#( holy macaroni today was an off day )

[jodiellie]

Day 8: Workout Day!! (૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭ (20/5/2024)

Health

Water intake: 880mL

Sleep: 1:30am - 10am (I fell asleep when I was watching YouTube ASJDNFDSD IM SO GLAD IT'S EARLY AND NOT LATE THO!)

Daily vitamin C intake ✅

Allergy meds ✅

I did a cardio workout this time! I deadass passed out when I was laying on the floor to rest andsndfsdf but I feel really good afterwards so heh >:)

Before bed stretches! I'm starting to think these help with sleeping (or it could be because I'm still sore from working out, so I'm tired)

Link to the cardio workout right below! (Can you tell I rly like Emi Wong's workouts asndknsdf)

1 HOUR WALKING WORKOUT | 6000 Steps Full Body Fat Burn Cardio, NO Repeat, NO Jumping, At Home

NIGHT STRETCH TO WIND DOWN | Relaxing Routine to Get a Good Night Sleep | 10 MIN | Daniela Suarez

Body Care

Washed my hair today bcz holy shit it's HOT and also bcz I exercised uwu

Hair mask + hair oil combo ”ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ“

Mind

More Witcher 3!!

Supernatural S3EP8

Food

Lunch: Macaroni & Cheese with Ham

Dinner: Noodles (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Snack: My leftover slice of soju bday cake 👀 + banana (LISTEN IF I DON'T EAT IT, NOBODY WILL AND IT'S THE LAST DAY I CAN KEEP IN THE FRIDGE-)

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Notes

We're off to a good start today! I'm trying to get closer to drink at least 1L of water a day, but it's close enough~ Also I finally am able to get all my vitamin + meds in, and was able to workout too! I felt really really good about my body afterwards hehe ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Which is great because before I started this journey, I was kinda stuck in this depressed loop where I just didn't feel like doing anything. I'm glad I got to rediscover how physical activities can help with me feeling better, whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally :')

[viowascoolyesterday]

QUOTES, CODENAMES~ de la escuela

will: you sprayed me! rat: sorry! rat: *whispers to me rat: it was intentional

rat: today's gonna be a great day rat: i got desk gunk off my rat: rat: thingy (desk)

doll: but history is gossip and history is stupid doll: so doll: we love that

orca: save the turtles!!

will: my motto is work harder not smarter

doll: roses are red, violets are... doll: bread!!! doll: end rhyme!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

macaroni: will's a bad influence rat: no she's not she's sitting with her (giant stuffed) cricket in her lap, she's protecting it

*playing blooket in class rat: i just stole so much crypto from a random guy me: me too! rat: i'm literally on the leaderboard me: oh you're in first place rat: *puts on glasses to look at doll's board macaroni: i love how you had to put your glasses on me: had to lock in

macaroni: rat, you're trying to get recognition because you weren't on the leaderboard *entire class goes quiet for some reason rat: i don't want recognition i want stickers

doll: yeah i'm running out of stickers doll: gotta hit the five below

will: oh the bug bite? will: where you kept slapping the same one OVER AND OVER

macaroni: HOLY F- i mean guacamole

i love english class. we learn so much there

[elytrafemme]

hello!!! this is the same tired annon from before (who also has a bland pallet and sent an ask earlier today)

this might be my last ask sent considering i just got caught up on cough syrup but who knows i might get attached! 

okay so for starters i’m here to say holy crap i love how you write tommy and i keep forgetting to say that! you do him more than justice, you do his character like double justice. (now i’m wondering what double justice would look like in the justice system…. probably lots of paperwork)

next i’m here to say holy moly macaroni you write dream so well. (i just realized i haven’t put !cs before things so i’m doing that now. i’m a bit tired and stuff so whejsmshfjd)  cs!dream gives me the heeby jeebies and i literally wanted to shake cs!ranboo by the shoulders the entire time he was interacting with cs!dream but i was also like hashtag relatable so oh well! you’ve just done the whole dynamic really well! (i know its not much but the fact that cs!dream was planting the ideas of “i’m your only friend/your friends want to hurt you” thoughts into cs!ranboo’s brain was an excellent touch! it was something i’ve learned about in a class about abusers and stuff and how they try and isolate people and yea c!dream did this so idk maybe i’m making a big deal out of nothing but. i thought you wrote it really well! like really well)

can you tell words are not my friend because oh boy they’re not

and of course how could i write this without mentioning cs!fundy! you wrote him so well and i’m intrigued by his character! i also really like how you wrote his dialogue while being all panicked! very nice to see that kind of stuttering written so well!

i also want you to know that, often, i find when you’ve said you feel like you’ve written something not well, you’ve actually done a real suburb job! maybe i’m not the best judge as i’m not much of a writer myself, but i feel like you don’t give yourself enough credit! you’re doing wonderful work here  

and some final notes

-i’m in love with the pets and their inclination of the story! am i biased cause there was a cat sitting on my lap while i read the majority of cough syrup? yea, maybe… but hey i still really have enjoyed the pets!

-loving the trans rep 

-i adore how tubbo will try and prompt ranboo to ramble on things! it’s so sweet and also i think it’s good for each of them in respective ways

-cs!jack manifold (do i need to say more?) (i will say more, i find jack to be perfectly characterized while also being in the background like yess pop off king even thou idk what he’s been up to)

-cs!beeduo are my little queer blorbos and i will hold them dearly till the day i die. here’s to hoping they realize one day how much they mean to each other (poor things think that they have all the issues and then look at the other and go “ah yes a wonderful human being” and honestly mood)

okay sorry for sending such long asks i just wish i could give you more praise (which i will do in following chapter comments i suppose) i was also going to talk about my ideas of house layouts but that’s a bit much, i’m just a fan of house layouts ehajdkjdjskf

but yea thank you for writing it, it’s been amazing to read (i’m also tired again so sleepy time!! good night!)

anon would u like to have a little name to go along w u bc i keep just thinkong of u as tired anon and idk if thats the brand u want /lh /nf

but HIIIII!!!! im so sleepy rn we're gonna get thru this together im like half alive ok ok ok

double justice is just an odd manner of double jeopardy ruled unconstitutional unless you can manuever a case so that you press different charges huh. srry im studying for ap gov rn. and double jeopardy is rly interesting to me. YES but im so glad u like cstommy!!!! hes my guy most specialist guy ever <333

im also glad u like cs!dream-- another thing im working on is not making antagonissts flat and i worry a bit w how ive done cs!schlatt and cs!dream thative failed at that so im always glad to hear what i did good what i can improve etc-- yes the isolation is a big thing w/ cs!dream and a massive thing w abusive relaitnships overall.

thank u and doubly thank u again <33 kind 2 me. im glad u like cs!fundy & yeah i always have weird standards with writing and yk i def pick fave chapters but its always interesting to see ppls thoughts on them

hope ur cat is doing good and yeah admittedly i kind of fucked up how i handled the plot of the pets but i promise at least 1 of them is plot relevant :> also im glad u like the trans rep!! and YES these two are ramblers much love to them <333 csjack WILL be getting more plot involved i have so many plans for him hehee. they are blorbos!!! yes yes

okay gn one of my posts ither got big or ive got a spam liker back in the notifs so im gonna check ont aht write more and sleep gn hope ur well anon

[chubbyhl]

Vault Fic #2 - The First Stuffing

Hi all -- my girlfriend suggested I post another installment of the “vault fic” aka the feedee Louis fic I started writing a year ago and never finished or showed anyone, but people seem to dig it now. I got some suggestions from awhile back to post more content from it, and people seemed to really like the idea of Louis’s first stuffing, so here you are! A nice long one. Happy Chubby Friday, and enjoy! Please note - this is a feederism centric fic. It won’t be for everyone. Also contains some unrealistic eating for entertainment purposes, don’t try this at home lol. 

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“I forgot if you put this on your list, but this one my favorite recipes to make,” Harry said. He pulled on two oven mitts and then kneeled down, grabbing the hot dish and pulling it out. He set it on the stove and then closed up the oven, waving to the dish, “It’s five cheese baked mac and cheese. I put a bit of everything in it. White cheddar, sharp cheddar, parmesan, asiago, Swiss…and then some bacon bits, because why not.”

“Oh, that sounds so good,” Louis said, “Probably good I’ll have leftovers of that, too.”

Harry just looked at him, and then smiled, shaking his head.

“Oh, no no,” he said, “This is all for tonight.”

Louis blinked at him.

“Harry, you can’t be serious,” Louis said, “That thing could feed a family of eight.”

“That’s exactly the serving size, yes,” Harry said. He took off his gloves and waved at the dish, “Give it a minute to cool off and then we can start.”

“Harry,” Louis said, “You – you can’t expect me to eat all of that.”

“Well,” Harry shrugged, “I mean, I’ll take you having half at this point. But at some point, I’m going to make this and you’ll definitely have all of it.”

Harry kept moving around the kitchen, getting out dishes and some glasses, and Louis kept staring at the dish of macaroni. What had sounded so delicious a few minutes now loomed in front of him like his personal white whale, something Harry was expecting him to finish. Or at least, finish half of it, when Louis wasn’t even sure he could finish half a regular serving size.

Harry turned around and caught him staring, and smiled softly and came over. He tucked Louis’s cheek into his hand and kisses his forehead.

“How are we feeling?”

“Like you’re fucking with me,” Louis said, “You said today would be easy.”

“Yes, and most of today has been,” Harry said. He held up a hand, ticking down his fingers as he started a list, “Breakfast, just a bowl of cereal. A large bowl, but that’s it. Then some apple and Nutella, then a couple chicken sandwiches, and then a bagel with peanut butter. And lots of Coke.”

“Thank you for reminding me,” Louis grumbled.

“Hey, hey, that’s all easy stuff,” Harry teased, “You didn’t expect me to not spoil you at least a little today, did you?”

Louis wrapped his hands around himself, looking down. He swallowed weakly, and Harry tucked a hand under his chin and lifted him to look at him.

“Hey, it’s alright, love,” Harry said, “Seriously, just eat what you think you can. But I would be very, very happy if you had half this dish. Like, you have no idea how thrilled I would be.”

Louis glanced at the dish of the pasta again, and then back at Harry. The other man was looking at him firmly, but his eyes were wide and kind, and Louis tried to remember why he was here in the first place. The Kink, yes, but also, he liked Harry. Harry was funny and sweet and cared about him. He wasn’t going to push Louis too far past his boundaries. He would be fine.

So eventually Louis nodded and murmured out “okay,” and Harry grinned and kissed him again before going to grab everything and set it on the kitchen.

Louis sat at the table, right next to Harry’s own seat. Harry poured him a tall glass of water, and then pulled the casserole dish a bit closer to the two of them. He had laid a big spoon next to the dish, and picked it up, glancing at Louis.

“Want me to feed you?” Harry asked, “Not going to lie, I’ve been dying to do that all day.”

“Yeah,” Louis said quickly, “Sure.”

Harry smiled, and then dipped into the dish. The spoon cracked past the crispy layer of baked cheese and breadcrumbs at the top, and Louis licked his lips, which made Harry smile.

“Hungry?”

“I could eat,” Louis said. He was only a bit hungry, maybe enough for a snack, at most, because he’d been eating for a lot of the day. But he could still eat, so he was going to.

Harry grinned, and then picked up the spoon, loaded down with pasta and cheese.

“Okay, open up,” Harry said, and then softened when Louis did so, “Good boy.”

Louis flushed in spite of himself, and let Harry tuck the spoon into his mouth. He chewed, closing his eyes as he tasted it. It was creamy and so, so rich, and he hummed happily as he ate it.

“Wow, oh, man,” he said once he had swallowed, “That’s so good, holy shit.”

“Thanks,” Harry grinned, “I’ve made this more times than I can count and I haven’t gotten any complaints yet.”

“You making your mac n cheese for other boys?” Louis asked as Harry got another spoonful ready.

“That’s funny,” Harry said flatly, “Open up.”

Louis did, letting Harry give him another delicious spoonful. This would be no problem, he thought. The food was so good, surely he was hungrier than he originally thought.

Harry kept tucking pasta into his mouth, smiling at each bite Louis took.

“Doing good, love,” Harry said, “Still taste good?”

Louis nodded and smiled, letting Harry feed him. He took sips of water in between, enough to help him swallow but not enough to get him too full. Harry looked far too pleased with himself as he fed the other man, his movements as steady as his encouragement.

And then, he hit his first wall.

With a quick glance at the dish, he could tell he had only had about a regular serving and a half of the dish, and he was already full. Like, very full. Like he was having trouble chewing the mouthful Harry had just given him.

The other man watched, carefully, and frowned when Louis swallowed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and Louis shrugged.

“I – I’m full, s’all,” Louis said.

“Ah,” Harry nodded, “I see.”

He set down the spoon and nodded towards Louis.

“Lift up your shirt, pet.”

“Um,” Louis said, “What?”

“Lift up your shirt,” Harry repeated, his voice growing a bit firmer. Louis swallowed weakly, and then did what Harry asked and lifted up the hem of his t-shirt.

When he glanced down his stomach was a bit rounded, mostly bloated-looking more than anything. Harry reached out and tugged down the hem of Louis’s sweatpants, under the curve of his stomach. Then he put his hands on the warm skin of Louis’s belly and started rubbing, pressing in firmly. Louis groaned, hiccupping weakly as Harry put pressure on his full belly. Harry just watched him, and kept rubbing, then hooked his thumb into Louis’s belly button and held the curve of his stomach with the rest of his finger and gave his belly a firm jiggle. Louis gasped weakly and then covered his mouth with his hands, trying to stifle a burp working its way through his throat. Harry rubbed his stomach harder and then gave it a gentle pat.

“Any better?” he asked, and Louis blinked at him.

“Uh,” he said, “Maybe.”

“Okay, good,” Harry said, “You let me know if you feel a bit full again.”

Louis just stared at him, but Harry was already gearing up another spoonful. Louis ate it, and he felt like he could swallow with far less difficulty. And he felt fine through another spoonful, and then another.

He hit another wall when they were a fourth of the way through the dish, and once again, Harry went back to rubbing and jiggling his tight belly, which was now rounder and tighter. To Harry’s credit, he was handling it all like a true professional, even though Louis could see his eyes getting darker and wider. He kept digging into the dish, and Louis kept eating it, like another force had taken hold of him. His stomach was screaming at him, bloated and stretched far beyond capacity, but the pasta was so good, and Harry was calling him a good boy as he shoveled food into Louis’s mouth, so he kept going.

He finally, finally hit his final wall when he was nearly into the fifth serving of the dish, and he clamped his mouth shut and shook his head.

“Harry, I can’t,” he panted. He was hot now, and sweating, and his stomach was in pain, and he just couldn’t keep it up.

“Okay, lovey,” Harry said, “Just one more bite? Please? Would make me so happy.”

“I – “ Louis choked out, “I dunno.”

“Come on,” Harry teased, wiggling the full spoon in front of him, “For me?”

“God, fuck you,” Louis breathed out, but even then, he opened his mouth. He accepted the food, and then chewed and swallowed with more effort than he had ever put into anything before, and then when he was done, he leaned back in his chair and cradled his belly delicately. It felt rock hard, and it was stretched, pressing out in a generous curve that stretched out the outline of his abs. Louis stifled another burp and held his hands in front of his mouth, his face turning red.

“Jesus,” he breathed out, “Oh my God.”

Harry leaned forward in his chair, his eyes dark but his smile sweet, and he reached out and put his hands on Louis’s distended stomach.

“Oh, what a good boy,” he cooed, “What a perfect, perfect boy you are.”

He rubbed Louis’s stomach carefully, pushing hard to make Louis hiccup and then just skimming his hands over the curve, touching and enjoying.

“Oh, Louis, we’re going to have so much fun,” he sighed happily. Louis just hiccupped again.

“I need to lay down,” he got out weakly.

“Of course you do,” Harry said quickly, “C’mon, I’ll get you up, and then I’ll give you another nice rub down. Does that sound good?”

Louis just gave Harry a nod, and then the other man was on his feet, helping pull Louis up. Instinctively, Louis’s hands went to his full, bloated stomach, and he whined, but Harry just held him, kissed the back of his head.

“Let’s get you to the couch. Good boy. Come on,” he said, “You ate what I made you so well, you deserve some rest.”

Louis’s eyelids were already drooping, the food in his belly making him sleepy, so he just nodded and let Harry guide him.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Flufftober day 12: The perfect gift

Finally official (AO3 link)

Seb has a surprise for Aaron

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“Mister Sugden-Dingle!”

Robert stopped and turned around. He saw the village postie run up to him waving an envelope in the air.

“Wait a minute, I have something for you!” she slowed to a quick paced walk until she reached him. “It needs signing for. This saves me the trip up to your house or office. If you don’t mind…”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” Robert replied, putting his shopping bag down. He’d just come back from David’s after a supply run for their tea tonight. “Do you have a pen?”

She handed him a pen and Robert quickly signed for delivery.

“Do you have anything else for me? Or Aaron? Holy Scrap, Home James, Liv Flaherty?”

“No, not today. Are you expecting something? I can keep an eye out for it.”

“No, that’s alright. I just thought I’d save you the trip if there was more.” He picked up his bag again and wished her a nice day before making his way home.

He knew exactly what was in the envelope and he needed time to put everything in place. It was a Monday, which meant Aaron wouldn’t be home until late, and hopefully Liv wouldn’t be too busy with her uni work to help him keep Seb entertained a little longer. 

“Hey, how is everything going here?” he asked as he walking into the flat.

Liv was lounging on the sofa with her laptop and Seb tucked under her arm.

“We’re watching cat videos.” She told him, while Seb’s eyes remained glued to the screen.

“If he wants a cat after this, you’re cleaning the litterbox.” Robert joked, ruffling Seb’s hair on his way to the kitchen. “I take it you’re not too busy today then?”

“Me? Why?” Liv asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “What do you want?”

Robert waved the envelope in the air.

“What’s that?”

“Parental rights for Aaron.”

“What? It’s gone through?”

Robert nodded.

“Yep. A couple of years overdue thanks to Rebecca dragging her heels because Ross kept telling her to… but now he’s gone she’s a lot more reasonable.” He said happily. “I went down to my solicitor’s office with her to make sure she signed. And it’s all legal now.”

“Rob that’s amazing! Does he know yet?”

“No. Not yet. I want to tell him tonight. And that’s where you come in.”

“Ok… Do you need me to distract him?”

“No, it’s Monday. He’ll be home late anyway. But I need you to be on stand by with the cat videos while I get everything ready.”

“Alright, YouTube and I can do that.” Liv agreed. “What’s the plan then?”

“I’m going to make that macaroni dish he likes and then let Seb give him the envelope when we’re done.”

“Maybe I should pop over to David’s then for tissues.” Liv joked. “He’s going to cry like a baby.”

Robert laughed and sat down on the coffee table to face Seb.

Liv raised an eyebrow at him, knowing how he always gave everyone hell for doing the same.

“I know, alright, I know.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

“You can’t read my mind, I’m not Aaron.” Liv teased.

Robert rolled his eyes at her but focused on Seb who was still engrossed in the cat video compilation playing on Liv’s laptop.

“Hey mate, do you think you can spare a minute for me?”

Liv paused the video while Robert squeezed his ankle. Seb gave her a confused look but when Robert patted his leg again he finally noticed his dad.

“Do you remember what we talked about the other week? That we wanted to make daddy Aaron your daddy on paper too? So everyone would know he's your daddy too?”

Seb nodded.

“Well we finally did that.” Robert showed him the envelope. “In here is a letter that tells him he is your dad to everyone now, not just to us.”

“I want to tell him! Can we go tell him now?” Seb asked excitedly, climbing off the sofa to go put on his shoes and jacket.

“Not so fast. Come back you.” Robert said, opening his arms for Seb and pulling him in for a cuddle. “We're going to make it special. We’ll make his favourite for tea tonight. It's a late day and he’ll be tired when he gets home, so we’ll be extra nice to him and show him how much we love him.” He told the boy. “And then when we've finished our tea, we'll give it to him. Or maybe you can do it alone. As dessert instead of ice cream.”

