in the beginning of the episode. That whole first scene is fabulous. The slapstick of the girls interrupting them one by one. Jealous Eve. “Thank you.” “For the sex? You’re welcome!” The sexiness of “I’m not with them when I’m with them” and the emotion of “I feel things when I’m with you.” Villanelle’s robe. “I’m not dressed.” “I don’t care.” The framing. The acting. Literally every second of that scene is a masterpiece.

Villanelle having an alley cat for 2 seconds (cats > dogs fight me)

Carolyn asking the same questions for Eve and Villanelle “Any escalation, increased attention seeking, recklessness?”

That beautifully creepy shot of Carolyn in the mirror hovering over Kenny as he watches Eve leave their house.

The way Aaron drags that poor closeted gay dude for watching Gossip Girl with his boyfriend and the way Villanelle just watches on enjoying the tea as she eats her meal and pretends she doesn’t understand Russian.

Villanelle singing and Hugo bopping along.

Hugo being a bi king calling Aaron “not bad looking”

Eve “He Could Kill the Shit out of Me” Polastri getting horny for some rando psycho dude and liking him even more when she finds out he’s killed people. It’s so fresh to see her openly flirting with someone other than Niko and really marked a turning point in their relationship. It wasn’t just that Villanelle was her exception, it was that she was a completely changed person willing to flirt with a psychopath and take advantage Hugo “Human Dildo” Chambers/Turner/Tiller just because she felt like it.

In the same vein, Hugo changing and saying “Don’t watch me. I know what you’re like” and Eve being offended because he’s right lmao

“Cooped up in a hotel room with nothing to do. How will we pass the time?”

“Set up everything in here.” “Why’s it got to be in my room?” “Because I don’t want all this shit in my room.” I love selfish Eve.

I think 2x07 was actually the peak of Dark Eve. Sure she kills someone in 2x08 and again in 3x07, but she kind of regrets it both times or at least feels guilty. In 2x07 she’s taking advantage of people and manipulating them and giving in to her own desires without a care in the world. She stands up to Villanelle when she gets jealous, she ignores Kenny’s warnings because she wants to see Villanelle, she sends herself and Hugo to Rome knowing its dangerous because she wants to see Villanelle, she flirts with the murder dude, she makes the conversation with the therapist about herself because she wants to indulge, she gets impatient with the Peel case and is quick to insult Hugo every time he disagrees with her methods, she doesn’t care when Hugo gets upset about being out of the loop with the threesome (the 2x08 coffee scene where Hugo is pissy about the night before and Eve’s only concern is that her coffee is cold has strong 2x07 energy and is an honorable mention scene). She doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but herself and Villanelle the whole episode and it’s beautiful.

“What happened to her profile?!” “I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t have fired Kenny!”

I love Hugo with my whole heart. Aside from Aaron, Hugo is the second character I see the most of myself in. I relate to his sense of humor and I think I would probably be some rich posh douchebag boy like him in an alternate dimension. I love that he gets featured so much in the episode, and it’s really his character’s climactic episode. He finally gets to succeed in his missions of banging Eve and taking down Aaron before going down in 2x08. I just like seeing my boy happy.

Villanelle having that really stylish gorgeous piano that I wish I could have.

Eve leaving those voicemails for Villanelle and Villanelle laying down, listening to them, and stroking her scar with that giddy smile on her face.

Villanelle packing her suitcase by balling everything up and throwing it in there and then acting surprised when Konstantin finds razor wire.

The directing juxtaposition of Villanelle and Aaron entering Aaron’s (STUNNING) palazzo and Eve and Hugo checking in to their grubby hotel.

The cheeky face Hugo makes when the receptionist mistakes Eve and Hugo for a couple.

The way you completely forget about Niko and Gemma in the storage unit until the very end of the episode when you least expect it and it shows you their fate as a shocking cliffhanger juxtaposed with the morning after Villaneve softness in the scene immediately before it. What a rollercoaster. What a way to end on a high note.

Gemma’s murder is probably the most gruesome murder of the show for me. Not that I enjoy gruesome murder, but it’s another aspect of the episode that really stands out. Her face in that bag? Genuinely creepy. Yet the fragile tape is funny. It’s a great example of that blend of comedy and darkness that makes this show so unique.

The pink and black title card is one of the best opening color schemes of the whole show.

“Non Voglio Piu Rivederti” by Paola Neri and

“Vai Tu Sei Libero” by Dalida are songs I listen to regularly

This list is an unorganized hot mess and I probably missed stuff, but you get my point.

There’s not a single weak spot in the episode. From the acting, the directing, the writing, the music, the costumes, the set design, I love every moment of every scene, and I can’t believe Emerald Fennel wrote it just for me.

#killing eve #ask #anon #2x07 #wide awake

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