#Dooley was a good old boy

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hiii! i followed you on your old account and i am a huge fan of your chase davenport writings! could i request something in which reader gets partnered with chase for a project (maybe he's admired them from afar?) and they have to come over to his house to work with him and they end up meeting the whole family? i think that'd be super cute!!

you're such a talented writer and i'm so excited for your new account! good luck!

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── these words ミ chase davenport

✎ ·˚ ༘ ─── math was never really her strong suit and when her teacher tells her she needs to get a tutor in order to pass, she enlist on the help of chase davenport… and his family.

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chase davenport x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns & use of y/n)

tw: none!

MATH WAS never really anyone’s strong suit at Mission Creek and if you found yourself passing without needing a tutor, you might as well consider yourself lucky.

And she couldn’t believe that she was standing in front of her teacher with the fattest frown on her face as she told her that she needed to find a tutor or else she would gradually find herself failing that class.

She didn’t want a tutor and she didn’t know anyone that could tutor her, but her teacher, Ms. Burke, told her that she could try and get in touch with Chase Davenport. According to her, he was her top student and would mostly like tutor her with no problem.

And she had no problem with Chase at all, in fact, the boy was adorable in his own way. He wasn’t very tall, in fact, he might only be a couple of inches taller than his brother, Leo. He was also a nerd, a cute nerd. He wasn’t like his other siblings Adam or Bree either. He was his own person and that’s what she liked about him.

They weren’t really friends, but they shared two classes together and worked on an english project together.

So, she wasn’t hesitant in approaching Chase, it was the fact that he was scared to approach her.

Chase thought she was beautiful and you’d be blind to think otherwise. To him, her hair was perfect, the way the light shined down on her skin made her look just as beautiful as she did at night. Just everything about her was beautiful and he was nervous around her.

And when Ms. Burke told him that she needed a tutor and he was the perfect candidate, he was hesitant to jump at the opportunity, but with a big breath and a heavy slap on the back from Adam, Chase found himself almost flying towards her locker.

She looked back to see Chase on the other side of her locker and she gave him a small smile which caused him jerk himself up and prop himself up against a nearby locker.

“Hey, Chase.” She smiled. “Did Ms. Burke ever get in touch with you about tutoring me?”

Chase nodded almost too quickly. “Yes, and I’d be happy to tutor you.”

“Great. That really means a lot.” She said, shutting her locker which caused the boy to flinch. “I’m free tonight if that works for you.”

“Yes!” He exclaimed.

She smiled, letting a small chuckle out as Chase cleared his throat and nodded.

“I mean, yes.” He said. “Yes, I am free tonight. To tutor.”

“Great. I’ll be over at 7.”

With that, you left Chase’s side as he held a small smile on his face, but that smile didn’t stay long when he realized that his family would be home and they would make this tutoring session the absolute worst for him.

CHASE HAD practically begged everyone in the Dooley-Davenport household to not embarrass him in front of her. To stay out of the living room until she left their house a couple of hours later. And he hoped he could actually rely on them to keep their and of the deal.

And soon enough, there was a small knock on the door and Chase stood to open it.

“Y/N!” He smiled. “Come in.”

She smiled, nodding as she stepped inside the Dooley-Davenport house. The house was smelled clean and of floral, something she sure had been the doing of their mother.

“Take a seat.” Chase smiled.

She joined Chase on the couch and pulled her textbook out of her bag.

“Thanks again for helping me out Chase.” She smiled. “I owe you big time.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, pulling out his own book. “As long as you’re passing, that’s all that matters.”

Soon enough, they began their tutoring session, but that didn’t last very long when Eddy lit up against the wall and smiled a very cocky, almost condescending smile.

“Yes, Eddy?” Chase begrudgingly asked.

“Maybe greet me with kindness as I warn you that Adam is about to enter the kitchen.”