“But I still want ice cream.” Seb said after a minute, making both Robert and Liv laugh.

“I think we can make that happen.”

“You’ve got your priorities right, squirt.” Liv joked.

“When is daddy coming home?” Seb asked, not really understanding why his dad and his aunt were laughing.

“I don’t know, let’s ask him. But don’t tell him about our surprise yet, ok?” Robert grabbed his phone and dialled Aaron’s number, putting it on speaker.  

“Rob, I’m really busy today and I really don’t have time for a chat if I want to get home in time to at least see my son before he goes to bed.”

“I know, we won’t keep you long, I promise.” Robert said, nudging Seb. “We were just wondering what time you’d be home tonight.”

“Are you coming home soon daddy?” Seb asked innocently, making Robert weirdly proud.

“Oh hey mate.” Aaron’s tone softened. “Are you making sure your dad stays out of trouble for me?”

Seb nodded and Robert laughed.

“He’s nodding. You have to speak up Seb, daddy can’t see you now.”

Seb nodded again and Robert shook his head. Maybe that Oscar wasn’t exactly round the corner just yet.

“So what time do you think you’ll be home?” he asked and Aaron sighed.

“I don’t know. We’re going as fast as we can but we have a lot of work to do. And I’ve had Al on my case twice already today about the smoke.”

“Again? Why does he still think you can control smoke?”

“He’s asking me to only burn stuff when the wind is blowing in the other direction. And as a token of his gratitude he’s offering me free kayak lessons.” Aaron said, part mocking, part annoyed. “Because I really need that.”

“We went kayaking in Wales remember? We had fun.”

“You had fun, I got wet.” Aaron reminded him. “But I’ll ask Billy about the kids program, I saw something about that last time I was picking up take out. That might be fun.”

“Kayaking for kids? Sounds a bit dangerous…”

“I don’t think they’ll put them in the boats on their own, Rob.” Aaron said sarcastically. “But I should go now. I’ll be home as soon as I can, I promise. 7 at the latest. Do you want me to pick up some pizzas next door?”

“No that’s ok, I’ve already planned something for tonight.”

“Alright, see you soon. Love you. Both of you. Bye.”

“Bye daddy!” Seb yelled as Robert hung up.  

“Right.” He got up and clapped his hands. “We’ve got work to do.”

With Liv’s help (and Seb in his own way), Robert managed to clean the entire kitchen in no time and get started on the food.

By the time Aaron got home around 6.30, it was almost ready to be served, the table was set, including a bottle of wine Liv had insisted on getting (and grape juice for her and Seb), and Robert had put on the shirt Aaron had gotten him for Christmas, that he knew he loved on him.

“I’m home!” Aaron called out, walking through the door and kicking his work boots off. “We knocked off a little earlier. “I told Vinny I had a dinner date with a five year old.” He joked as he gave Seb a cuddle hello and walked into the kitchen. “Something smells good.”

Robert greeted him with a kiss.

“I made your favourite.”

“You spoil me.” Aaron smiled then did a double take of his husband’s outfit and the nicely set table. “Have I forgotten an anniversary?”

“No, I just felt like making a bit of an effort. It beats pizza in front of the telly.” Robert lied and noticed Aaron’s gaze lingering on his shirt. “I spilled something on myself. This was the first clean shirt I saw in our wardrobe.”

“Right.” Aaron nodded, not totally convinced. “Do I have time for a shower?”

“Sure. I’ll need about 10 more minutes with this.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” Aaron said and rushed upstairs, leaving Robert and Liv looking anywhere but at each other as to not to burst out laughing.

A little while later, the four of them were enjoying their meal while Aaron ranted about his ongoing feud with Al Chapman and the rest of the staff at the outdoor pursuits centre.

“Nobody forced them to build it right next to the scrapyard.” He said in between bites of food. “I never had any trouble with the sweet factory.”

“Maybe because they all worked indoors? And everything at the HOP is outdoors?” Liv suggested.

“Well he should’ve thought of that before. I’m sticking to all environmental rules, he can’t do anything.” Aaron muttered. “Except give me a headache that is.”

“Did you manage to talk to Billy?” Robert asked, trying to steer the conversation to Seb and their surprise.

“No, he had some PT session. But I talked to Ellis for a minute. They’re interviewing people now for karate and judo classes for kids. From age 6 and up.”

“That could be fun.”

“Yeah, maybe. We’ll see when they’ve hired someone. He’s still too young anyway.”

“They have horse riding classes for kids.” Liv pointed out. “You love animals, don’t you Seb? Horse riding could be fun.”

Seb looked back and forth between his parents’ horrified faces and Liv’s amused one.

“Don’t you have an exam to study for?” Aaron asked her. “You know, in your room, with the door closed, and your headphones on.”

Liv laughed.

“No, that was today. And I did alright, thanks. I think I passed.”

As they enjoyed the rest of their meal Aaron began to notice the looks between Robert and Liv and the excited grin that seemed stuck on Seb’s face.

“Ok, what’s going on?” he asked as he put his fork and knife down after his last bite.

“Seb has a surprise for you.” Robert told him. “Do you want to go get it Seb? Do you remember where we put it?”

Seb nodded and got up from his seat.

“Why am I getting a surprise? It’s not my birthday…”

“No but it is a special day.”

“You’re going to love it.” Liv added.

“You know what it is?” Aaron asked and she nodded.

At that moment Seb returned with the envelope.

“This is for you, daddy.”

“For me? What is it?” He took the envelope from Seb and pulled the little boy onto his lap. “Do you want to help me open it?”

Together they tore open the envelope and Aaron took out its contents. He looked through the papers with a confused frown on his face until he found the letter explaining everything.

“So it is with great joy that I can now confirm Aaron Sugden-Dingle is now Sebastian Sugden-Dingle’s legal parent.” He read out loud. “She agreed?” He looked up at Robert.

“Yeah. Finally. It’s official. You’re his dad.”

Aaron sniffed and wiped the tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand.

“Are you sad, daddy?” Seb asked, looking up at his dad.

“No mate.” Aaron said, holding Seb a little tighter and pressing kisses to his cheeks. “I’m really, really happy.”

[wordstrings]

I'm dead. I have died. Speak Your Truth has killed me, congratulations IT'S SO GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH??? this fic Is the reason why the last few days have been better, thank you. ♡♡

[Fic link: Speak Your Truth, complete at 5 chapters] So glad you got sent off on a good note. May your afterlife be full of joy! :) Thank you!!

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anonymous said:

That was so worth the wait :)

The only thing more stressful for me than being late on a commitment (because oof) is posting incomplete work (because what if I need to change a word later??), and this managed to be BOTH but I survived and I’m really happy you liked it!

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@hypahticklish tagged:

#listen i straight up text this monster as i was in the middle of reading this #it is so phenomenal #lee your brand of intimacy is illegal #i wish i were Dean like holy shit

I did indeed get impassioned texts about this today. ;) I love intimacy with my whole heart and it thrills me when others get caught up in it too (even when I am accused of being “downright inconsiderate” by dragging you into this trench with me). 

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@fickle-tiction tagged:

#Error: can not get away #really?? #You've sliced my avocado and covered it in hot sauce #you've light seasoned my cauliflower before roasting #you've #uh #made me run out of food things to say to you? #OH YOUVE BAKED MY MACARONI!!!!

I just really need to archive these extraordinary tags. I’ve honestly never been into cauliflower but maybe I’ll give it a shot, just for you.

[akp-1327]

dear diary // chapter one

Hi, everyone! This is the first chapter of the new series I’ve started. I hope you enjoy and stick around for future chapters! 💕

Find a series “description” and other detailing here!

Word Count: ~ 5.3k

(*) Warnings: none

July 16th, 2020

Dear Diary,

Nothing would make me happier than to visit the city. The bright lights, the busy streets, the shops, the smell of car exhaust. For all the wonders I’d discover, for all the opportunities I’d face. For the experience, for the fun.

Living in a small town is boring. It’s the same, day after day. Then as soon as you bat an eye, you’ve turned eighteen and have barely left the state. Some would call me a hobbit, some would call me lazy. But it’s hard to get out of town when your family can’t really leave because of their job and you’re too scared to learn how to drive.

The diner that my parents own is great; awesome pancakes, delicious milkshakes, and every single pie flavor you could ever imagine. It’s called the Golden Griddle and it’s located right in the heart of Cedar Cove, Oregon. You’d have to be blind to miss the sunny yellow paint (that’s ever so slowly chipping away, but don’t tell my dad) smeared on the bricks.

Anyway. I’m Charlotte, but you knew that already, didn’t you? Of course you did. Well, if you needed a reminder of my sob-worthy life story...my brother and I are adopted. But you probably remembered that, right? Wow, I need to stop ranting about how you probably remember me. You’re a literal book for God’s sake.

Wait; back on topic. I want to go to see the city. So badly. Oh, and have I mentioned that I got accepted into my dream school? New York University, here I come. How have I not written about that yet? Holy crap. NYU preparations have been coming along nicely. I already have half my room packed and almost all my dorm stuff that my mom insists on buying. My brother Henry, too. He’s going to Ohio State on a football scholarship and a desire to pursue athletic training. Big dreams!

Me, you ask? Good gracious, Diary, stop interrupting! (Oh boy, I’m talking to myself. Skye would laugh...). I’m pursuing acting and theater, of course. A major in drama and a minor in production. I’m chasing the sun here, okay? I am a future Broadway star and actress with dreams as far as the eye can see!

I am ecstatic to make the big move at the beginning of August. More updates to come. Sorry if this ending was abrupt. My dad made his famous chili tonight and I gotta go get it while it’s hot and before Henry inhales it all like the vacuum he is.

Yours, Charlotte :)

*

*

The faint, familiar smell of spices filled my senses as I put the old and tattered diary down. It was a gift I got years and years ago from a friend, but I never used it. May as well start before the wild ride of my new life starts, right?

I threw my blonde hair into a bun as I walked out of my room, avoiding boxes piled up high on the floor. Right as I stepped into the hallway, however, my foot met a ball of fluff curled right outside my doorway.

“Aw, Cooper,” I cooed, leaning down and scooping the little snowball I called a dog into my arms, cradling him close, “you’re missing all the food downstairs, buddy!”

A small whimper came from him as I made my way down the stairs. Henry was spread out on the couch and watching some sort of European soccer, er, football on the TV.

“Hey, just in time!” Henry smiled, waving me over to sit next to him. I obliged, setting Cooper down onto the floor and taking a seat next to him. 

...It was crazy how he was twice my size. And how I was the older one by three whole minutes.

“What’s up, Henry?” I asked, nudging his arm. A laugh escaped his throat as he gestured to the screen and unpaused the video (wait, it was paused this entire time?). I watched the screen to see a player get hit in the head with a soccer ball.

“Hah!” Henry laughed, his deep pitch echoing off the walls. I gasped and swatted his arm.

“Henry! Laughing at someone else’s pain is so rude! What if he got a concussion that ended his career?” I said, a twinge of amusement in my tone. All in all, I loved to see my brother get all flustered. He was such a goody-two-shoes that even something like this comment would make him blow a gasket--

“He’s laughing, sis. I don’t think the dude’s hurt.” Henry said, his tone smug. Maybe college was finally really going to his head.

I shook my head with both surprise and disappointment as I stood up, gesturing for the walking vacuum to follow suit. “C’mon, knucklehead. Dinner’s almost ready.”

We both walked into the kitchen to see the finishing arrangements being set up for dinner; Mom was retrieving bowls and utensils as Dad strained the water from the elbow macaroni at the sink.

“You two are in here early,” Mom teased, giving us a side glare as she placed the bowls and spoons on the counter, “what about?”

A sweet, innocent smile crossed my face as I batted my eyelashes at her. “It just smells so good that I couldn’t stay away!”

“I’ve heard that one before, you jest. Come get your bowls.” Mom chuckled, stepping away. Henry and I grabbed a bowl right as Dad turned to us.

“Get it while it’s hot!” Dad said, grabbing a bowl of his own. Henry and I both dove for the noodles and chili, somehow managing to get our servings without making a complete mess like we usually do. It’s crazy to think of how people mature over time...

The old seats at the table squeaked as we all sat down and started to dig into our chili. A comfortable silence blanketed the table and just as I got used to it, Mom broke it.

“So, you two have been packing, yes? Even the stuff you aren’t bringing?” Mom asked sweetly, dabbing a napkin at the corners of her mouth. She’d always been the politest one in the family; too bad no one else at the table had her mannerisms.

“My room is basically packed except for some of my clothes and books,” I said in between chews of the (extremely hot) chili in my mouth, “but otherwise I’m good.”

Henry nodded and pointed his thumb at me, his eyes never leaving his bowl. “Mhmm.”

“That’s great! Your flights leave in only a matter of days!” Dad cheered, giving Mom a high five. It was such a weird but common thing to see parents do: act like teenagers.

“You sound excited about that?” Henry questioned. I looked over to see half his bowl already gone. 

Mom heaved a sigh.

“We’re excited for you both to finally experience the world. We can’t wait for your lives to truly start!” Mom said, a smile encompassing her features. Her kind, brown eyes flitted between Henry and me.

“You two have the world at your fingertips,” Dad added, glancing at Mom. They shared a fond look. 

At that moment, for the briefest second, I wished that I had a connection like that; a soulmate, someone who you could spill your heart out to. Someone who you could love and be loved by. Someone who’d want nothing more than to see you happy. 

Also at that moment, I decided that I would make it a small goal of mine to make this wish come true during my time at NYU.

*

*

My blankets were soft around my legs as I sat propped up against my pillows. Leila and I had been talking on the phone all night. I felt like I was in that moment in Mean Girls where Gretchen was switching between Cady, Karen, and Regina. Except...I wasn’t switching between anyone at the moment. 

Leila Maciel is my best friend. She’s someone with a sarcastic personality and a snarky remark to anything. She’s as smart as a whip and could, without a doubt, put you in your place if you stepped out of line with her intimidating strength. Though, she also has a soft and caring side that she only reveals to those who she deems trustworthy. A confident, kind, and bold girl indeed. 

We’ve been friends for our entire high school careers, but it feels like I’ve known her my entire life.

During our freshman year, Leila was in an extremely toxic relationship. Her ex-girlfriend, a “sweet” but a rather manipulative girl, was to blame for our friendship. This girl, Sadie, ticked all of Leila’s boxes; beautiful, smart, compassionate, sweet... 

Remember that Leila and I had only known each other for a month at this point.

Leila and Sadie’s relationship was adorable from the outside. Both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed freshmen with hearts in their eyes. It was something you’d see in a more realistic version of High School Musical because let’s be real...those movies aren’t realistic. (I still love them, though!)

About a year into their relationship, though, Sadie transformed from sweet to sour. She used Leila to get what she wanted like she was her very own puppet. Her antics ranged from cheating on tests to almost stealing a designer handbag before I intervened. Then, like the cherry on top of this extremely nasty sundae, Sadie revealed that she cheated on Leila with a college girl for the majority of their relationship. Let’s just say that their relationship was terminated seconds after that bombshell blew up.

Leila was broken for months. She truly believed that she loved Sadie, but upon further examination, I found that Leila felt guilty whenever she had the opportunity to say no. It had never been any sort of love; it was an obligation. Also after that relationship, Leila decided that instead of focusing on liking girls, she’d be open and love anyone. She was sick of limits.

So, here we are today.

Now, as we talked on the phone, I thought about how she’d also be going to NYU, majoring in business. We were roommates! It was like a dream come true.

“Uh, Charlotte?” Leila asked with a laugh. “You alive?”

Reality snapped back into place as I blinked my eyes rapidly. “Oh, uh, yeah. What’d you say?”

“Did you buy a fan for our dorm?” Leila asked monotonously. This made me laugh for some odd reason. “Dear Lord, what’s so funny?”

Honestly, though. What was funny, Charlotte? One could say that I was losing my mind.

“I don’t know, spur of the moment? But otherwise, yes; I got the one you pointed out at Target.” I said, surprising myself with how even my voice sounded. A familiar hum came from the other end of the line in response.

“Cool. Then you’re all set to go for next week?” Leila asked, her voice making it sound like she was smiling. I laughed again and nodded to myself.

“Yes!” Was all I could say.

Leila’s sigh was so loud that I could swear that I felt her breath through the phone. “You’re not stressing out over this, are you?”

My eyes widened at her question. Was I stressing out about this? I’d been packing for days on end without breaks. I had folded, re-folded, and re-re-folded all of my clothes several times in my duffel bag. I had splurged on so many things, like that fan Leila mentioned, without a second thought. I don’t think I’ve had a proper shower in almost a week; I was too busy being a nervous wreck.

“Maybe a little bit, but not too much,” I responded, my tone a bit somber as I tried to conceal my lie. My fingers twirled the fringed fabric of my tie blanket around as I waited for Leila’s retort.

“Stressing out over this is like a circle, Charlotte. It’s pointless,” Leila said, her voice starting to reveal her exhaustion, “and you need to relax. We’ll be fine.”

Thoughts buzzed through my mind as I contemplated her words. Would we be fine? Is “fine” even the correct word to describe this situation? How about rephrasing the entire statement entirely by saying “there is a chance that we’ll survive, but it definitely ain’t high.”? That version was more accurate, in all honesty. Moving across the country for school didn’t sound like a situation that could only earn the word “fine”.

“Aren’t you worried, though? A big city, a new city, a scary city...we’re diving into the deep end here, Leila! We have no idea what the hell we’re doing!” I panicked, squeezing my eyes closed.

Now it was Leila’s turn to laugh uncontrollably. Though, hers was more of a witch’s cackle.

“Wow, okay. First of all, we’ll stick together. Second, not knowing what we’re doing is all apart of the college experience. We’ll seriously be okay if we stick together.” Leila assured, still laughing - she never was the sympathetic type in these types of situations.

“If you think so, then I guess I need to believe it.” I yawned, tucking myself further into my blankets. Leila broke out into a yawn as well, making me think that she was actually tired for once (the girl was the definition of a night owl).

“We should get some sleep. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later.” Leila stated. I could imagine her rolling her brown eyes at her own words. A laugh escaped me instead of the hum I intended on.

“Jesus, why do you keep laughing? Why do you have so much energy?” Leila groaned, making my laughter subside.

“I honestly don’t know, I’m a complete and utter mess. We’ll text tomorrow?” I suspired, resting my arm over my eyes to completely block out this embarrassing reality.

“You bet. Love you lots.” Leila said. Her declarations of love truly became more meaningful after that whole spectacle with Sadie. She had a ginormous heart of gold beneath that rough exterior.

“Love you more! Good night!” I said, hanging up after she murmured a farewell. I tossed my phone onto the soft fabric of my blanket and stared up at the ceiling, a nostalgic feeling washing over me. All of the nights during elementary school where I’d do this exact thing, except I would be thinking about my Barbie dolls or my recess adventures. Now, I thought about the future and what waited for me.

College better live up to its well-known reputation.

*

*

Before I could comprehend what was even happening, I was standing in the middle of Portland’s airport with the arms of my family around me. 

Days legitimately whizzed past with nothing short of a greeting. I mean, it was already August 4th...somehow.

“You have all your bags, right?” Dad asked, his voice wavering the slightest bit. I looked down at my belongings for the fourth time; a large duffel bag of clothes, a chest full of dorm stuff and personal items (including that stupid fan, yes), and a very large and heavy carry-on stuffed with all of my technology. And, for the fourth time, I confirmed that I had everything.

“It’s all here, Dad. For the last time.” I giggled, shaking my head. He could only respond with his usual eye roll and grin.

“What about Leila? Are you completely positive that she’s on your flight?” Mom asked, her eyes inspecting mine. A sigh freed itself from my lungs as I nodded.

“She’s already waiting for me by the baggage area, Mom. You even saw her when we walked in, remember?” I stated, returning her inspecting gaze as she fondly smiled in remembrance.

My hands were reaching down to pick up my bags before Henry lightly punched my shoulder. “Wait, whoa, where’s the love, sis?”

“It’s hiding from you,” I teased, punching his shoulder before I pulled him close for a tight hug, “I’m gonna miss you bunches, you know.”

Henry’s grip tightened before he pulled back to show me the tears in his eyes. I gave him a sad smile, knowing that familiar look in his eye; he agreed but didn’t want to admit it.

“Don’t worry, Henry. I’ll only be a call away if you ever need to talk to me,” I said, putting my hands on his shoulders, “and I’ll be a nine hours’ drive away if you ever need me in person.”

He cracked a smile that was identical to my own and let out a deep breath that turned into a shaky laugh.

“Shut up, midget. Go catch your flight.” Henry laughed, shaking his head to compose himself. His blonde hair was tucked away in a red hat with a big, fancy ‘O’ embroidered in gray and black on its face. My heart swelled with pride to see it, too.

“Ditto!” I laughed while reaching down to grab my bags. “Well, I ought to get going. Leila’s been waiting on me for a while”

“Travel safely and call us when you land, no matter the time!” Mom said, hugging Dad and pulling Henry close. My eyes burned with tears as I nodded.

“Can do,” I shakily breathed, “I love you guys.”

Mom blew kisses my way and Dad smiled. Even Henry gave me a rare, genuine grin. I waved, and with a final glance, turned around and headed to the gate that was just behind me without looking back.

The weight of the bags in my hands doubled with each step towards Leila. She was sitting in the waiting area, her bags all around her, scrolling through her phone. Her straight black shoulder length hair was accessorized with a jade green headband, matching her comfy outfit that consisted of a matching jade green tee and a pair of workout leggings.

“Took you long enough, you slowpoke!” Leila smiled, patting the blue seat next to her as she tucked her phone in her backpack. I dropped my bags in relief as I sat down next to her. “How emotional were your parents?”

“Enough to make me almost cry?” I laughed, wiping the wetness below my eyes. “Well, maybe I did cry a little.”

Leila laughed and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “It doesn’t take much to make you cry, Charlotte. But I am beyond glad to see that you held in most of your alligator tears.”

We both laughed, though our laughter faded after about a minute, turning into a stressed silence...

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” I said while taking a deep breath. After almost a year of building up the nerves, the day was finally here.  College...adulthood...life...

Leila turned to me, her eyes showing the most vulnerability that I’ve ever seen in them, and took a deep breath with me. “We may be crazy, but at least we’re crazy together.”

*

*

Bag security was a surprising breeze; little to no lines and no troubles. The security guys even smiled at me. Talk about weird.

Waiting for the flight time was tiring. I did, however, get a text from Henry saying that he’d successfully reached his gate and would be taking off for Ohio at dusk. So that was at least something to keep me occupied for a good two minutes.

Another distraction was to play matchmaker with Leila. It was our favorite pastime in high school, so why not continue the tradition?

“Ooh, that business guy over there wearing the red tie, and...” Leila trailed off, scanning the rows of seats until her eyes focused on a woman talking animatedly on the phone only a few feet away, “her.”

“Wait, the Adrian Raines-looking guy paired with that preppy woman?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. Leila hummed with approval next to me, making me cringe immediately; why, and how, would that work? They were polar opposites!

“Leila, listen. He looks like the type of guy that’d bite your head off if you gave him the wrong coffee order and she looks like the type of girl to organize a charity event. It’s all in the eyes and the cheekbones, even the eyebrows.” I explained, shaking my head. Leila, however, disagreed like she always did.

“They’d balance each other out. He’d soften up and she’d harden up. It’s that simple! Plus, it helps that they’re both very attractive...” Leila smirked, her eyes examining them both with a wistful sigh.

“And they’re probably much older than us, so don’t even get ahead of yourself.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “But back on topic. Are you talking about the whole ‘opposites attract’ lore? Because that’s just not...plausible. Maybe it is in the movies--”

Leila let out an exasperated breath that hindered the rest of my thought. “It is plausible, though! Just think about how you would feel in this situation. Would you want a guy who has a prickly exterior and a mushy-gushy heart?”

My heart started to palpitate as my hands started to sweat. I have learned to loathe Leila’s ‘boy talk’ because it’d always turn into her setting me up with guys that were either way out of my league or guys that just didn’t meet my expectations.

Her question, though, did deserve some deep thought. I guess I can set my pride aside for a mere second and give her some sort of approbation...

So, the question on the table: did I really have a thing for those types of people? Snarky but also impossibly soft? I guess I’ve never really been invested in relationships of my own. The idea of romance, sure, but not for me. It just never really seemed as important as the ACT or my GPA. I’m starting to regret my valedictorian title; I focused so hard on my studies that I forgot about the fun aspect of high school like the average, rebellious boyfriend with a leather coat and a motorcycle.

“You know what, Leila?” I started, carefully testing this ground as to not lead her down the matchmaking rabbit hole, “I would like a guy like that. A sarcastic and snarky guy with a secret soft side? Yes, please. Oh, and glasses that he’d push up his nose when he was frustrated? Even better.”

An uncharacteristic snicker escaped Leila; she was never one to snicker like that, and now that I actually think about it, our boy talk always had that stereotypical effect on her. Man, this hobby was melting her brain. Is there any research out there on how the quietest whisper of romance can turn the human brain to goo? If so, I need to get my hands on it ASAP. 

“I knew that you had a thing for that! I’ve been scoping this out for years, Charlotte!”

Of course she has.

“Glad you’ve been looking out for me. That or stalking me, but that’s up to you.” I teased, bumping my shoulder with hers only to receive a tired groan in response.

“Oh, hush. You know exactly how damn predictable you can be sometimes. Don’t even try to contradict that, either.” Leila stated, giving me a side glare. I gave her a bright, innocent smile in response as I fiddled with my duffel bag’s handles.

My mouth opened to bring up another round of matchmaker, but I was overpowered by a loud speaker.

“Flight one-hundred two for New York boarding at gate fifty-six!” A voice said gently over the speakers. Leila and I instantly looked at each other with the same anxious looks that slightly weirded me out.

“Um, Leila--” I stammered, trailing off as Leila hopped up and started to grab her things. She wore the biggest and brightest smile when she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

“C’mon, slowpoke! We gotta go! Move those short legs of yours!” Leila beamed, grabbing my duffel bag with her open hand. Before I could retort, I was ushered into standing and walking towards the luggage area.

“Alright, eager one, slow down a bit?” I asked through a huff. Only two months off of the cheer team and away from drama and I’m already bent out of shape.

Leila threw my duffel bag and her own suitcase onto the conveyor belt and so I followed suit.

This...this entire experience was moving faster than I expected.

*

*

The plane ride wasn’t really all that exciting. Just Leila falling asleep on me, like I expected. Throw in a couple packs of peanuts, a dash of watching Dirty Dancing and Grease religiously, and a sprinkle of a baby’s obnoxious tantrum...and you end up with the definition of a typical plane ride.

Woo, college. Already kicking off with such an exciting start.

*

*

We were about thirty minutes out from The Big Apple when Leila finally woke up from her sleep. I felt my shoulder lighten and then felt the instant soreness from the five and a half hour flight.

“How’d you sleep?” I asked, busying myself by pausing Dirty Dancing on its second playthrough. Of course it was right as Baby started to awkwardly dance down the staircase and onto the bridge.

Leila’s response didn’t come when I thought it would, so I looked over to see if she fell back asleep on the plane’s wall. To my surprise, I saw that her eyes were glued to a figure a few seats over. 

The girl who sat there had this gorgeous auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her black headphones stood out against her pale complexion and revealed the slightest trace of taupe freckles scattered about her cheeks. Also from the girl’s side profile, you could just barely see the tint of matte black lipstick on her lips.

A gentle but teasing smile formed when I looked back over at a wide-eyed Leila, her cheeks now starting to redden with embarrassment.

“See someone you like over there?” I asked, softly nudging her arm with my own. She cleared her throat and blinked rapidly before turning her attention to me.

“I thought she was snoring?” Leila stammered, now rubbing her tired eyes. I looked back over at the girl - her head bobbing slightly to whatever she’d been playing on her laptop - and let out a laugh.

“Sorry to break it to you, Leila, but she’s completely awake.”

Leila whipped her head back around to see and then let another deep blush cover her cheeks. It was hard to notice against her olive skin, though it deepened enough to see from miles away.

“Okay, um, she was snoring a little bit ago. I swear on your life.” Leila said, pressing her hands to hide her bright red cheeks. 

I let out another laugh. She had never let herself get this flustered...ever. This was so rare that I’d only ever seen it once and that was back in high school. Leila locked eyes for a solid twenty seconds with a junior guy named Michael Harrison at lunch during our freshman year. She couldn’t stop blushing or stuttering for the rest of the day, and that’s not mentioning the dejected look she had when Michael walked out of the building with an unfamiliar girl on his arm after school.

As expected, Leila only responded to me with her notorious deadly side glare.

“Shut up right this instant, Charlotte Parker.” She hissed between her gritted teeth.

Did I listen? Of course not.

“Looks like Miss Maciel has been struck by Cupid’s arrow...” I teased, dramatically leaning into her lap with my hand against my forehead. She grumbled and leaned her head on her palm, looking out the window. After I sat up, I could see her brown eyes flit over in the girl’s direction every once in a while and couldn’t hold back my smile. Not teasing, but happy.

I knew that wistful look in her eye well enough to know that she’d been enamored.

*

*

The plane landed at about seven in the evening. Before getting off the plane, I looked over to the girl. She was frantically putting her computer away in it’s decorated case. I saw a patch with the familiar NYU bobcat...right next to another patch with the name “Skye” in this sort of horror-ish calligraphy.

Huh.

“I think her name is Skye,” I said, leaning in to whisper to Leila, “and I think she’s going to NYU.”

Leila glanced over as she stuffed her neck pillow (that she never used) in her bag.

“Cool. Um...Skye, you said?” Leila said, a blush blooming across her cheeks again. 

I’m seriously loving this.

“Yep, Skye. Maybe she’s a freshman like us?” I said. Leila bit her thin bottom lip.

“Maybe,” Leila said, a smirk crossing over her features, “just...maybe.”

*

*

Waiting for our luggage was so boring. I decided that it was even worse than waiting for our fight.

“Ah, it’s mine!” I heard a girl a few feet away from my tired figure cheer. She rushed forward to grab a gaudy pink suitcase bedazzled with fake gems. Leila pretended to gag next to me.

“Gross,” Leila sighed, though her eyes suddenly lit up, “hey, wait, those are our bags!”

She pointed toward a cluster of familiar bags on the conveyor.

“Ah! C’mon!” I stammered, rushing forward and grabbing them. We both started to laugh as we lugged them off.

“Jesus, this is heavier than I remember.” Leila huffed, lifting her bag onto her shoulder. I did the same, though almost toppled over because of the weight.

“Are we sure that these are ours?” I asked, unzipping the duffel bag to see my familiar coat. Relief flooded my features as I looked back at Leila.

Her face was a sickly greenish pale.

“Uh, Charlotte, this...this isn’t...” Leila stuttered, carefully shuffling through the bag. There were lots of black sweaters and lots of striped shirts. A couple pairs of ripped jeans, a few rock band tees along with an NYU sweatshirt...and a tag on the strap.

I reached out for the black tag on the strap and flipped it over. It read...

Skye...Crandall?

“Leila, remember that girl from the plane?” I asked, showing her the tag. Her face immediately fell, though I could see the flame of hope flickering in her deep brown irises.

“Oh. My. God.” Leila groaned, taking the tag into her hand. “You’re kidding. Charlotte, this seriously isn’t happening right now.”

Despite her panicked state, I laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

“I’m officially calling you Eliza Schuyler because you are helpless!” I giggled, doubling over. Leila loudly sighed.

“No, no no no...” Leila whispered, zipping the bag closed, “how are we going to find her now? I bet she left already with my bag.”

I sadly let my laughter subside as I wiped the humored tears from my eyes, being careful to not let my light layer of mascara run or smudge into a huge mess. That was the last thing I needed right now.

“Alright. Well, I think we should wait and see if your bag is still here. We don’t know for sure that she has it,” I stated, patting Leila’s shoulder, “but if it doesn’t show, we’ll track this Skye girl down and give her the right bag. Okay?”

Leila nodded, her face still contorted with a mixed emotion of annoyance and helplessness.

“Welcome to New York, where we lose your freaking bags and make you chase after freaking girls that you like,” Leila mumbled in a bad imitation of a New York accent, pinching the bridge of her slender nose.

“So you do admit it! Aww!” I cooed, booping her nose. She caught my wrist and gave me another glare, though this one was downright teasing.

“Shut it or I will mercilessly write on your face tonight with a Sharpie while you sleep,” Leila teased, “but let’s get going. We still gotta find our dorm and the sun’s already starting to set.”

I nodded and gathered up my stuff, taking another look back at the conveyor...

“Oh, everyone’s gone?” I questioned, my eyes scanning the now empty area around us. Leila rolled her eyes and started to drag me along towards the masses of people with her free hand.

“Yes, but now let’s go find this girl before I lose my mind. I need my bag and I can bet that she needs hers.”

[thatsaweirdwaytospellundead]

EGGciting ♪ Zahra Travelogue 1/11

Summary: It is time for Mankai’s customary training camp and it just so happens that the whole company has been invited to Zahra. However, it appears there may be a deeper reason as to why everyone was invited to this sunny island in the middle-east....

This story takes place after Act 8 in the main story and Harugaoka Quartet event.

THIS IS A 10 PART STORY WITH AN EPILOGUE.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10]

Epilogue “A Journey”

I wonder how are you doing on that island... That island far far away.

Here, in this country, I need you,

I am always here, waiting for your return.

Customer A

Thank you for the food! It was super delicious.

Customer B

We’ll make sure to come again.

Sakuya

Yes, thank you! Looking forward to seeing you again! Thank you so much!

Citron

Sakuya~! Good work today!

Guy

Good work today.

Sakuya

Citron, Guy! Welcome!

Citron

We wanted to stop by for lunch before we did some shopping.

Shop Owner

Hey, welcome.

I see your friends from your troupe are here to see you, so if you would like you can take your lunch break now.

How about you three all have lunch together.

Sakuya

Are you sure? Thank you very much!

Citron

Great! We can eat lunch with Sakuya too!

Sakuya

So then, what should we get?

Citron

Hmm~, The macaroni gratin looks good, mm, but also there is the beef stew, it’s hard to choose.

Oh this is it. Neapolitan pasta!

Guy

I will have that as well.

Sakuya

Alright, we would like 3 Neapolitan pastas please!

Shop Owner

I’ll make sure to give a little extra, coming right up.

Citron

As expected of the shop owner, so generous~!

Sakuya

What are you going to buy today?

Citron

We are going to buy a gift for Tangerine.

Guy

This morning we got 3 letters from Zahra in our regular package and one of them was from Prince Tangerine.

Sakuya

Oh Tangerine, how is he doing?

Citron

Yes! He wrote that he has been busy with his studies and official duties, but he is working hard.

He said he has been interested in Japanese books for a long time, so we want to buy him a present as a reward for all his hard work.

Sakuya

wow, that sounds nice! Tangerine will be delighted.

Citron

And another one was addressed to Guy. From Mika, right?

Guy

... Yes, a report on the latest news.

... And I believe you had mentioned that you are an avid reader.

You and Prince Tangerine are not too far off in age so if it is alright, I would like to ask you for some recommendations. It would be a good reference point for what the Prince would like.

Sakuya

My recommendations? Well I usually read a lot of plays so I don’t think I would really know as much as like Sakyo.

Uhh, well there is this, and this, and, I think this would be an easy read.

Citron

Hmm hmm.

Guy

I see, I think Prince Tangerine would also like those books.

Citron

You were a big help, Sakuya! Thank you.

Sakuya

No problem. I think something like those would be good.

Someday I would also like to try reading a book from Zahra.

Citron

Oh, there is a big library in the royal palace. I will take you there and show you.

Sakuya

Wow, I wonder what kind of books there are...! I look forward to visiting some day!

Guy

..... Perhaps that time will come sooner than expected.

Sakuya

Huh?

Citron

Fufufufu..... that was a hint to the 3rd letter.

Sakuya

????

Sakyo

Everyone seems to be here.

I have brought you all here today to talk about our customary Training Camp.

Izumi

We have yet to decide on a location as well as which troupes will be participating. Is this going to be some sort of proposal or request?

Sakyo

Do not think of this as just any ordinary practice, but in fact a special experience that will expand our skillset.

Kazunari

We totally gotta go somewhere really cool! Like on our tours or some big trip, right!?

Sakyo

Declined. What kind of money do you think we have?

Itaru

A one-way pilgrimage to the holy land of games.

Sakyo

Only you would wanna go somewhere like that. Declined.

Misumi

A triangle hunting training camp to find triangles~!

Sakyo

How would we even tie triangles into a play? Declined.

Citron

Me!!

Izumi

Yes, go ahead, Citron.

Sakyo

Hmm. Where to go...

Citron

Let’s go to Zahra!

Sakyo

Huh?

Izumi

Go to the Kingdom of Zahra!?

To be continued... Read part 2 here!

[theangrypokemaniac]

I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was  inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

...

Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?

[lionaut-blog]

[eddieeatsass]

A Domestic Mess - Stanlon

Mike Hanlon and Stanley Uris were a power couple; anyone who knew them would tell you such. They were inhumanly good at everything they did, outrageously good-looking, and most of all they were just genuinely good people.

From the outside they seemed perfect, but behind closed doors they weren’t as highly polished.

Stan and Mike were a domestic mess. Cleaning? Piece of cake. Laundry? No problem. Grocery shopping? They’ve got it in the bag. But ask them to put those groceries to good use… and suddenly you’ve got a couple of turkeys running around with their heads chopped off.

It’s not that they were bad at cooking, more just that they didn’t do it very often. They knew how to make the basics. Macaroni and cheese, toast and eggs; they knew enough to get them by. But trying new recipes had never been a topic of discussion within the Hanlon-Uris residence.

Which is why it was so shocking when Stan came home one day with a cook-book in hand and two grocery bags ready to burst.

Mike rushed to the front door, quickly taking the heavy bags from Stan’s arms and carrying them to the kitchen.

“What’s all this?” Mike asked quizzically, peering into the contents of one of the sacks.

“So, I was thinking…” Stan began, toeing off his loafers and setting them on the shoe rack.

“Uh-oh.” Mike teased as he began placing things on the counter.

“We should cook more.” Stan continued, ignoring Mike’s humor. “We need to broaden our horizons, try new things.”

“Since when have you thought that?”

“Since earlier today when Janice told me she’d cooked a three-course meal for her six children and grumpy husband on a whim this weekend, ‘just for fun’.” Stan made air quotes around the last bit, quoting Janice’s own words with a scoff. “Who does that for fun!?”

“Janice does, apparently.” Mike responded smartly.

“Yeah, well as much as I hate Janice’s smug nonchalance, it got me thinking; I want to be able to cook for our family one day. I want to be the one in the office boasting about the ridiculous food I fed my ‘too many children’ and ‘terrible husband’.”

Mike cocked an eyebrow, an amused smile on his face.

“Minus the last part, of course.”

“Mhm, of course.” Mike agreed soundly, nodding along.

“So, I impulsively bought a cook book and all the ingredients for the first recipe.”

“What’s the recipe?” Mike asked, picking up the book from the counter.

Stan shrugged as Mike flipped through it backwards, looking at all the brightly colored pages until he landed on the first page, which featured a large photo of a Green Bean Casserole.

“Baby… you hate green beans.”

“I do not hate them, Michael.”

“Last week when your order from Chow’s arrived with green beans in it, you spent ten minutes picking them all out and individually cursing at each one before you’d eat the stir-fry.”

“That was then, and this is now.”

“And now you love green beans?” Mike asked, cocking his eyebrow playfully.

Stan grabbed a green bean from where he’d begun rinsing them off and brought it to his lips, taking a large bite out of the vegetable while holding eye contact with his boyfriend.