Chase groaned and just like that, Adam enter the kitchen very nonchalantly and opened the refrigerator door and grabbing a handful of junk and laid it out on the counter, making a ton of noise as Chase and Y/N looked onward.

“Can we help you?” Chase asked, getting Adam’s attention.

Adam looked up, smiling towards them. “No, you’re fine. I’ve got this.”

Chase looked over at the girl with a small, fakeish smile as he held his finger up. “Give me one minute.” He muttered and made his way over towards Adam to scold him and ask why he’d come up to the kitchen.

“Here comes another.” Eddy laughed.

Just like that, Leo entered the living room.

“Has anyone see my phone?” He asked. “I’ve been looking for it for twenty minutes too long?”

And another.

“Thank God.” She smiled, joining Y/N on the couch. “I know Chase doesn’t really want us up here-“

“Wait? Why?” She asked.

“Oh…” Bree smiled. “because tutoring is… special… between two people, but I really need some advice about this guy I’m into and you’re the only girl here and-“

“Guys!” Chase shouted, causing all heads to turn his way. “Can we talk for a moment? In the hallway.”

The three followed the youngest Davenport into the hallway and down to the lab, shouting and asking why they had all come upstairs when he’d specifically asked them not to.

Everyone had pretty blunt answers, but Adam claimed that he didn’t think it was today even though Chase had made the agreement hours before she arrived and explained throughly that she would be here… today.

Chase sighed heavily, leaving his siblings alone in the lab and back upstairs, seeing that Eddy had grown into conversation with Y/N and showing her embarrassing pictures of him.

Chase quickly scolded that him and joined Y/N on the couch. He sighed heavily and faced her.

“I’m so sorry.” He said. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

She smiled, chuckling as she did so. “It’s okay, Chase. I don’t mind.”

“Trust me,” he sighed. “you will.”

Eventually, they were able to finally get the tutoring session done and over with without the distractions of his siblings who’d he locked down in the lab.

“Thanks for the help, Chase. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” He smiled, standing up and following her to the door, opening it for her. “I’m here to help. And I’m really sorry about my family-”

“I told you not to worry about them.” She chuckled. “I like them.”

“You do?”

She nodded, holding her textbook close and bag slowly falling off her shoulder. “I do.” She smiled. “I’m sure we need more tutoring in order for me to pass… but maybe we can just… hang out one day.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She smiled. “You have my number. Just let me know when you’re free-“

“Tomorrow?”

She chuckled once more, nodding as she did so. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Chase.”

With that, she waved him goodbye and Chase shut the door behind him. Once that door was shut, the boy practically jumped to his feet in excitement.

And he was very, very thankful that his family hadn’t totally ruined the night for him.

— lucy has something to say !!

after rereading the prompt given i don’t think this is what they truly wanted lol but thank you for returning it means a lot :)

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a comprehensive list of songs and lyrics that remind me of hawkeye pierce ( either about him / his perspective ) ( will be updated )

angst / sad

— johnny cash , hurt — “ what have i become / my sweetest friend / everyone i know / goes away in the end “

— jason isbell , white elephant — “ there’s one thing that’s real clear to me / no one dies with dignity / we just try to ignore the elephants of now “

— todd snider , too soon to tell — “ and dear lord if you’re up there / you sure got some nerve / seems like even the wicked / they get worse than they deserve “

— warren zevon , hasten down the wind — “ she’s so many women / he can’t find the one who was his friend / so he’s hangin’ on to half her heart / he can’t have the restless part / so he tells her to hasten down the wind “

— boy genius , afraid of heights — “ when the black water ate you up / like a sugar cube in a teacup / i got the point you were making / when i held my breath ‘ till you came up “

— surf curse , freaks — “ i am just a freak / my head is filled with parasites / i dream of you almost every night / hopefully i won’t wake up this time “

— dandelion hands , i could have sworn you were dead — “ i could have sworn you were dead / but i saw you in a dream last night / there were flowers growing out of your head / and it made me smile “