Mike watched as Stan’s face constricted into poorly hidden disgust. Watching his nose wrinkle up was possibly the cutest thing Mike had ever seen, and he couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss Stan’s nose before eating the rest of the green bean from his fingers.

“Alright then, let’s get to cooking.” Mike clapped his hands together, earning an encouraged smile from Stan after he quickly swallowed his regret.

The recipe took all of two hours to finish, and by the end Stan was ready to admit defeat. Sat in front of them was a pile of charred slop that looked vaguely like it might have once contained green beans.

“It’s a disaster.” Stan pouted from where he sat on the counter, refusing to look at his monstrosity.

“It’s not that bad…” Mike offered, poking at the food with a fork. He hit an air pocket and warm grease sprayed his hand. “Yeah okay, it’s bad.” He laughed, reaching for a paper towel to clean himself off.

Stan looked solemn, head hung low and eyes sad.

“Hey, at least now Gordon Ramsey won’t have any competition.” Mike tried to joke.

Stan’s eyebrows shot up as his mouth dropped open in mock offense.

“Mike!” He whined, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.

Mike laughed lightheartedly. “I’m sorry baby. Were you really gunning for his title?”

“Maybe I was.” Stan looked away, his tone stubborn.

“Well then, we’ll keep practicing.” Mike promised, exchanging the humor in his voice for sincerity.

Stan refused to look at him, jutting his lip out farther to exaggerate his pout.

“Hey, it was a joke baby. I swear.” Mike said, stepping between Stan’s legs and tilting his chin up so Stan couldn’t avoid his gaze.

'What can I do to make it up to you?” Mike asked, playing along with Stan’s little fit.

“Eat my casserole.” Stan demanded confidently.

Mike’s eyebrows raised to his hairline, a surprised chuckle escaping his mouth.

“Really?”

Stan shot him a look as if to say ‘yeah, really’.

Mike sighed, rolling his eyes playfully and stepping to the side so he was face to face with their dish. He grabbed his fork from earlier and began digging into the least burnt area he could find, scooping a healthy portion on to the utensil and bringing it to his mouth.

“If I die, tell my momma I love her.”

Mike heard Stan make a noise of resentment before it was drowned out with the sound of his chewing. He quickly moved the food to the sides of his mouth, trying to avoid his tongue, and by relation, his taste buds.

But his mouth still found the flavor, and in a moment of complete astonishment, it was actually... fucking delicious.

“Holy shit.” Mike spoke with his mouthful.

“Ew, babylove, don’t talk with your mouth full.” Stan chastised.

“Stan- Stan this is actually good!” Mike continued, ignoring his boyfriend’s reprimand.

Stan looked unconvinced, so Mike grabbed another forkful and shoveled it into his mouth as quickly as possible, grinning (with his mouth still full) after a few bites.

“See!?”

“Okay okay, chew your food before you choke, please.” Stan hopped down from the counter, standing beside Mike and staring down at the unappetizing looking meal they’d prepared.

“There’s no way this actually tastes okay.”

“Better than okay.” Mike loaded up his fork once again, but this time raised it to Stan’s mouth, ushering him to take a bite. “I promise, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

And Stan knew that was true. No matter how small or insignificant the fib may be, Mike had never lied. Honesty was one of the key pillars of their relationship.

So with brave uncertainty, Stan took the food into his mouth, getting ready to have to spit it out when-

“HOLY SHIT!” Stan echoed Mike’s earlier reaction, full mouth and all.

“I know! We did it!” Mike shouted excitedly.

“Fuck you, Gordon Ramsey!” Stan shouted along.

Mike laughed as he walked across the kitchen to grab a few plates. As he was reaching up into their cupboards he felt a pair of arms circle around his waist and a soft pressure against his back.

“Thanks for doing this with me.” Stan murmured into Mike’s shirt.

Mike lowered his arms, placing his hands atop Stan’s.

“I’d do anything, as long as it was with you.”

“You sap.” Stan smiled, his heart filling with joy.

Mike’s stomach growled beneath their hands, alerting them to his increasing hunger. Stan laughed and pulled away from Mike, helping him with their plates.

“Okay, let’s eat this delicious abomination so we don’t have to look at it any longer.”

[askmeanythingmeme]

get those texts roll, fam! as always all information you need is under the cut. 

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

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Axel (Kingdom Hearts) | Headcanons

• Axel's the one who remembers literally everything

• Everyone asks him if they forgot something. He's basically their Google Home.

"Hey, Axel? Do I have any homework today?"

"You have an essay due tomorrow, Roxas."

"Oh, right. Thanks, Axel!"

"Don't mention it."

• Sora is his most frequent asker (and even then he forgets).

• Axel probably studies just a little bit the night before a test and somehow passes with an above average grade.

• No one thinks that's fair, but hey, that's life I guess.

• All the smart kids are jealous.

• Honestly, if he actually put the effort in, he'd be the top student.

• He thinks he doesn't need to waste a lot of time on academia, which angers a lot of people (ahem, Saix).

• But, he's happy to help anyone with studying.

• If he offers to help you, don't decline. Trust me.

• Get his help, and you're guaranteed to pass any exam you have (and have a pretty fun time as well).

• The only thing he really puts effort into is getting to the cafeteria first.

• You have a classroom near the cafeteria? Doesn't matter. Axel's already there, casually eating a cheeseburger.

"Took ya long enough."

• While he waits for everyone to flood in to the cafeteria, he makes small talk with the cafeteria ladies. This resulted in him becoming pretty close to them.

"Hey, Jan. How's the baby doing?"

"Oh, she's going great. She started walking by herself the other day!"

"Wow, really? That's great!"

• Everyone has tried to get to the cafeteria before him. So far, no one has succeeded.

• Demyx still hasn't given up, though.

• Nobody knows how he gets to the cafeteria so quickly. Not even Saix (but it's not like he cares).

• The others have their own theories about the topic, however.

• Sora thinks Axel is secretly Sonic the Hedgehog (but in red, so no one gets suspicious).

"C'mon, guys. Have you seen that hair?"

• Roxas thinks he's an android sent by Cyberlife. He even tried to look for a glowing blue circle on the side of his head once. He didn't find one, though.

"You can stop messing around with my hair now."

"Maybe he's a deviant?"

• Riku just says Axel's a ninja and leaves it at that.

• There is always at least one person talking about it every lunch.

• Axel just chuckles at the ridiculous suggestions. They always beg him to tell them.

• He only winks, saying the same thing every time.

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

Everyone groans and rolls their eyes.

• Sometimes his friends wonder if he's even human (which supports Roxas's android theory).

• Unfortunately, none of the theories are correct. The reason why Axel gets to the cafeteria so quickly is because he knows all the shortcuts around the school.

• Boring, I know. But pretty damn useful if you wanna get somewhere quickly.

• He would tell his friends, but their conspiracy theory sessions are too entertaining for him to do so.

• Whenever Axel's feeling down, seeing Roxas and Sora arguing over whether he's an android or a hedgehog makes his day.

• Axel's pretty popular with the student body. This is because he's a naturally social person. Even the more closed off people respect him.

• He has quite a few admirers. This is the reason why he dreads Valentine's Day. Especially when he has to open his locker.

• A tsunami of love letters whack him in the face when he opens it. He now knows to bring an extra bag for them every Valentine's Day.

• Axel's flattered by all the attention, really. But he hates it when a random first-year comes up to him with a heartfelt confession while he's eating his lunch.

• Not because it's annoying, but because he feels so horrible every time he has to reject them, which makes him too sad to eat his food.

• That's why Valentine's Day is now the one day where he isn't at the cafeteria. Did I mention he also knows of multiple hiding spots in the school?

• Which only intensifies the amount of theories passed around in his friend group.

• Axel does enjoy reading the letters when he gets home, though. It gives him quite the ego boost. But whenever he gets a super creepy letter, he throws it in the trash and pretends he never read it.

• Axel forgot to throw out a letter once while he had Demyx over.

•He went to the bathroom, leaving Demyx alone in the living room.

•The letter la on the coffee table, begging to be read. And Demyx gave in.

• He picked up the letter, wanting to take a little peek. Demyx wanted to see what other girls thought about his friend.

• Let's just say the letter included a lot of....inappropriate words and sayings. It scarred the poor boy for months.

• When Axel got back from the bathroom, he found Demyx with a cherry red face and on the verge of fainting.

"Holy crap, Demyx. Are you alright?"

• It looked like Demyx's soul was leaving his body.

• Axel profusely apologised for scarring his friend, promising to buy him sea-salt ice-cream later.

• Questionable letters aside, the abundance of letters also come with lots of chocolates, which he lets his friends eat.

• It's become a tradition for everyone to come to Axel's house in order to eat all of the chocolate. There's always at least one person who comes to school the next day with a stomach ache.

• On one occasion, Xion ate homemade chocolates from one admirer, which resulted in very bad food poisoning. She didn't come to school for a week after that. Xion is now a lot more cautious when she attends one of Axel's chocolate tasting sessions.

• Axel is an absolute tank in Dodgeball (and a lot other sports, actually). If he aims a ball in your direction, run for your life. Don't even think about trying to catch it.

• Choosing teams in P.E is basically just each team captain arguing over who gets first pick, because everyone wants Axel on their team.

• Once a team captain chooses Axel, the other scrambles to pick other good players in order to stand a chance.

• Riku and Sora are pretty good contenders. They work really well together. They're the perfect dynamic duo. Axel knows to try and separate them. They're a lot easier targets when they're apart.

• Vanitas gives quite a challenge, too. If you can get him to play. On the rare occasion when he actually puts effort in, he can be pretty aggressive.

• Ventus, Terra and Aqua have attempted to beat him on multiple occasions, only succeeding a handful of times. Like Riku and Sora, they work perfectly together. They are sometimes referred to as "The Holy Trinity", because of their popularity and how close they are.

• But damn, if both sides assemble good teams, it's all out war. Which makes for a bloody amazing show.

• It's pretty much the Colloseum. A supervolcano of shouts erupt from the sidelines and the playing field. It's the noisiest but most entertaining thing ever.

• There are people screaming war cries, a hurricane of dodgeballs crossing from one side to the other. You probably wouldn't wanna anger anyone right before a P.E class, just in case you end up playing dodgeball.

"AHHHHH! THIS IS FOR STEALING MY MACARONI AND CHEESE!"

"Oomph!"

• It's like the biggest football game of the year at the end. Cheers, wolf-whistles, fist-bumps and high-fives all go around the winning team, as they rub their victory in the losing team's face.

• The losing team wallow in their pity for the rest of day. Unless someone like Sora is on their team. Sora manages to give everyone a morale boost, because that boy just radiates positivity.

• All in all, Axel loves his school. Not for the education, but for the amount of good times and funny shit that happens there. And his friends. Definitely his friends.

• He'd never admit out loud, but he looks forward to school because of his friends.

BONUS:

• Axel cried a bit during his graduation speech, and bawled his eyes out at the afterparty.

• No one had ever seen him so emotional, so they didn't know what to do. Saix and a few others stepped in to give Axel reassuring words, while everyone else scrambled to get him some sea-salt ice-cream.

• Axel's highschool years are definitely the highlight of his life so far. It's always so fun reminiscing about them. Especially with the stress of university/college.

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This is an old one from a while back (it’s on our other joint account on Wattpad). Axel might be a little OOC, but I still hope it’s enjoyable??

- Writer Arielle

[lothirielswanmarvel]

Dinner with the Avengers (and a Turtle)

The clang of iron against wood smacked my ears sharply. Shouts arose in the distance–some out of fear, others were battlecries. A plethora of smells attacked me at the same time in a merciless cycle. I was doing what many would dream to do, but few would dare to accomplish.

Sit at the dinner table with the Avengers.

"Let us feast!" Thor boomed, holding his fork high before it dived into the mountain of lasagna on his plate.

"Wait!" Steve Rogers stared down everyone, mentally breaking our resolve and making us set our utensils down. He reached out to Tony on one side, and Natasha on the other.

"We have to say grace first." He said.

Tony snorted and rolled his eyes, but a sharp kick from Pepper under the table made him take Captain Steroid's hand. Natasha joined hands with Clint, and Bruce, who came in late from the lab and could take the last seat available, was seated next to Thor. We all knew the terror of this position: anyone who sat close to Thor was bound to be peddled in crumbs and stains, along with being scarred for life.

"Bless this food and the hands that prepared it," I peeped open an eye to catch Pepper's smirk, and Thor's excitedness that he made edible human food (not really, Pepper kept him away from the dishes...all of them).

"Many thanks for the meal and company, especially our new friend, Sam."

Sam Wilson, who also contributed to making the heap of lasagna, sat a few seats away from me. I didn't know much about him except that, like Rhodey, he was also from the military. The two were sitting next to each other now, itching to exchange their war stories.

Tony sighed as Steve continued, "What a blessing to come together today. Our thoughts are with Clint as he battles his coffee addiction–"

"And by battling, you mean giving up and living at Starbucks." Clint mumbled, silenced by a nudge from Natasha's arm.

"–And with Bruce, who has survived another day in Tony's lab. Our thoughts are with everyone else as they go through another day in the twenty-first century–by the way, God, the forties were better–may everyone be blessed and filled with happiness."

"You're forgetting someone." Steve opened his eyes for the first time since he started speaking. Bruce gave him a knowing look.

"Come on, he deserves some recognition!"

"Fine." Steve shut his eyes again, and angled his face towards the ceiling. "Our thoughts are also with Bruce's new turtle, who left the dog park to join this circus."

All eyes fell on Bruce, who was holding Thor's hand in one fist and a squirming-green glob in the other. It was Bruce's new companion after a crazy day at the park running from soccer moms. The turtle hadn't been around for long, but Bruce already had plans to make him mascot of the Science Bros cult.

"He had to!" Bruce replied defensively, acknowledging the green-shelled tortoise in front of him. "There was a duck uprising at the park! And the soccer moms were chasing after me for fresh meat!"

"Bruce! Respect your elders!" Steve remarked. He regained his composure, and finished the prayer, "Jesus give me–us!–strength...Amen."

"Amen." Tony the Atheist rolled his eyes in disgust. Thor was amazed by this new custom, at least until he found out it was for another totally different God other than himself.

The mountain of lasagna was eagerly passed around as Thor boasted about his newfound cooking skills. Bruce edged away from the Asgardian right next to him, sacrificing his salad bowl to his turtle.

"The art of Midgardian cooking holds my interest!" Thor declared. "And after assisting Lady Pepper with the main dish, I had time to prepare an Asgardian delicacy for my dear friends!"

Pepper's eyes widened with fear, but she kept her composure. "T-Thor, that's okay. Really, we made tons of food, we can save it for later–"

"I shall bring it forth!" For the first time ever, Thor ran away from a full plate of food for something presumably less edible and more terrifying. There were some panicked glances shared around the room before Sam spoke up.

"You guys have an amazing pad, here." He replied before taking a bite of a breadstick.

Pepper's frigid demeanour vanished. "Thank you so much, Sam! We're happy you could visit us–Steve has told us a lot about you."

"All good, I'm hopin'." Sam replied.

"The best," I spoke up before digging into mouth-watering crimson sauce dotted with spicy herbs. "I heard you're a fan of Marvin Gaye."

"Yes ma'am." He said with a dashing smile I'm sure he learned from Steve himself–that's probably where his manners came from, too. "You're interested in him?"

"Well, I hear it from Tony's bedroom a lot, so I kinda have to." I replied.

Pepper nearly choked on a forkful of lasagna as Natasha shot Tony a dark glare. Clint covered his face with a napkin, snickering underneath the beige veil.

"Are you into Bell Biv Devoe too?"

"Yeah! Steve, why have you been hogging this person all to yourself?"

"And the Commodores?"

"Are you trying to make me fangirl, Y/N?" Sam wiggled his eyebrows at me, his massive arms folded on the table.

"Michael Jackson!" I grinned.

"You're killing me!"

"Do you think that's a good name for him?" Bruce replied.

We all looked at him. "Who?"

Bruce pointed at his turtle, who was nudging a part of the pasta with its nose. "My turtle. I don't know, Michael Jackson is too snazzy–I want to name him after a periodic element!"

At the mention of science, Tony became invested in the conversation. I watched the new entertainment with amusement as I took a bite of the lasagna. Pepper and Sam had done a marvelous job; the mix of gooey parmesan, the soft texture of noodles, and more invaded my mouth as a welcome intruder.

"Does he look like a Seaborgium?" Bruce picked up the squirming turtle who was playing with it's meal and held him right in front of his face, nose to nose. "Maybe we can call him Rubidium and nickname him Ruby?"

"How's Cobalt sound?" Pepper suggested.

"That's pretty cool," Bruce shrugged, and propped up his turtle on his silverware. "Any others, though?"

Natasha patted her perfect crimson lips dry on her napkin. "Boron?"

"Eh, Tony would nickname him 'moron'–don't act like that's not true, Tony."

"Germanium?"

"Steve would hate him, and Tony would call him Hitler."

"Seriously, Bruce?!"

"Yes I am, Tony."

"Bismuth?" Pepper replied, nibbling on her salad.

"That sounds like meth, Pepper." I said.

She gagged on her food, once again striking Tony's shin under the circular table. The great Iron Man squealed and withered under Pepper's scowl.

"She's right. Tony would think that way." Bruce looked down at his tortoise, disappointed.

"But you're not supposed to." Nat's eyes burned deep into my soul across the table. I shivered and sunk low in my seat, trying to hide under the white tablecloth.

"I can't name him Rhodium. There can only be one." Bruce glanced up at Rhodey.

"How about Xenon?" Tony finally offered, leaning over the table to offer the turtle his entire bowl of salad. Pepper slapped his arm.

"Ouch!"

"Eat your vegetables, Tony!"

"But mom!"

"Now!"

"It's cuter in the bedroom..." Tony muttered, making my face turn red as I was scarred for life. That was one thing Marvin Gaye couldn't keep me from.

"Eh, I don't want to name him after a noble gas." Bruce watched as his little friend scurried over to a spare piece of lettuce that had fallen out of Tony's bowl and started to devour it.

"I HAVE RETURNED, MY FRIENDS!"

We all instinctively flinched at Thor's voice, but that wasn't the worst part. My nose wrinkled as another smell wafted into the room, mixing horribly with the spicy herbs of the lasagna. It was a pungent smell...and it was advancing towards the table.

Thor dropped a dish of nightmares on the table, it's true monstrous form hidden under a cloak of tin foil. That didn't stop tons of tiny flies from scurrying over it.

Bruce clutched his turtle to his chest defensively. "Holy cannoli...is that Tony's offspring?"

Tony snapped, "Ha ha. I'll have you know that I am civilized in the lab, Bruce."

"I'm in there with you, Tony-Macaroni. Nothing comes out of there alive again."

"You do!"

"I lost my soul the first time I went in there!"

"Is that because I stole your heart, Brucie?"

Thor beamed down at his disgusting Frankenstein. It's face hadn't even been revealed, and my stomach was ready to run away and leave me behind to rot. I wouldn't blame it, personally.

"Who would like to try it first?" Thor studied the pale faces of the people sitting at the table. "Ms. Potts, would you like to–"

"No thank you! I'm a vegan." Pepper quickly stuttered.

"Starting when?" Tony remarked.

"Starting now."

"Perhaps our new guest should have the honors." Thor turned to Sam, who I pitied more than ever.

I could see the fear in his eyes. Clint, being a fellow bird, stretched out a wing towards a feather in need, "You know what, man? Food is lame. Like, who needs it, anyway? I just live off of dust...and dirt...and Natasha's scraps."

Natasha sipped a wine glass that I knew was vodka. She nodded afterwards. To my surprise, she didn't show any reaction yet to Thor's death plate. Maybe it was all the alcohol–she needed a lot to deal with Tony, so everything was probably a blur to her.

Thor gasped when he laid eyes on Bruce's new pet. He bellowed, "What is this mighty creature?"

"He's my friend," Bruce held it closer to his chest, "I found him at the dog park. He survived the duck uprising."

"Maybe we should call him Thorium," Rhodey said thoughtfully. "Especially if that means our lives are spared from not dying at this dinner table."

Thor grinned at the turtle. "If you do not wish to taste my feast prepared, perhaps I can cook it for you! I can roast it in Clint's coffee for extra zest!"

Everyone at the table shot Thor terrified looks.

"You're not cooking my friend!" Bruce remarked, scooting his chair away from Thor. The sudden movement made the layer of bugs on Thor's platter shift. The insides of my stomach swirled with waves of nausea. I wasn't hungry anymore.

"And you are not wasting my coffee!" Clint stated firmly. I took a closer look at Clint and, loan behold, there was a Starbucks cup underneath the table near him. Steve would kill him later.

"That's a no on Thorium..." Tony uttered. Pepper was too petrified of the dish on the table to snap at him.

That turtle is in for bad luck: being roasted by Thor, forced to endure the torture of being the Science Bros mascot–

Science Bros.

Science Bros.

Bros.

"Bromine." I said. "Bromine sounds cool...if you like it."

The turtle squirmed in Bruce's hands, and he took it as a sign. Bruce stared at the little guy, almost asking for permission. "Bromine...I like that. Bro-Bro is the coolest!"

"I deem thee Bromine Bruceson, worthy of living under the roof of the Avengers!" Thor cheered.

"This was much more interesting than a night of Netflix 'n Chill." Sam replied.

[verdigrisprowl]

Jan 7 Dancitron Movie Night - Gotham s2 e10-13

They talked about body cameras. Gotham could use some.

Today NoodlesAtNight 7:36 pm *Soundwave has everything set up already, but is not parked on his couch. For some reason, Earth's signal is a little weak today. Must be some objects getting in the way. He's tinkering quietly beneath one of the floor panels in front of the video wall.* NoodlesAtNight 7:59 pm ((get whatever you need, we're starting in approximately 10-15)) SCProwl 8:00 pm *maneuvers through the furniture toward the front of the room where Soundwave is fiddling* Is something wrong with it? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:00 pm *enter dragon! she's got plenty of snacks for everyone! totally didn't overcompensate for missing last movie night! the previous sentence is a lie!* Hello, Soundwave, everyone! NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm *Soundwave looks up at his timeline's Prowl for a moment, pings her hello, and returns to messing with the equipment.* [[He is running diagnostics. The feed is slightly glitchy tonight and he is trying to determine whether it is on his end or Earth's.]] Today NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm *A feeler lifts over his shoulder to wave at the dragon.* [[You could singlehandedly feed the minicon complex's inhabitants for a night, dragon. That is, for the record, a compliment.]] SCProwl 8:02 pm *nods in greeting to the dragon and then returns the ping* Is there anything I can assist you with or is this an issue you can solve more easily on your own? NoodlesAtNight 8:03 pm *Considers.* [[Are you capable of testing a signal array if it has an inbuilt readout with port?]] Boomtank 8:03 pm -wanders in, before making his way towards the front- Um... What's wrong? SCProwl 8:04 pm I am, yes. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm That's a compliment I'll bear with pride. *goes to put everything on the Designated Snack Counter* NoodlesAtNight 8:04 pm [[Minor feed glitches.]] *Soundwave sends Prowl some coordinates. Hop to bridging, miss.* [[Attempting to identify the source of the problem.]] verdigrisprowl 8:05 pm *appears* opatoes 8:05 pm /Smokescreen's coming in and is quickly making a leap for the couch! He's missed a couple nights and it's great to be back!/ Soundwave, everyone, hey! What'd I miss? SCProwl 8:05 pm *will do just that* Swervester 8:05 pm [oozes himself over a couch] Boomtank 8:05 pm Ah. Do you need help? Or was that what Prowl just got to? NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm ((in other words: i'm stealing a few minutes to finish eating real quick and rabbit is being slightly glitchy audio quality wise tonight))

[[Here - take over testing, would you? He should catch Smokescreen up.]] *Pings Prowl and Swerve hello* verdigrisprowl 8:06 pm *pings hello back* Boomtank 8:06 pm Alright then. -and is going to do just that- NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm ((@Smokey mun - http://slenderwave.tumblr.com/private/181594024362/tumblr_pkmh7dHzQT1rj4udt

http://slenderwave.tumblr.com/private/181619172547/tumblr_pko2wcgjT11rj4udt )) ((episode data for 4-9)) NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm ((five minutes get what you want and get settled!)) NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm *And he's transferred that data now. Time to check on what Blaster and Prowl have got.* Swervester 8:10 pm [pings hi back] Swervester 8:11 pm //excellent my dinner finished cooking in time SCProwl 8:11 pm @SW: [[Everything is in working order here. The problem is not on our end.]] Boomtank 8:12 pm Nothing wrong here. Think it might be Earth having the problem. opatoes 8:12 pm Thank you, Soundwave! I wanna say I'm all caught up, now, but trying to put it all together's a bit weird. I'm sure I'll be fine once I see it, though! NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm [[Hm. That's three votes for Earth. Earth it is. Thank you - just place the floor plate back where it goes, please. It will self-lock.]]

*He heads over to Prowl and takes his seat. Join him?* SCProwl 8:13 pm *will take that bridge back now* Boomtank 8:14 pm -and scrambling out of the floor, and shoving the plate back in place- There we go. NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm GOTHAM S2 10-12 (13?)// Violence, blood, death, excessive police force, foul language, the usual. Drill to the head. Poor depictions of mental illness, psychiatric abuse. The most disgusting body horror scene in the entire SERIES. Lung failure and coughing up blood throughout 12/13. Eye gore. I'll try to remember in time to notify for these last few.)) opatoes 8:14 pm ((SADZXCBN i set my macaroni for 73 minutes by accident and i'm glad i caught it before it was gonna be a problem NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm ((oh my god)) Boomtank 8:14 pm ((holy shit SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:15 pm ((oshit)) verdigrisprowl 8:15 pm *does, of course, join Soundwave* NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm *Soundwave brings a whole medium-sized plate of snacks over to himself with the help of his feelers and gives Prowl's shoulder a quick bunt while everyone's settling in.* opatoes 8:15 pm ... Wait, did someone die NoodlesAtNight 8:15 pm *He's ready to watch.* opatoes 8:16 pm I mean, I guess someone died 'cause they're not just lugging around a living person's body in a coffin, but what NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm [[Yes. Officer Gordon chose not to kill a cannibal hitman he had already defeated. They later killed another officer.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:17 pm *the dragon is never going to be able to stop feeling warm and fuzzy about Soundwave appreciating the snacks. it's nice to feel appreciated as a cook.* opatoes 8:17 pm Guess that cannibal guy wanted some bacon? ... 'Cause, you know. Cops. Goats. NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm [[...Goats?]] verdigrisprowl 8:18 pm "Become a murderer," she says, like he isn't already a murderer. opatoes 8:18 pm ... Isn't that what humans call cops? frag i thought that said galvatron for a klik MedicalMurdersaurus 8:18 pm *FLIPS AND ROLLS INTO THE ROOM* HI NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm [[Hello, Swoop. Sit down.]] Swervester 8:18 pm She has a lot of faith that the mayor's going to do the thing. This entire town is corrupt what makes her think the guy's not going to get off? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:19 pm *scampers around* Bird NoodlesAtNight 8:19 pm [[No Bird tonight, Swoop. She is taking care of an errand.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:19 pm Why? NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm [[...Because that is one of her duties.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:21 pm Dumb >: verdigrisprowl 8:21 pm Oh, he survived. ... But the good one didn't. Boomtank 8:21 pm -huffs and settles into his seat- This...isn't going to end well SCProwl 8:22 pm Unfortunately. NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm [[The bitten one?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:22 pm *hops up to sit on the back of a sofa* verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm I meant the other captain. verdigrisprowl 8:23 pm The one who had the job about a day. NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm [[Ah. Yes, most unfortunate. He thinks he would have liked to see what she might have done in office.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:23 pm What movie? verdigrisprowl 8:23 pm Same. NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm [[Gotham, Swoop. The Batman as a youngling.]] opatoes 8:24 pm I almost forgot Bruce sometimes went to school MedicalMurdersaurus 8:24 pm Me Swoop like Batman : > MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm Us watch cartoon Batman! NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm [[Perhaps another time.]] Boomtank 8:26 pm ..... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:26 pm Honestly, I'm surprised that his docent still takes him there. It seems like he would be in danger there. opatoes 8:26 pm Oh man, I love those old Batman cartoons, Swoop NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm [[You may not have figured this out yet despite attending for months and months, but generally speaking, he shows what he has scheduled, not what someone suddenly asks him to put on.]] Swervester 8:26 pm Should he be able to move like that after being tabbed SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:27 pm ...Why. Why did he pull the knife out. That's a good way to bleed to death. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm You Soundwave boring Boomtank 8:27 pm HOLY-! NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm [[...He doesn't think they were concerned about bleeding to death.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:27 pm ...Ah. Well, I guess he doesn't have to worry about that. opatoes 8:27 pm There's this one ancient one from like... 1992? It's fun! MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm kehehHEHEHH opatoes 8:27 pm Also, Also, Soundwave, what do you have scheduled after this? Or is it a surprise? verdigrisprowl 8:27 pm ... There's a Batman cartoon? NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm [[There are several.]] Boomtank 8:27 pm He's...very dead. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:27 pm YAH! It pretty cool. NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Hm. After we wrap the second batch of documentaries, we will see Over The Hedge, Venom, and Rampage.]] verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm *glances at Soundwave* Are any of them good? *by Soundwave's standards, not Swoop's.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:28 pm YAH! SCProwl 8:28 pm What are those about? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:29 pm Speaking of getting /kidnapped/... NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm *Soundwave considers the question.* [[At least two. One a little more than the other, or so Rumble tells him.]] Swervester 8:29 pm [squints] How fake is that kidnappiong verdigrisprowl 8:29 pm Very fake. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:29 pm Extremely. NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm [[She's really very sensible, this Lee human.]] opatoes 8:30 pm sewer monks Boomtank 8:30 pm ...... Boomtank 8:31 pm Well, it works MedicalMurdersaurus 8:31 pm What sewer is? Swervester 8:31 pm Humans living in sewers is weird. opatoes 8:31 pm ... teenage mutant ninja sewer monks Swervester 8:31 pm Seems unhygenic. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:31 pm OH! Ninja Turtles thing : > NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm [[....What.]] opatoes 8:32 pm Wh. Boomtank 8:32 pm It is...but it works verdigrisprowl 8:32 pm It'd be a believable lie if he were a believable liar. Boomtank 8:33 pm If it's anything like the tunnels SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:33 pm He doesn't have to be. No one ever pays attention to him- almost as if they're worried that he'll start talking to them. verdigrisprowl 8:33 pm Hff. opatoes 8:33 pm Scream as loud as you can and burst his eardrums NoodlesAtNight 8:33 pm ((interesting fact: tom the knife's actor really has got a glasgow smile. poor guy got jumped outside a bar once years ago)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:34 pm ((damn)) verdigrisprowl 8:34 pm ((sad, but useful for a character actor I guess)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:34 pm SMACK! Keheh NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm ((ye)) Boomtank 8:34 pm ((yikes SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:34 pm ((ouch)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((those get infected super easily too, IIRC. glad he didn't lose his face, I suppose)) NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm ((same)) verdigrisprowl 8:35 pm ((yeah)) verdigrisprowl 8:36 pm Ah. So the kidnapping IS real. NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm [[Oh dear.]] Swervester 8:36 pm Huh. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:36 pm Dead? Swervester 8:36 pm I really thought she was in on it based on past behavior. verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm It was certainly a possibility. NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm [[So did he. It seemed rather convenient at the time.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:37 pm She might have been in on it but not aware that they were going to kill her in it. I doubt that her uncle wouldn't consider her expendable. Boomtank 8:38 pm ..... NoodlesAtNight 8:38 pm [[He thinks you are right. He already threatened to kill his own sister.]] verdigrisprowl 8:38 pm Primus, these are such foul excuses for cops. NoodlesAtNight 8:39 pm [[You'll hear no arguments from him.]] verdigrisprowl 8:39 pm If they can't torture information out of someone then they don't know how to get information. Swervester 8:40 pm That name's familiar verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm I don't believe her. NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm [[Why is that?]] Swervester 8:40 pm ... verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm Oh! Swervester 8:40 pm Huh. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:40 pm Oho! NoodlesAtNight 8:40 pm [[She has n-- ....]] verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm Hah! Primus! SCProwl 8:40 pm Clever. Boomtank 8:41 pm HAH! Swervester 8:41 pm I was totally right. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:41 pm Sneaky Cat-human. opatoes 8:41 pm Don't a lot of people end up lying when they're getting tortured Swervester 8:41 pm I had a weird hunch that Bruce was fine and it wasn't wrong. NoodlesAtNight 8:41 pm [[What a sharp little feline.]]

[[That they do, Smokescreen.]] [[You have a good instinct, Swerve.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:41 pm Yes. Torture is not an effective way of gaining information. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:42 pm *flops backwards off the sofa and onto the ground* verdigrisprowl 8:42 pm Torture doesn't work. Boomtank 8:43 pm ..... verdigrisprowl 8:43 pm Torture produces answers, but not truthful answers. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:43 pm *sprawls out, limbs everywhere* Boomtank 8:43 pm You are screwed girl NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm [[Hardening his spa-- heart, already, he sees.]] Swervester 8:44 pm OH. Clever? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:44 pm ((lovin that batman voice, gordon)) Swervester 8:44 pm //that monk's voice is weirdly deep SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm ...That's going to give him an infection. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:45 pm Who knows what's been on that knife. Boomtank 8:45 pm -facepalms- NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm *Soundwave keeps quiet about what does and doesn't produce answers. Certain parties in here don't need to be reminded about the Patch.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:45 pm boooooooooooooooooooring Swervester 8:45 pm Aw he was getting him to talk too. verdigrisprowl 8:45 pm Nice of him to actually give a blessing, though. NoodlesAtNight 8:45 pm [[...Why do you say that?]] *Actual curious look.* Swervester 8:45 pm .... Alfred please. verdigrisprowl 8:46 pm ... Because it's nice. I kind of thought he was going to spit on his forehead. opatoes 8:46 pm ... Why does anybody stay in this town, anyway? NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[Oh. Yes, that - that is nicer than spitting, he will agree to that.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:46 pm *pops up for the fight scene* Boomtank 8:46 pm Alfred Swervester 8:46 pm Just shoot Alfred. It's self defense. NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm [[Likely for the same reasons mechs stayed in Kaon, Blaster City, Slaughter City, Yuss... you cannot afford to leave.]] Boomtank 8:47 pm Alfred the hell. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:47 pm She did exactly that. opatoes 8:47 pm True... verdigrisprowl 8:47 pm Is Yuss that bad? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:47 pm Me Swoop want to fight in an elevator :V opatoes 8:47 pm I wish I could throw weapons like that SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:47 pm Speaking of infections... Ew. Boomtank 8:47 pm Whoops SCProwl 8:48 pm I could teach you if you'd like. NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm [[It WAS a nice place. A lovely place, in fact. Then the Acid Wastes spread and reached th-- did he say--!]] opatoes 8:48 pm That'd be amazing, Prowl! Swervester 8:48 pm Ugh, I was right that he'd lie on stand. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:48 pm *WHOO* verdigrisprowl 8:49 pm Hm. Who got to the mayor? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:49 pm ((stick up for penguin, gordon)) NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm [[Someone got to him. How did they let that happen? Was no one watching him?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:49 pm *flops back onto the ground like he was shot* Boomtank 8:49 pm ........... What just happened opatoes 8:49 pm Seriously Boomtank 8:49 pm Are you NoodlesAtNight 8:49 pm [[And elevators are terrible places for fights.]] Especially if you have unusually long and awkward limbs. Boomtank 8:50 pm ugh NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm *Mumble.* [[Punch him.]] SCProwl 8:50 pm Perhaps Galavan's people? He did have officers loyal to him, yes? Swervester 8:50 pm Gordon! verdigrisprowl 8:50 pm *HUFF* NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm *Mumble.* [[Thank you.]] opatoes 8:50 pm Gordon no Swervester 8:50 pm As satisfying as that was, he should not have done that Boomtank 8:50 pm -snorts- verdigrisprowl 8:50 pm No, he should not. Boomtank 8:51 pm I feel like doing that some days NoodlesAtNight 8:51 pm [[Galavan does, yes. He had hoped Barnes would have managed to pick better guards for the mayor.]] Swervester 8:51 pm [makes vague noise] Wasn't Malone one of the early gang people. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:51 pm ...Ah, young love. NoodlesAtNight 8:51 pm [[That was Maroni.]] SCProwl 8:51 pm ((baby batcat <3 Swervester 8:52 pm Oh. Okay. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm *could melt under the weight of his disappointment in this show not being all fight scenes* verdigrisprowl 8:52 pm If she asks for permission first, she's not stealing the car, is it? NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm @P: [[He is glad you do not steal cars when he compliments you. For one thing, he isn't a car anymore.]] *Soundwave would like to see that happen to Swoop. Then they'd know exactly what it takes to beat a Dinobot.* verdigrisprowl 8:53 pm @S «I don't know what I'd do with a car.» NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm @P: [[Use it in your human holoform mode?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:53 pm *lifts his head up just some in the hope gore is coming* verdigrisprowl 8:53 pm @S «I'd use myself.» Swervester 8:53 pm Maybe he should start wearing personal hidden cameras or something, he'd get so much evidence that way NoodlesAtNight 8:54 pm @P: [[Then he has no idea.]] *Amusement ping.* [[...That is /brilliant,/ Swerve.]] Boomtank 8:54 pm A lot Swervester 8:55 pm Like if he was recording right now????? verdigrisprowl 8:55 pm Should be standard for police, really. I've been reading up on it. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:55 pm *flops back so hard his helm makes a loud THUNK on the floor* NoodlesAtNight 8:55 pm [[Oh? What does the reading say?]] *Absolutely interested in spying for better work.* Boomtank 8:55 pm Ouch MedicalMurdersaurus 8:55 pm *HEARS PAIN!* Swervester 8:55 pm I assume they took his gun and that's why he didn't do something smarter like SHOOT HIM MedicalMurdersaurus 8:55 pm *rolls onto his tummy and watches with his chin in his hands* Kehehhehh Him suck NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm [[Hm. Quite a lot to this Galavan fleshling beneath the surface. And of course they would have taken his gun.]] Boomtank 8:56 pm Yikes.... Boomtank 8:57 pm More yikes SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:57 pm ...Penguin human. He's unconscious. NoodlesAtNight 8:57 pm [[Jim could have worse 'friends' than the Penguin. Better ones. But also worse.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:57 pm Fight fight fight! Boomtank 8:57 pm Bruce, run NoodlesAtNight 8:58 pm [[Is a garbage heap really the best hiding place with an open wound?]] Boomtank 8:58 pm Annnnd that's infected now Swervester 8:58 pm Was he unconcious in the truck? Don't human garbage trucks crush trash before it gets that far??? verdigrisprowl 8:58 pm The reading says, in most societies, it's not a bad idea. Swervester 8:58 pm ... Was he down there this whole time. SCProwl 8:59 pm I suppose my visor could double as a camera. If one doesn't mind seeing the entire EM spectrum all at once. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:59 pm ((this show has such EXCELLENT suits)) SCProwl 8:59 pm ((i have a lot of feelings about the suits in this show tbh Boomtank 8:59 pm That'd hurt verdigrisprowl 8:59 pm I'd kind of like to use it here, but I can't make too many changes at once before people rebel. NoodlesAtNight 9:00 pm [[And they are allowed to use the video captured as evidence?]]

[[Well, you should pin it for later. He thinks it could be interesting - in both directions. Imagine how many more pages you could fill in your reports when firing the corrupt.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:00 pm Everyone talk dumb. Them FIGHT now! verdigrisprowl 9:01 pm That's half the point. The other half is to get concrete evidence to use when judging accusations of enforcer misconduct. Boomtank 9:01 pm ....yeah, no NoodlesAtNight 9:01 pm *As he'd hoped. He's already on board with this personal video thing. So much.* Swervester 9:01 pm Ed is this smart. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:01 pm ((gay)) NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm ((heh)) opatoes 9:02 pm rip ed SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm No, it's a terrible idea. Ed's going to get in so much trouble. NoodlesAtNight 9:03 pm ((i love that shot ;; )) verdigrisprowl 9:03 pm ... Plus, people tend to behave better when they know they're on camera. SCProwl 9:03 pm Perhaps we could introduce it here in Praxus. Our population is small enough that they may more easily adjust. NoodlesAtNight 9:03 pm [[Yes. Yes, they do.]] *The tiniest smile.*

[[You would be willing to try that?]] *To his own timeline's Prowl.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:05 pm *slowly rolls like a childish log around the floor* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:05 pm Goddess, what a useless human. Swervester 9:05 pm Is she actually his niece? verdigrisprowl 9:06 pm Let me know how it goes. I've seen such systems on other worlds, but not on a Cybertron. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:06 pm I hope not. SCProwl 9:06 pm I'd like to look at what you've been reading, Captain, but I want to ensure this new police force doesn't become what it was before the war. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:06 pm *rooooooolll roooooooooooollll* NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm [[Swoop, for Primus' sake, go run laps outside if you need something to do.]] SCProwl 9:07 pm I sincerely doubt Silver is going to succeed here. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:07 pm Me Swoop don't waaaaaannnttt to laps! opatoes 9:08 pm there's my house verdigrisprowl 9:09 pm ... There were a couple of citystates that used cameras before the war, but exclusively to the enforcers' benefit. Footage was suppressed and destroyed if it wasn't to the enforcers' advantage. So I hardly count it as the same system. Swervester 9:09 pm Oh my god officer lady. verdigrisprowl 9:10 pm Why does he think he knows Gym better than she does? She's known Gym longer than him. Swervester 9:10 pm I expected bats verdigrisprowl 9:11 pm He's scared of bats. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:11 pm *kicks his foot up and holds onto it * *is now an asymmetrical lump* verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm She's not. Boomtank 9:13 pm What verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm she's saying that to get him to stay. Boomtank 9:13 pm Oh verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm Or leave, rather. SCProwl 9:13 pm Steps would have to be taken to ensure something like that didn't happen then. *contemplating the idea somewhat, debating pros and cons and possible scenarios* verdigrisprowl 9:13 pm Stay with her, not stay in Gotham. Boomtank 9:13 pm Makes sense NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm ((sorry had to run off briefly, back)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:14 pm *rolls onto his back, gets his hands and feet under him and -- TA DA-- he is now a bridge* verdigrisprowl 9:14 pm The most obvious solution would be to make all the footage public, all the time; however, that would mean that a great many people's very traumatic, very private moments were up for public consumption at all time. verdigrisprowl 9:15 pm The next best solution, I think, would be to ensure that the enforcers aren't the ones that hold the footage. Keep it in the hands of an independent department that doesn't answer to the police. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm *Perks.* Swervester 9:15 pm Wow. NoodlesAtNight 9:15 pm [[Corrupt enforcers would count as an internal threat to be monitored.]] *Casually.* [[Another department would work.]] Boomtank 9:15 pm Buuut Jim really should have just told her he's trying to...save...Bruce? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:16 pm *Welp. She's dead.* verdigrisprowl 9:16 pm Why did the guard just hand the gun over without question. Boomtank 9:16 pm That's not good. Swervester 9:16 pm How the hell did he find out so fast? verdigrisprowl 9:16 pm ... Does Gym know for sure yet that he's the Son of Gotham? Boomtank 9:16 pm Gunshots are loud. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:16 pm *walk upside down on his hands and feet over to a chair and climbs to perch on it* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:16 pm I assume there's cameras in the cell. NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm [[Because she is a Dumas. Likely they have been trained to respond to whatever they are told.]] verdigrisprowl 9:16 pm I'm thinking this is part of her performance to re-seduce Brace. verdigrisprowl 9:17 pm Turn his own game against him: act like she's been captured along with him. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:18 pm *leeeeeeeeans back until he can get the chair popped up onto two legs and balances that way* NoodlesAtNight 9:18 pm [[At least he is willing to go the roundabout route to get it done.]] *Stretches a feeler over and firmly pushes the chair back onto all four legs.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:19 pm *goodness, the riddling human is very /visibly/ eavesdropping and no one is- ah, there we go.* NoodlesAtNight 9:19 pm ((it's windows, not with us, captioner)) verdigrisprowl 9:19 pm He couldn't help himself. Boomtank 9:19 pm Uh...oh....dear. Ed. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:19 pm *SQUEAKS as he gets plopped back down* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:20 pm ((Riddler/Penguin/Gordon/Lee)) ((I need it)) NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm ((i'd ship it)) Boomtank 9:20 pm .... Swervester 9:20 pm She knows. Boomtank 9:20 pm Jim. Jim you idiot. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm ((H E A L T H Y P O L Y A M O R Y)) verdigrisprowl 9:21 pm ((Lee deserves better than that many concentrated self-destructive tendencies.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm ((true)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm ((but yes puff is right)) SCProwl 9:21 pm ((I ship Lee/no one that exists on this show rn NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm ((lee as vanessa/deadpool)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm ((lmaoooooo valid)) Swervester 9:21 pm Look pretty well makeup'd to me, girl MedicalMurdersaurus 9:21 pm ((lee/deadpool)) verdigrisprowl 9:21 pm ((riddler/penguin/gordon/vanessa)) Swervester 9:22 pm //i must look terrible she says, looking like a model NoodlesAtNight 9:22 pm ((omg)) [[You are being too obvious, child.]] Boomtank 9:23 pm .....eeeesh verdigrisprowl 9:23 pm She might get her kiss just for telling him the truth. Solely to save her life. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:24 pm *leans forward in the chair slowly until he tips over, roll roll rolling to a new spot* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:25 pm ((look at all these people coming out for bruce)) NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm [[Fox is having one pit of an interesting day.]] Boomtank 9:25 pm He's a kind person, he'd...wow verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm He's the only sensible person in the room. NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm [[Of course he is. Lee drove off.]] *And that's something of a shame, because they could really use two sensible people right now.* Boomtank 9:26 pm A menagerie of animals verdigrisprowl 9:26 pm ((Fox/Lee. Only Sensible People)) NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm ((lmao)) Swervester 9:26 pm Ah NoodlesAtNight 9:26 pm [[That is kind of him.]] verdigrisprowl 9:26 pm As I said. Swervester 9:27 pm He's too nice. Boomtank 9:27 pm It is. SCProwl 9:27 pm ((but fox needs to be Bruce's other dad with Alfred tho? verdigrisprowl 9:27 pm ((Alfred and Fox can split custody)) Boomtank 9:28 pm Annnnd this isn't going...Cat. Cat what are you doing? Oh. That. NoodlesAtNight 9:28 pm [[Clearing a way in.]] *Ahh, the days of when his minicons would do that for him.* ((bullock reminds me of that scene in kung fu panda 2 where he's like MY WORST ENEMY! .... STAIRS. )) SCProwl 9:29 pm ((me too, bullock, me too Boomtank 9:29 pm ((Stairs. The enemy of all out of shape people Swervester 9:29 pm //mood NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm [[Ah. She is dead.]] verdigrisprowl 9:30 pm Huh. She legitimately saved his life. Swervester 9:30 pm Should Fox sound so ominous opatoes 9:30 pm pppphffhfh Boomtank 9:31 pm Bullock opatoes 9:31 pm nice SCProwl 9:31 pm ((Tabby <3 NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm ((good tabby <3 )) Swervester 9:31 pm Huh. verdigrisprowl 9:31 pm God, I would have been so confused if I'd been given that crime scene to examine. Swervester 9:31 pm She's a good woman ally I guess NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm [[Which one? The sacrifice scene?]] opatoes 9:32 pm Can she do that again Boomtank 9:32 pm -hides face- Swervester 9:32 pm Did Silver even know how to use that MedicalMurdersaurus 9:32 pm KEHEHH PUSH SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:32 pm What the... NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm [[She did. Her parachute deployed.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:32 pm Me Swoop want to push out a window : > Swervester 9:32 pm Oh. verdigrisprowl 9:32 pm Yes. Trying to make sense of the body that appeared to have fallen to the ground mid-jump. opatoes 9:32 pm shoot him Boomtank 9:33 pm Jim, no MedicalMurdersaurus 9:33 pm Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:33 pm On the one hand... But on the other. NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[A heavy gust of wind from above?]] verdigrisprowl 9:33 pm Put your damn gun down, Gym. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:34 pm Hello, Penguin. Swervester 9:34 pm God opatoes 9:34 pm oswald even has a fluffy coat like a penguin now MedicalMurdersaurus 9:34 pm Why him a penguin? Swervester 9:34 pm Wait what child Boomtank 9:34 pm ..... SCProwl 9:34 pm Lee is carrying. NoodlesAtNight 9:34 pm [[Lee is bearing human spawn, Swerve.]] Swervester 9:34 pm What since when verdigrisprowl 9:34 pm I'm still not convinced. Swervester 9:35 pm Did I miss that Boomtank 9:35 pm -not going to say he'd turn this over to Penguin, but he would- NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm [[She told Jim she was.]] Swervester 9:35 pm I don't recall that. Maybe it was one I missed verdigrisprowl 9:35 pm *sighs* NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm [[It was earlier tonight, at Nygma's.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:35 pm *oh, the dragon would have committed a murder in a heartbeat. Penguin wouldn't have even needed to bring up the child.* Swervester 9:35 pm Oh. NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm *Shakes his head. Damn it, Jim.* Swervester 9:35 pm t have been when I got that call, I tuned out for a bit. That'swhy I don't remember it. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:36 pm : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:36 pm Goddess' fangs, Penguin. Boomtank 9:36 pm ............ NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm [[How far he has fallen.]] *Vent.* Boomtank 9:36 pm Jim. opatoes 9:36 pm ... Man, this reads like some kinda phoenix wright case MedicalMurdersaurus 9:36 pm Aww, that a boring dead : < Boomtank 9:37 pm Jim, you didn't. SCProwl 9:37 pm Appalling. Swervester 9:37 pm So much for clearing corruption verdigrisprowl 9:37 pm Indeed. opatoes 9:37 pm Ji, verdigrisprowl 9:37 pm Sure, it's over—until the next guy. opatoes 9:37 pm Jim Boomtank 9:37 pm ...... verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm Or until the evidence surfaces. NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm [[And it will only be easier, now. It only ever gets easier.]] Boomtank 9:38 pm Yeah... opatoes 9:38 pm Uh MedicalMurdersaurus 9:38 pm KEHEHHEHHEHHH verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm Or until somebody charges him with something. Boomtank 9:38 pm Um...how? NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm *Tilts his helm. What's this, then?* Boomtank 9:39 pm What. Oh yikes NoodlesAtNight 9:40 pm [[Oh - a trial?]] *Leans forward* verdigrisprowl 9:40 pm Not a trial, yet. NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm ((i've been debating, and personally i'd like to do this, but i'll take votes -- this is part 1 of a good 2 parter; do y'all want the extra ep tonight or to keep it split?)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:41 pm ((extra!)) Boomtank 9:41 pm ((extraaaaa! SCProwl 9:42 pm ((i'm good with extra ep because these episodes are great SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:42 pm ((extra ep works for me)) verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm ((sure)) NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm ((cool! she said, winking obnoxiously)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:42 pm Soundwave NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[Yes?]] SCProwl 9:43 pm Ugh. verdigrisprowl 9:43 pm Ugh. NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[And if this is not a trial - is this an internal affairs business?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:43 pm You fight Me Swoop : > NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[...Why are you both ughing his name.]] verdigrisprowl 9:43 pm No, the show. NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[No, Swoop.]] *Pause.* [[At least, not right now.]] SCProwl 9:43 pm *gesture at the screen* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:43 pm Fight later? :V NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[He will consider it.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:44 pm Yay : > Boomtank 9:44 pm Well that's an insult Swervester 9:44 pm OH, they don't trust Jim anymore? NoodlesAtNight 9:44 pm ((i'm SO MAD that we likely don't get to get a twoface outta him)) ((dumb other show hiring him away)) SCProwl 9:44 pm ((*shakes fist at other show* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:44 pm KAHA! Drill to the FACE! NoodlesAtNight 9:44 pm *He'll have to send that clip to Frenzy. Frenzy would like that.* verdigrisprowl 9:45 pm Interesting new attachment. NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm [[Personally, he is disappointed. He was promised a tiny chainsaw.]]

*Looks to Swerve* [[Would you?]] NoodlesAtNight 9:46 pm [][][]Like a sad bear.[][][] Boomtank 9:47 pm ....... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:47 pm ...I wonder how they got it to spin. NoodlesAtNight 9:47 pm ((..........well damn it now I'M wondering)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:48 pm WHOA! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm ((seriously, like- HOLY FUCK)) Boomtank 9:48 pm ..... verdigrisprowl 9:48 pm ... Him versus flamethrower girl. Boomtank 9:48 pm That's....that's a new one SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:48 pm ((but yeah wasn't there supposed to be /wrist/ and stuff back in there? how'd they hitch the electronics up? you can do some funky things with nerves, but still.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:48 pm Flamethrower girl?????? :V NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm [[Oh. Oh, he'd like to see that.]] *Nodding at Prowl.* NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm ((yeah i... i have no idea how that would work. i mean, galavan's rich enough to do the nerve thing i guess? but idk)) opatoes 9:49 pm let it go NoodlesAtNight 9:49 pm [[Don't you /dare/.]] opatoes 9:49 pm But Soundwave... SCProwl 9:49 pm Dare what? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:49 pm ((also, with the monkey experiment along those lines, they had to teach the monkey to think about certain cues before they wired him up. you don't need to do that with humans, but still.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:50 pm Me Swoop don't like being cold Boomtank 9:51 pm ....? NoodlesAtNight 9:51 pm [[...He wonders if Nygma will attack Harvey.]] verdigrisprowl 9:51 pm At least he's pretending to be polite now. Boomtank 9:51 pm Let it go? NoodlesAtNight 9:51 pm @SCP: [[A song that he could not move two inches without hearing for the better part of an Earth year. He likes music, and enjoys repetition, but it was difficult to find anything else via his usual channels.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm [[Jim is in trouble now.]] *Scoots forward.* SCProwl 9:52 pm @SW: [[Ah, yes, that would be annoying.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:52 pm Oh no. opatoes 9:52 pm ((dangit smokey wants to be like "humans really did just need to let it go")) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:53 pm *climbs onto the nearest couch and curls up* NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm ((SUCH SASS)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:53 pm *completely ignoring personal space* Boomtank 9:53 pm Oh dear. verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm Penguin won't sell him out. Boomtank 9:54 pm Penguin wants to take the credit. NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm [[With a debt that size waiting there for him if he covers? No criminal being of good sense would.]] SCProwl 9:54 pm They probably corroborated their stories before the ni--*sighs* verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm Penguin's going to protect his "friend." Boomtank 9:54 pm True MedicalMurdersaurus 9:54 pm ((Gordon is worth more on the force and also Penguin is gay for him and wouldn't want to ruin his life)) Boomtank 9:54 pm ((HAH SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm I feel as though this has gone long past "friend" and into "asset," just like with the riddling human. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:55 pm *looks around for pillows* verdigrisprowl 9:55 pm He gains nothing and loses a huge advantage if he sells Gym out. Plus, he IS now in custody. He could use a friend on the force. ... Since when has "friend" been anything BUT a code word for "asset"? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:55 pm Alright, fair enough. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:55 pm Me Swoop and Her Bird are FRIENDS! :v verdigrisprowl 9:55 pm *case in point.* NoodlesAtNight 9:55 pm [[It hasn't. It only appears that way to those who do not think to make good and consensual use of their friends when the opportunity strikes.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm [[And who are not willing to acknowledge the reverse.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm ...Does he intend to freeze her? verdigrisprowl 9:56 pm The way Penguin uses it, I mean. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:56 pm Ah. opatoes 9:56 pm OH. Ohhhh. Oh. NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm [[Ah. That is a different kind of 'asset'. But you are still correct.]] opatoes 9:56 pm I know who this is now NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm [[...He didn't tell her.]] verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm In general, good friends are also assets. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm Why would he? She'd refuse to let him freeze her if she knew, surely. verdigrisprowl 9:57 pm In Penguin's case, friends are /only/ assets. Swervester 9:57 pm //what did i miss in the last ten minutes i had to clean up Cat Accident SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:57 pm ((there's a man freezing people to save his wife)) ((par for the course)) verdigrisprowl 9:58 pm ((penguin got arrested, in the interrogation room backed up jim's alibi)) Swervester 9:58 pm //is there a sensible reason for freezing lmao verdigrisprowl 9:58 pm ((i almost spelled it "gym," im too used to prowl's confusion)) Swervester 9:58 pm //lmao NoodlesAtNight 9:58 pm ((cryogenics. preserving her until science finds a cure for her disease)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:58 pm Is there a reason that he isn't working with proper lighting? Surely he needs to be able to see things? Swervester 9:58 pm //ah Boomtank 9:58 pm ........... Swervester 9:58 pm //so all the victims are him perfecting it i assume? NoodlesAtNight 9:58 pm ((yeah)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:58 pm ((yup)) verdigrisprowl 9:59 pm Maybe he doesn't like bright lights. Boomtank 9:59 pm What.... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:59 pm ...I don't believe I'd call him insane. verdigrisprowl 10:00 pm But he claimed insanity. Arkham is a sieve. He's clever. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:00 pm Fair enough. Boomtank 10:00 pm ...... Sounds terrifying, no thanks verdigrisprowl 10:01 pm Someone's about to die. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:01 pm It's not ineffective. Some creatures are able to undergo it without ill effects. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:01 pm ((he looks so tiny and scawny)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:02 pm !! *is inspired* *stands on the sofa* *bounces* opatoes 10:02 pm Uh oh NoodlesAtNight 10:02 pm ((if you are easily disturbed by body horror, DO NOT WATCH THIS SCENE I AM NOT KIDDING)) verdigrisprowl 10:03 pm Well, if he didn't plan on killing anybody, why did he bother with the boast? ((... what kind)) NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm ((what ice does when it's hot.)) Boomtank 10:03 pm Um.... SCProwl 10:03 pm ((what snowmen do in summer Boomtank 10:03 pm Is....is...oh verdigrisprowl 10:03 pm ((oh, that's exciting)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:03 pm Hm. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:03 pm *erupts in laughter and flops back down* Him GOO NoodlesAtNight 10:04 pm ((all right y'all are safe now)) Swervester 10:04 pm Is she NoodlesAtNight 10:04 pm ((except for nora being a coughy bloody mess)) Swervester 10:04 pm Oh boy. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:04 pm ((thank u sounds <3)) Well, that looks bad. Lungs should not be full of blood. Boomtank 10:04 pm That...was nasty... verdigrisprowl 10:04 pm ... Maybe he should freeze her first and THEN continue experimenting on other prisoners. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:05 pm It's not the reviving that's the only problem. He doesn't know how to freeze her so that she /can/ be revived. NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm [[And if he does it wrong? He is talking about formulas. He has to perfect it.]] Swervester 10:05 pm Hm. Poor lady. verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm Why's he scolding her? She's got blood on her face. HE should keep track of her prescriptions. Swervester 10:06 pm He didn't even look at the bottle, how the fuck does he know if it has one He has to at least check the info on the bottle to know that. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:06 pm The organic creatures I know of that can be revived have antifreeze in the blood. Boomtank 10:06 pm ((and this is true, I don't like how the pharmacist is being portrayed Swervester 10:06 pm Also he's not a kook for wanting medication for his dying wife sir NoodlesAtNight 10:07 pm ((tbh i've encountered some shitty pharmacists so i'm just like "ah. one of you." )) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:07 pm ((also, man, I've had that interaction before about my own medication. "I literally just called my doctor, she said she gave you guys a refill order for six iterations." "yes but we can't refill this because it doesn't have a refill order.")) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:07 pm ((what is this actor's name? I feel like he's been in a lot of other stuff. Unless I'm mistaking him for someone else.)) Boomtank 10:07 pm ((can't refill without refills on the prescription, it's law SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:07 pm ((anyways fuuuuuuuuuuck american healthcare)) Boomtank 10:07 pm ((and yes to that Swervester 10:08 pm //also tho he should have at LEAST looked up the name like. you can't just take an empty bottle and say that, you have to actually check the file for the patient to know that info lmao Boomtank 10:08 pm ((and yeah, he did that improperly Swervester 10:08 pm //i say this as someone who gets monthly refills on medications, at least one of which requires a refill order verdigrisprowl 10:08 pm ((sometimes it's displayed on the bottle?? mine always have how many refills are left displayed on the bottle)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:08 pm ((I'm gonna be real here, I don't feel bad for the pharmacy guy getting frozen to death.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:08 pm DEAD SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:08 pm ((also yeah, mine do too)) Boomtank 10:08 pm !!!!!!! NoodlesAtNight 10:09 pm ((i don't think we're SUPPOSED to feel bad about it)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:09 pm ((so it clearly says "x refills left" and they /still/ make my doctors send a new one each. fucking. time.)) Swervester 10:09 pm //yeah. but he didn't even look at the bottle, but some sorts of meds have to actually be looked up on the computer to know, and if he's doing tat then that's likely one of them you'd need to actually look up to check lmao SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:09 pm ((shrieking)) Boomtank 10:09 pm ((true, if he did that /properly/ he'd probably not be in trouble verdigrisprowl 10:09 pm ((and if this is a place that needs paper scripts rather than keeping prescriptions on computer file, which seems likely given the deliberate mess of anachronism in the show)) Swervester 10:09 pm //i'm lucky that i get my meds refilled from the pharmacy across the hall from my psych tho and one of the guys working there also works in my doc's office so they just run back and forth when they need refill orders lmao NoodlesAtNight 10:09 pm ((like i think we're supposed to feel sorry for victor and nora that this jackass is in charge)) Boomtank 10:10 pm ((yup, so the pharmacist was an asshat Swervester 10:10 pm //yes lmao MedicalMurdersaurus 10:10 pm *reaches out to hold someone's hand, anyone's hand, just a hand* Swervester 10:11 pm //is that uh. what's his face NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm ((yes it's the guy from law and order and jurassic park)) Swervester 10:11 pm //ok i was right lmao SCProwl 10:11 pm ((he's so goooood Boomtank 10:11 pm ((looks familiar verdigrisprowl 10:12 pm ((i have very little doubt that her prescription had run out and had no refills. but the pharmacist is clearly intended to be a jackass, regardless of her prescription.)) NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm [[For Primus' sake, man, install a ramp.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:12 pm *WANTS TO HOLD HANDS SOMEONE HOLD HIS HAND* Swervester 10:12 pm [does Swoop want his hand] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:12 pm *no. no handholding for the fire-breathing toddler.* Swervester 10:12 pm [can he TRUST Swoop with his hand] Boomtank 10:12 pm Oh no NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm [[Oh. Oh dear.]] Boomtank 10:12 pm Oooooh no Swervester 10:12 pm Uh oh Boomtank 10:12 pm She's...oh MedicalMurdersaurus 10:12 pm *takes Swerve's hand and remains, as always, untrustworthy* : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:12 pm ((tbh I support freezing asshat pharmacists)) Swervester 10:12 pm OH so she didn't know. I thought she might. NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm [[No. She thought they were mice.]] Swervester 10:13 pm Oh boy. SCProwl 10:13 pm ((BD Wong is such a delight, Gotham does some stellar perfect casting sometimes Swervester 10:13 pm [squinting slightly at Swoop just in case] verdigrisprowl 10:13 pm ... Why doesn't he experiment on mice? MedicalMurdersaurus 10:13 pm *chirps* SCProwl 10:13 pm Too small? Swervester 10:13 pm Good question SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:13 pm ((wait, hugo strange is fucking... uh. Henry Wu?)) NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm ((YEP)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:14 pm ((god I am so fucking faceblind)) NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm [[Mice have different systems from humans. It would be like trying to perfect a treatment for Cybertronians on sheepicron.]] Boomtank 10:14 pm ((OH SCProwl 10:14 pm ((and also Li Shang SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:14 pm ((I didn't even recognize dr alan grant in event horizon lmao)) Swervester 10:14 pm //i recognized him but the lighting and lack of hair made it take me a minute lmao verdigrisprowl 10:14 pm He could at least get close, BEFORE he starts killing people. Swervester 10:14 pm Oh, and she doesn't have her medicine! Boomtank 10:14 pm Oh no. Swervester 10:14 pm Does she? NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm [[Now that he agrees with.]] [[And no. No, she does not.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:14 pm Yeah, they should get her her medicine. Or else she'll die. NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm ((eye horror coming)) verdigrisprowl 10:15 pm I mean—disclaimer, any amount of murder is bad—but better if he only needs four or five human test subjects instead of dozens. SCProwl 10:15 pm *shudders* Boomtank 10:15 pm ................. NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm ((eye horror over)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:15 pm ((EESH)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:15 pm *uses his new hand buddy as a cuddle buddy* Swervester 10:15 pm she is cooperating??? verdigrisprowl 10:15 pm Oh shut the hell up, she is cooperating. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:15 pm She's sick and she is cooperating. Goddess eat them both. verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm Did they bring her meds? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:16 pm Doesn't look like it. Swervester 10:16 pm It didn't seem like it. NoodlesAtNight 10:16 pm [[She is a loyal mate even now. He sees why the Victor human does not want to lose her.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:16 pm *climbs into Swerve's lap* SCProwl 10:16 pm *runs hand over visor and sighs* Swervester 10:16 pm [allows this] Boomtank 10:16 pm /wow/ SCProwl 10:16 pm Really, Bullock? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:16 pm ...Er. Aren't humans supposed to have red lips? NoodlesAtNight 10:17 pm [[Human lips are only red when they have sufficient oxygen.]] *pause.* [[Knock Out learned this when tampering with Silas. He learned it from Knock Out.]] Boomtank 10:17 pm Oh no Swervester 10:17 pm Oh. He even gave himself up for her. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:17 pm So, the purple lips that Miss Nora has are a /bad/ thing, then. NoodlesAtNight 10:17 pm [[Very bad.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:17 pm *puts his chin on Swerve's head* NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm [[...Are there - are there normally many humans confessing to crimes they did not perform?]] Swervester 10:18 pm [squints at Swoop] opatoes 10:18 pm Maybe a bunch of humans are all freezing other humans MedicalMurdersaurus 10:18 pm *can't see the squinting from here* : > verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm Yes. NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm ((i love ed's reaction)) Boomtank 10:18 pm Oh... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:18 pm ((ed is valid)) NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm [[Oh - it worked!]] SCProwl 10:18 pm *laughs quietly at Ed's "Huh"* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:18 pm Well, he's alive. NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm *Glancing at amica-Prowl.* [[Why? They would be put away for murder.]] verdigrisprowl 10:19 pm You get fed in prison. Swervester 10:19 pm Free bed. Boomtank 10:19 pm ((love that reaction. Just 'Huh. Dead body vanished' NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm [[He knows /that/ - but for a crime with a death sentence?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:20 pm Starving is a death sentence, too. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:20 pm ((I would argue this diagnosis so much for Penguin. I don't buy it at all.)) NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm [[Hm. True.]] verdigrisprowl 10:20 pm Death row takes forever. NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Twitch. Young lady arsonist? So this is--* SCProwl 10:20 pm ((agreed about penguin MedicalMurdersaurus 10:20 pm *lets go of Swerve's hand so he can wrap his arms around the other bot and lean his birby weight on him* NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Oh. Oh. He gets it.* Swervester 10:20 pm Arsonist? Swervester 10:21 pm [accepting because he is in fact a baby dino] NoodlesAtNight 10:21 pm [[The one who set herself on fire by accident. The one who they said died, but was taken to a research facility.]] *Point.* [[/That/ facility. Indian Hill.]] Swervester 10:22 pm OH. I think I forgot who she was so I'll have to refresh my memory later. Boomtank 10:22 pm That....is /worrying/ SCProwl 10:23 pm I sincerely hope he's using the new formula so these people are still alive. Swervester 10:23 pm //rtgg it is prolly weird that i really wanna push them over and see if they smash NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm [[So does he.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:23 pm *is the bittest baby in the room* NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm ((if it is then i'm weird too)) Swervester 10:23 pm //lmao Swervester 10:23 pm [pats Swoop. is he calm???] NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm ((*throws notes at puff on discord*)) Boomtank 10:24 pm ((hey the one they hit smashed nicely verdigrisprowl 10:24 pm ((o/)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:24 pm *is the calmest a dino can be* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:24 pm I would assume that, since he seems to intend to freeze his wife, he'd use the new formula. NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm [[That is true. There might not be enough time or open space available to switch cartridges and avoid hitting her with the old formula.]] Swervester 10:25 pm //rABBIT SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:25 pm Exactly. And what if the old formula contaminates the new one? Swervester 10:26 pm [excellent. pats Swoop and gives him a snack for good behavior[ MedicalMurdersaurus 10:26 pm *takes the snack and holds it* : > NoodlesAtNight 10:26 pm ((table flip)) Boomtank 10:27 pm ((too nice of a table to flip Swervester 10:27 pm I mean, her refusal to betray him aside, she's an innocent in this whole matter, do they even have a legal right to hold her? She doesn't even know where he is, even if she isn't willing to betray him. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:27 pm *pats the snack on Swerve's cheek like a kid feeding a toy doll* Swervester 10:27 pm [rolls his eyes behind visor] Swervester 10:28 pm The least bad would actually be letting her go, because he a) won't attack them and b) then yiou'd be less a dick SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:28 pm *snrk* She's got him. verdigrisprowl 10:29 pm They think she does. She stopped saying "I don't know" and started saying "I'm not telling you." MedicalMurdersaurus 10:29 pm *makes fake eating noises on Swerve's behalf* verdigrisprowl 10:29 pm Buuut, it is very fragile evidence to hold her on indefinitely. Swervester 10:29 pm The problem is they didn't believe her even when she was telling the truth, which is dumb. [grumbles] Swervester 10:30 pm [thanks Swoop] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:30 pm WHOA verdigrisprowl 10:30 pm Ooh. NoodlesAtNight 10:30 pm [[/Primus./]] Swervester 10:31 pm That's strong. verdigrisprowl 10:31 pm Impressive technology. NoodlesAtNight 10:31 pm *Turns his hand over for Prowl.* SCProwl 10:31 pm Oh, that's interesting. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:31 pm ...Goddess... *and that's said with reverent awe. that was a damn cool ice thing.* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:31 pm ((aaaaaand we're about caught up to where I've watched on my own now. Poor Penguin... )) opatoes 10:32 pm Why are they putting him in a vr thing NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm ((flashing lights like mad in a few seonds)) verdigrisprowl 10:32 pm *grimacing* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:32 pm What them do? NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm ((flashing lights done)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:32 pm goose NoodlesAtNight 10:33 pm [[They hurt him.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:33 pm why Swervester 10:34 pm //this is the actual worst place to put nora man NoodlesAtNight 10:34 pm ((that scene is sadder still when you realize he was so ostracized as a kid he literally does not know the rules to duck duck goose)) Swervester 10:34 pm //tbh verdigrisprowl 10:34 pm ((i was just thinking)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:34 pm ((I want to rescue baby penguin)) verdigrisprowl 10:35 pm Oh, seriously? NoodlesAtNight 10:35 pm [[They did say some time back that was where she would be going.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:36 pm ((gordon don't be a dick)) NoodlesAtNight 10:36 pm ((in gordon's very very very limited defense, he has no idea what hugo's doing in there. nobody does)) ((and yet: he is still an ass for that)) verdigrisprowl 10:37 pm If nothing else, there should be rules against leaving doctors alone in rooms with people who tried to kill them. Boomtank 10:37 pm ....what did I miss? I was talking to... Swervester 10:37 pm Prolly NoodlesAtNight 10:37 pm [[There should be.]] Boomtank 10:37 pm ....huh NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm [[They are taking Nora to Arkham to serve as a trap for Victor because they cannot lock down a whole hospital. Barbara Kean is there as well, but in a coma. Penguin is being put through mental torture and Jim refuses to believe it.]] *At Blaster.* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:38 pm *takes Swerve's hand and puts it on his helm* *Swoop's helm* Swervester 10:39 pm [pats] MedicalMurdersaurus 10:39 pm *chirps* : > SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:39 pm Docent, you asked the question. What- oh. Swervester 10:39 pm Hello Swoop. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:39 pm hi SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:39 pm *hm. is this good docentry or bad docentry?* Swervester 10:39 pm You good? SCProwl 10:39 pm *both?* MedicalMurdersaurus 10:39 pm Sleepy NoodlesAtNight 10:39 pm *...He's inclined to believe it is good. If the youngling is determined to see the killer die, at least it stops the youngling from being responsible for it.* Boomtank 10:39 pm Ah. Thanks Soundwave. verdigrisprowl 10:40 pm *mutters* No one ever believes people under psychiatric hold. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:41 pm It's comforting to dismiss anyone who doesn't have a "normal" brain. Boomtank 10:41 pm .....? verdigrisprowl 10:41 pm *scowls* NoodlesAtNight 10:41 pm *Glance at Prowl. Then the screen.* [[He should have at least asked for more details. He knows perfectly well the Penguin has his senses.]] [[And even if he did not - he should still ask.]] verdigrisprowl 10:41 pm Oh. She actually is pregnant. Boomtank 10:42 pm Oh dear verdigrisprowl 10:42 pm Where did he get THAT thing? Boomtank 10:42 pm Holy.... MedicalMurdersaurus 10:43 pm ((that dude would be in an UNREAL amount of pain)) SCProwl 10:43 pm Are they going to call a medic for the driver or just leave him there? MedicalMurdersaurus 10:43 pm OH YEAH Swervester 10:43 pm Space suit MedicalMurdersaurus 10:43 pm *giggles to himself* Boomtank 10:43 pm ((oh those arms are /gone/ Swervester 10:44 pm [pats Swoop] Maybe you should sleep SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:44 pm ((yeah, I would /not/ want to be the driver)) Boomtank 10:44 pm !!!!! verdigrisprowl 10:44 pm I hope he's using the non-fatal formula. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:44 pm ((like, I definitely get - why is there an icicle growing out of his eye)) NoodlesAtNight 10:44 pm ((did that skip for everyone or just me)) verdigrisprowl 10:44 pm ((fine here)) Swervester 10:44 pm //fne here Swervester 10:44 pm Is the doctor purposelly letting him through NoodlesAtNight 10:45 pm ((and it's not growing out, it's a shard that exploded from the source like shrapnel)) Swervester 10:45 pm Since he wants his tech MedicalMurdersaurus 10:45 pm *yaaaaaaaaaaaawwwns* NoodlesAtNight 10:45 pm [[Naturally.]] verdigrisprowl 10:45 pm Yes, he's said he's interested in his cryogenic research. Boomtank 10:45 pm Oh.... Swervester 10:45 pm So much for Gordon's plan, it really doesn't work if the guy in control of all the defenses lets the suspect through verdigrisprowl 10:46 pm That's an electric chair. Is it going to zap him? Is it on? MedicalMurdersaurus 10:46 pm ((his mouth is ON that microphone. It's not sounding that clear.)) Swervester 10:46 pm I don't trust it NoodlesAtNight 10:46 pm [[No, it won't. It is the chair they placed the Penguin in, he thinks.]] Swervester 10:46 pm Oh. I guess it isn't on MedicalMurdersaurus 10:46 pm *rests his head on Swerve* verdigrisprowl 10:46 pm Yes, and Penguin got zapped something awful. NoodlesAtNight 10:46 pm This message has been removed. This message has been removed. ((god damn it)) NoodlesAtNight 10:47 pm [[By the headset.]] Swervester 10:47 pm [pets Swoop. he is the dino whisperer] verdigrisprowl 10:47 pm Ah. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:47 pm *is whispered* zzzzz verdigrisprowl 10:47 pm ... You know what, I think I'd just let him take her. NoodlesAtNight 10:47 pm [[Agreed.]] Swervester 10:47 pm Same. NoodlesAtNight 10:47 pm [[Especially now that he has said that. Go with him, let him do that, and take him in.]] Swervester 10:47 pm HE'S OFFERING TO GIVE HIMSELF UP IF THEY JUST LET HIM TAKE HER WHERE SHE CAN GET HELP AND BE SAFE, just let him do it???? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:48 pm ((RIOT)) Boomtank 10:48 pm ..... NoodlesAtNight 10:48 pm ((SORRY)) MedicalMurdersaurus 10:48 pm *perks up at the yelling and then realizes no one is getting killed so he lays back down* Swervester 10:48 pm Jim's got a real issue about Needing To Be Right sometimes opatoes 10:48 pm That's like how he gets into half the messes he gets into SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:48 pm No one's bitten him on the snout for running his mouth before, and it shows. Swervester 10:49 pm I mean, all the others are damn well fine doing the thing as long as he gives himself up and doesn't hurt anyone else, just go with it Jim. It's the easiest way to save lives. NoodlesAtNight 10:49 pm [[That cannot be good. Not in any way.]] Boomtank 10:49 pm Jim Swervester 10:49 pm If he'd been willing to compromise then Victor might have let him come along to feel better about it. Boomtank 10:51 pm Jim you moron Swervester 10:51 pm Naturally Jim's going to fuck eerything up and create himself yet another enemy because he just had to be right and not compromise? Boomtank 10:52 pm -facepalms- verdigrisprowl 10:52 pm That waste of time is going to be fatal. opatoes 10:52 pm Wait, specs, did you ever get bit on the nose for running your mouth? What's that even like Boomtank 10:52 pm Maybe she wants it to be... Swervester 10:52 pm Oh I see. She sent him away to give Lee time to escape? NoodlesAtNight 10:52 pm [[...Oh.]] Swervester 10:52 pm Oh. Oh no. opatoes 10:53 pm Uh oh Swervester 10:53 pm That's going to kill her, she did that on purpose verdigrisprowl 10:53 pm ... No one will know as long as she's frozen. Boomtank 10:53 pm .......kinda hate my guess was right verdigrisprowl 10:53 pm Unless they look at the canister, she's going to remain frozen for how many years, and then when they finally try to wake her up, THEN she'll die. Swervester 10:53 pm But why did she do that? Does she not want to be revived without him being there when she wakes up in the future, or because she's just tired and doesn't want to keep going? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:54 pm Not a hard bite, but yes, one of my docents did it when I was younger. It feels really unpleasant, honestly. Like having one's mouth forcibly closed. verdigrisprowl 10:54 pm She's already said she doesn't want to be revived without him. Swervester 10:54 pm Oh no. opatoes 10:54 pm He could use that freeze gun for making really awesome ice cream but no NoodlesAtNight 10:54 pm *HUFF* *And there's Smokescreen breaking the tension.* Swervester 10:55 pm [snorts] opatoes 10:55 pm /That's his job!/ SCProwl 10:55 pm His job is to make ice cream? opatoes 10:55 pm Well, no- but I bet he could've made some amazing homemade ice cream with that slag. And slushies. Boomtank 10:55 pm /BRUCE/ Boomtank 10:56 pm Bruce, no verdigrisprowl 10:56 pm ((he looks so grownup)) ((he looks, like, nine years old)) SCProwl 10:56 pm ((lol NoodlesAtNight 10:56 pm ((PFFHFHFHA)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:56 pm Cat human, keep him away from any guns. MedicalMurdersaurus 10:56 pm ((no gunplay if we can help it)) opatoes 10:57 pm She's giving him the cold shoulder... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:57 pm *wheezes* Swervester 10:57 pm OH no. SCProwl 10:57 pm ((his voice is actually really dropping hard in the newest episodes Swervester 10:57 pm Tell him she asked you for water, Lee. NoodlesAtNight 10:58 pm *Bows his helm just a touch. This cannot end in anything /but/ sadness, he thinks.* opatoes 10:58 pm ... He's not going to do that is he verdigrisprowl 10:58 pm He's going to freeze himself? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:58 pm *oof. poor everyone.* verdigrisprowl 10:58 pm Either that or go on a murder spree in grief. Swervester 10:58 pm [covers face] verdigrisprowl 10:58 pm More likely freeze himself. ... Probably get it wrong and survive. Swervester 10:59 pm .... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 10:59 pm I don't think he'll be surviving that. Boomtank 10:59 pm . . . verdigrisprowl 10:59 pm People who die in strange ways tend to survive in this show. Self-immolation, defenestration... Ah. He's probably still alive. verdigrisprowl 11:00 pm He "died" in Arkham. NoodlesAtNight 11:00 pm [[Like the arsonist "died", he expects.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 11:00 pm I guess he is. Go- Oh, Gym human, no. SCProwl 11:00 pm Likely in Indian Hills now. Swervester 11:00 pm Did he just BLAME Lee for his shitty decisions? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 11:00 pm *covers her eyes with her tail* Stupid, stupid, stupid. NoodlesAtNight 11:00 pm [[Fool. He throws away everything he has with this nonsense.]] verdigrisprowl 11:01 pm *scowls.* NoodlesAtNight 11:01 pm *Is at least pleased to see that Penguin fights.* Boomtank 11:01 pm He's not thinking NoodlesAtNight 11:01 pm *Perhaps they won't manage to break him before he gets to them.* verdigrisprowl 11:01 pm What did I say. opatoes 11:01 pm He looks like some old 2000s pop star SpecsTheSpectralDragon 11:01 pm ...Did he somehow manage to undergo albinism by being frozen? Boomtank 11:01 pm Oh wow verdigrisprowl 11:02 pm ... Penguin is supposed to be a good manipulator. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 11:02 pm Okay, albinism is the least of his worries. verdigrisprowl 11:02 pm Why the hell is he fighting instead of convincing them that their "therapy" worked? NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm [[Perhaps it has not occurred to him yet. Or he does not know how.]] opatoes 11:03 pm ... couldn't he just walk out SpecsTheSpectralDragon 11:03 pm I suspect that door is locked. NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm [[Hugo did say he can spot a liar.]] opatoes 11:03 pm Uh MedicalMurdersaurus 11:03 pm zzzzzzzzzzz verdigrisprowl 11:03 pm Penguin hasn't tested that claim yet. Boomtank 11:03 pm What.... SpecsTheSpectralDragon 11:03 pm ((did one of those dudes have three nipples)) NoodlesAtNight 11:04 pm ((nah it's a bullet hole i think)) Boomtank 11:04 pm Okay, what? NoodlesAtNight 11:04 pm ((or else a mole. but jim DID shoot galavan)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 11:04 pm ((it wouldn't be the weirdest place for a nipple, but given the milieu, bullet hole is more believable.)) *the dragon stretches* I should head off. Goodnight, Soundwave, everyone. opatoes 11:05 pm Hey! Be nice to frumble! NoodlesAtNight 11:05 pm [[Goodnight, dragon.]] ((time marker: 11:25)) opatoes 11:05 pm Night night, Specs! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 11:05 pm ((lmao get rekt skywarp)) opatoes 11:05 pm ... Are all Decepticons seriously just like this SCProwl 11:05 pm ((i love soundwave just watching them like "gj dudes" SCProwl 11:06 pm Many Autobots are like that too. opatoes 11:06 pm That's true! Swervester 11:06 pm I think I better head out Bar's opening soon and I need to set up. Swoop, I gotta get up. NoodlesAtNight 11:06 pm [[Goodnight, Swerve.]] verdigrisprowl 11:06 pm ((i like how 1) the twins can just fuckin knock skywarp over with a flying leap, and 2) thundercracker can just pick them up and the threat is over)) opatoes 11:06 pm Oooh- Ooh, Swerve. Should I go with you to help out with bar stuff? verdigrisprowl 11:06 pm Evening. Swervester 11:06 pm //lmzo MedicalMurdersaurus 11:06 pm *perks up at the music* ? Swervester 11:06 pm Nah, I'm good Smokey. It's Blue's shift with me tonight so. Swervester 11:07 pm [nudges Swoop off so he can go] LAter guys. opatoes 11:07 pm Aw, okay! You sure you don't need any extra bouncers? NoodlesAtNight 11:07 pm ((also, for those who may not have noticed: fish and jerome were also in those tubes)) ((plus one rando)) MedicalMurdersaurus 11:07 pm *slides off swerve straight onto the floor* ((fiiiiiiiiiish)) SCProwl 11:07 pm ((fish <3 opatoes 11:08 pm But yeah- Thanks for having us, Soundwave! /He's going to drop by the bar and grab a couple drinks for the road!/ NoodlesAtNight 11:08 pm [[Quite welcome. Do return next week.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 11:08 pm *gets up and starts to shuffle off towards Laserbeak's room* NoodlesAtNight 11:09 pm *...He'll allow it. As long as Swoop goes right to her room, and only to her room.* opatoes 11:09 pm I'll do my best! You missed me, huh? MedicalMurdersaurus 11:09 pm *doesn't care about anyone else's room and goes to take a nap in there* NoodlesAtNight 11:10 pm [[You do have that book with you half the time.]] *That's a yes. Don't mind him.* opatoes 11:11 pm I guess so! But I didn't bring it with me tonight. Guess you're hoping for it next week? NoodlesAtNight 11:11 pm [[Only if you want to bring it.]] SCProwl 11:11 pm *pings everyone goodnight and leaves because i'm exausted and need to lay down now* verdigrisprowl 11:12 pm *farewell ping to alternate* Boomtank 11:12 pm -pings one back in return- opatoes 11:12 pm I'll definitely think about it. We can always have a sleepover and read it together, you know. NoodlesAtNight 11:12 pm [[...Yyyyyyes, he supposes that is an option.]] *Like hell would he actually sleep though.* Boomtank 11:12 pm Anyway, that's good night for me too. Thanks for the show. opatoes 11:13 pm Perfect! Maybe we could play a couple games, too, between processing everything in there? NoodlesAtNight 11:13 pm [[Goodnight, Blaster. You are welcome.]] [[And we will see.]] opatoes 11:13 pm Fair enough! Looking forward to it, though, Soundwave. Night night, Soundwave, Blaster. Boomtank 11:14 pm -waves and is out for the night- NoodlesAtNight 11:14 pm [[Goodnight.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:15 pm *Turn to Prowl.* [[You are holding up?]] verdigrisprowl 11:16 pm Hm? Yes. Should I not be? NoodlesAtNight 11:18 pm [[If he is honest, he wasn't sure. But if you are fine, then that is that.]] *Pops the last of his snacks into his mouth.* [[You were right about Jim carrying on. He hopes that is as far as it will go.]] verdigrisprowl 11:19 pm *not sure what to do with that, but leans on Soundwave.* I doubt it. Not until there are real consequences that he acknowledges are his own fault, and maybe not even then. NoodlesAtNight 11:21 pm *Whatever he pleases, really. Soundwave was just checking on whether or not that had set off Prowl's hatred of either mind doctors or mental tortures and invasions.*

[[In that case, it is good that the Bruce human retains his kindness, however deep below the surface.]] [[At least one of them will be good for the city in the future.]] verdigrisprowl 11:21 pm *oh, well, yes, it definitely did that.* He's plotting his first murder. NoodlesAtNight 11:22 pm [[Alfred agreed to perform it in his place. Voluntarily. He will not get the chance to fall that way.]] verdigrisprowl 11:23 pm Doesn't matter, he wants to. And that says something. NoodlesAtNight 11:24 pm [[Perhaps. He allowed Silver to live twice, though.]] verdigrisprowl 11:25 pm Gym's allowed Penguin to live quite a few times, too. I don't take that as a testament to his moral fiber. NoodlesAtNight 11:26 pm *Tap tap on chin.* [[Hm. You have a point there.]] [[...There's always Lee.]] verdigrisprowl 11:27 pm Of course he's allowed her to live, he likes her and she's never set her foot down. NoodlesAtNight 11:28 pm *Leaning back* [[Are you suggesting Jim would kill Lee for putting her foot down?]] verdigrisprowl 11:28 pm ... Not /yet./ And if it did happen it would be in a fit of violence during an argument, not premeditated. NoodlesAtNight 11:29 pm *Resumes how he was sitting, but staring up at the ceiling.* [[Primus. He hopes not. Gotham has too few voices of reason as it is.]] [[They really could use those cameras.]] verdigrisprowl 11:31 pm Hmm. ... You know what, time and again, has been the biggest thing hampering such cameras' effectiveness? NoodlesAtNight 11:32 pm *Turns to look at Prowl again.* [[...Sufficient memory space?]] *Human storage spaces are so small. Laughably tiny. They can fit, what, a few whole days on one device?* verdigrisprowl 11:33 pm Enforcers turning them off before confronting a suspect and pretending they'd malfunctioned. NoodlesAtNight 11:33 pm *His upper lip curls slightly in a "what, really" kind of expression.* [[What idiot makes the on and off switch controllable by the wearer?]] verdigrisprowl 11:35 pm Someone very trusting. NoodlesAtNight 11:35 pm [[Sync it to their life signs and keep the activation and deactivation controls in a secure facility. Then they will run as long as they are on the mech - and if they cannot detect a life sign, then either the mech is dead or has taken it off. Both cases merit investigation.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:36 pm [[...Have it installed into the frame so it will require obvious self-injury to remove it.]] verdigrisprowl 11:37 pm Installing it in the frame IS an idea, but too... easy to abuse. verdigrisprowl 11:38 pm What if, say, Starscream got hold of the ability to activate it? What if he started spying through the cameras while the officers were off-duty? verdigrisprowl 11:39 pm Here's the thing about creating new systems like this: you've got to assume that, someday, you're going to be in a terrible accident, and somebody you hate is going to take over your position. verdigrisprowl 11:40 pm In the expectation that that idiot is going to have your job someday, you've got to ensure that the system you've left in place for him is very easy to use for its correct intended purpose, and very difficult to abuse for corrupt purposes. NoodlesAtNight 11:41 pm *Hmm. That's a good point. He wouldn't want Starscream to get his claws on it. ... Providing Prowl really did mean Starscream, and wasn't covering up an implication that Soundwave was the one who would spy while they were off-duty.* *He'd like to think Prowl wouldn't be like that toward him, though.* verdigrisprowl 11:41 pm *Starscream was a euphemism for "anyone untrustworthy and/or literally Starscream himself," not for "Soundwave."* NoodlesAtNight 11:44 pm [[Perhaps a facility that would shut itself down on removal of its guard and force a full replacement and reset?]] *Frown.* [[No. Then the corrupt mechs would terminate anyone they didn't like and enjoy the freedom in the interval between guards.]] [[Hm. This is more difficult than he thought.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:45 pm *Huff.* [[Give it to your alternate. If she has lived THIS long, she will probably live at least another 100 million.]] verdigrisprowl 11:45 pm I have ideas. For another day, though. Being able to implement them on my Cybertron is still a ways off. NoodlesAtNight 11:46 pm *That's not serious. He's just blowing off some frustration over an idea that's So Good, but so Troublesome.*

[[Of course. As you said -- too many changes at once. ... But he would like to see them /some/ day.]] *Preferably sooner rather than later.* [[Besides, your force is small enough we can keep our optics on them fairly well at the IIII.]] verdigrisprowl 11:47 pm Mm. Painfully small. I've cut three people so far and we're feeling the loss of every one of them. verdigrisprowl 11:48 pm ... Well, okay. Only of two of them. Fuse was dead weight. NoodlesAtNight 11:48 pm [[What would you propose to fix that?]] verdigrisprowl 11:50 pm *shrugs* More hires. That's slow work. NoodlesAtNight 11:51 pm [[Particularly with very few new bots available.]] *Frowning harder. That damn population problem again.* NoodlesAtNight 11:54 pm [[So many problems. If he had known there would be this many when taking his oath, he would have asked Primus for a how-to manual.]] verdigrisprowl 11:54 pm This one isn't your problem. NoodlesAtNight 11:55 pm [[Related to it. But even if it weren't - he is allowed to be frustrated by the overall complexity of mending a society.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:57 pm *Gets up to start cleaning. He supposes he'll have a lot to think about this evening. Might as well ponder it all now.* verdigrisprowl 11:58 pm *gets up to help clean. he's been allowed to do it twice now and he's not about to lose that privilege.* NoodlesAtNight 11:58 pm [[Thank you.]] verdigrisprowl 11:59 pm You're welcome. ... *oh so very casually* I've still got half of that bottle you gave me left. Today NoodlesAtNight 12:00 am *Drops the cube he was picking up.* [[Oh.]] *He'll just as casually fetch a broom and dustpan with his feelers.* [[He did wonder about that.]] NoodlesAtNight 12:01 am [[...Were you considering breaking into it again?]] verdigrisprowl 12:02 am If you think that might be fun. I /was/ testing out its strength for tonight. NoodlesAtNight 12:04 am [[Oh, yes. Yes, he thinks that would be - it would be very fun. It is always very fun.]] *Pause.* [[You aren't going to play a game with the datanet if he encourages it, correct? That is not the goal this time? He enjoyed that, but--]] *But he'd like to get laid, is where he's going with this.* verdigrisprowl 12:05 am No. I'm going to interface with you. NoodlesAtNight 12:06 am *And he drops the broom. His imagination is very active tonight.* [[Good! Good.]] verdigrisprowl 12:07 am *he NEARLY maintains a poker face, but his shoulders are trembling.* NoodlesAtNight 12:08 am [[...Maybe he will try it the other way around one day. You always seem to enjoy it, yourself...]] *That's a thought for later.* [[Go on up. He will - get this swept up in a moment and follow you.]] verdigrisprowl 12:08 am I'm helping you finish clean. NoodlesAtNight 12:09 am [[Damn the cleaning. It's technically Buzzsaw's duty tonight.]] [[He can take five minutes away from his paintings.]] verdigrisprowl 12:10 am *Eager, was he.* Then I'd better get started on the bottle. NoodlesAtNight 12:10 am *JUST A LITTLE.* NoodlesAtNight 12:11 am [[Good. And he'll get sweeping.]] *The fastest job of it ever, in fact, and then he'll practically cart Prowl up there like a bag of rocks.* verdigrisprowl 12:12 am *and like a bag of rocks he goes*

[mooifyourecows]

Moo I'm turning older today, can I have some weird IwaOi headcannons?

SORRY I’M A FEW DAYS LATE, SWEETUMS. MY LAPTOP DELETED EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN THE OTHER NIGHT AND I’VE BEEN POUTING. 

HAPPY BELATED BIRTH, I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND THAT THIS IS KINDA SHORT AND NOT REALLY THAT “WEIRD” BUT EH I TRIED.

~ Holy crap these guys are so competitive. It’s ridiculous.I’m not even kidding. They can make anythinginto a competition. Chores get done suuuper fast in the IwaOi householdbecause, “Hey Iwa-chan, I’ll bet I can clean the bathroom and the bedroomfaster than you can clean the living room.” “Shittykawa, I can have the livingroom and kitchen spotless before you’veeven finished with the toilet.” They are both so amazingly good at things thatthey have no right to be that good at just because of their childish desire tobe better than the other. Everyone loves eating at the IwaOi residence becausethey’re both basically master chefs. Honestly Iwaizumi made Peppercorn CrustedFilet Mignon with Balsamic Red Wine Sauce onetime and suddenly the game was on. But not all of their competitions are asuseful as cooking and chores. A few records still standing in the IwaOi houseare: “Longest Fart” held by Iwaizumi; “Lip Sync Champion” held by Oikawa; “MostFlies Slain with a Rubber Band” held by Oikawa; “Best Shut-Down of aTelemarketer” held by Iwaizumi; “Most Blood Lost Before Calling an Ambulance”held by Oikawa; and “Wine Glass Juggling Master” held by Iwaizumi.

~ Oikawa is a hoarder. Iwaizumi will throw literallyanything away. As you can imagine, this leads to some pretty spicy arguments inthe IwaOi residence. Oikawa thinks everything has special value. Iwaizumi failsto see the value of anything that’s not alive. Oikawa once held onto a deck ofcards for eight years because, “I bought it from the combini just three blocksaway from where we shared our first kiss!” Iwaizumi once threw his own driver’slicense away because, “I don’t even drive that much, honestly.”

~ Roleplay Kings. These guys were meant to be actors. It’sridiculous how seamlessly they can slip into a role in the most random times.It’s not even always a sexual thing, (but let’s be honest there’s some of thatgoin’ on too.) Date nights can get extremely fun when one gets a wild hair andstarts up an impromptu roleplaying session. A lot of their friends that theymet later in life were straight up fooled by their incredible acting. “Wait, youguys are married? But I thoughtIwaizumi was an off duty detective and Oikawa was a high-end consort workingfor Yakuza and trying to take down the government?” “Haha yeah Tuesdays are myfavorite too.”

~ Iwaizumi- despite being the closest thing to perfectionsince macaroni and cheese- actually has a reallybad sense of smell. Which means that Oikawa has free range over the scents allowed into their home. In case you can’tfigure it out on your own, this is a bad idea. Basically he loves anything witha smell so overpowering that your nostrils literally burn on contact. Eversmelled a room with three candles burning at once, one lilac, one saltedcaramel, one pumpkin spice, paired with honeysuckle Febreze? No? Lucky you. Andlucky Iwaizumi, for having a broke ass nose. I really doubt their love wouldhave persevered during that week long sale at Oikawa’s favorite bath and bodyshop when he spent an ungodly sum of cash on incense and lotions.

~ So you know that persona of Oikawa’s where he’s all flirtyand handsome with perfect hair and women swoon at the sight of him and hecharms his way through all that life tosses his way? Yeah, when they’re alone,that guy doesn’t exist. (unless he wants something. Then he lays the charm on thick. It rarely works but he keeps trying for some reason.) Oikawa when they’re alone is flathair and baggy tees and sweatpants (if he decides to put pants on at all, thatis). He’s all crass and lazy and gross and he eats junk and gets crumbs allover himself and belches and god Iwaizumiloves this side of him so much. Oikawa when they’re alone is real and straight forward and just forIwaizumi and nobody else. Even though he’s super gross and “Iwa-chan where’s myass crack scratcher?” Iwaizumi is totally and completely weak for Home Oikawa.

~ One time when Oikawa just recently had his wisdom teethremoved and he was high af on the anesthesia, Iwaizumi dressed up in a greenleotard and pretended to be an alien there to take him onto his space ship.Oikawa cried because he really wanted to go but Alien!Iwa said that he couldn’tbring his husband with him. “C’mon, aren’t I hotter than your husband anyway? I’man alien.” “No! Iwa-chan is the sexiest man alive! If I can’t take him with methen I won’t go! Leave or I’ll scream!” Iwaizumi was so touched that he didn’teven taunt him when the anesthetic wore off and Oikawa mumbled about almostgetting probed by a home wrecking skank from Uranus.

~ Iwaizumi is scared of spiders. This is a heavily guardedsecret. Guarded by both Iwaizumi and Oikawa. Because Oikawa knows that ifanyone knew, he would no longer be the only one able to derive sick pleasure atseeing Iwaizumi skitter across the room, breathlessly muttering, “oh, oh, oh,oh, that one’s huge, oh.” You have no idea how satisfying it is for Oikawa toswoop in like a knight in shining armor, “It’s okay, Iwa-chan! I’ll take careof it!” before straight up scooping it upwith his bare hands and taking it to the window. Iwaizumi would be flat outlying if he said it didn’t kinda turn him on.

Alright that’s all I can think up at the moment, yes I know I’m pathetic but oh well.

I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD BIRTHDAY, I LOVE YOU.