— todd snider , carla — “ leaving me was one thing carla / why’d you have to leave so slow / i didn’t mind you walking away / what hurt was how you walked so slow “

— willie nelson , angel flying too close to the ground — “ and i patched up your broken wing / and hung around awhile / trying to keep your spirits up / and your fever down “

fun

— bruce springsteen , born to run — “ together wendy we can live with the sadness / i’ll love you with all of the madness in my soul “

— todd snider , ballad of the devil’s backbone tavern — “ life’s too short to hurry / life’s too long to wait / too short not to love everybody / life’s too long to hate “

— hozier , someone new — “ i fall in love just a little oh , little bit / every day with someone new “

— mgmt , me and michael — “ in every scene , it’s me and michael / imaginary bombs raining down from the clouds / so it seems / the danger will never let the feelings die “

— billy joel , only the good die young — “ we might be laughing a bit too loud / oh , but that never hurt no one “

— alanis morissette , hand in my pocket — “ i’m sad , but i’m laughing / i’m brave , but i’m chicken shit / i’m sick , but i’m pretty , baby “

— aha , take on me — “ take on me ( take on me ) / take me on ( take on me ) / i’ll be gone / in a day or two “

— crosby , stills , & nash , love the one you’re with — “ well there’s a rose / in the fisted glove / and eagle flies / with the dove / and if you can’t be / with the one you love / honey , love the one you’re with “

love songs

— r.e.m , at my most beautiful — “ i found a way to make you / i found a way / a way to make you smile “

— john prine , iris dement , in spite of ourselves — “ in spite of ourselves / we’ll end up sitting on a rainbow / against all odds / honey , we’re the front door prize “

— arctic monkeys , baby i’m yours — “ baby i’m yours ( baby i’m yours ) / and i’ll be yours / until two and two is three “

—the cults , always forever — “ you and me / always forever “

— coldplay , sparks — “ and i know i was wrong / but i won’t let you down / oh , yeah , yeah , yeah i will / yes i will “

old songs

— etta james , one for my baby — “ i could tell you a lot / but i know you got to remain / true to your code / just make it one for my baby / and one more for the road “

— elvis presley , love me — “ treat me like a fool / treat me mean and cruel / but love me “

— frank sinatra , i get a kick out of you — “ some , they go for cocaine / i’m sure that if i took even one sniff / that would bore me terrifically , too / but i get a kick out of you “

— dooley wilson , as time goes by — “ you must remember this / a kiss is just a kiss / a sigh is just a sigh / the fundamental things apply / as time goes by “

— frank sinatra , in the wee small hours of the morning — “ when your lonely heart has learned its lesson / you’d be her’s , if only she would call / in the wee small hours in the morning / that’s the time you miss her most of all “

i have no explanation for these i honestly can just imagine him liking them . or singing them . obnoxiously .

— the gourds , fossil contender — “ well , how would you feel / if i dug up your head ? / well i wouldn’t want to be answerin’ any of your / loaded questions , no “

— counting crows , mr . jones and me — “ mr . jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky / when everybody loves you / oh son , that’s just about as funky as you can be “

— don mclean , vincent — “ and when no hope was left inside on that starry , starry night / you took your life , as lovers often do / but i could have told you , vincent / that this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you “

— warren zevon , werewolves of london — “ you hear them howlin’ around your kitchen door / better not let ‘em in / little old lady got mutilated late last night / werewolves of london again “

— queen , bohemian rhapsody — “ mama , ooh / i don’t wanna die / sometimes wish i’d never been born at all “ ( i’m sorry but you guys know he’d fucking love this song . idk what to tell you . )

— weezer , buddy holly — “ whoo - wee i look just like buddy holly / oh , oh and you’re mary tyler moore “ ( sorry . again . but we know it’s true )

unfortunately i am under the opinion that hawkeye would know all of the pitch perfect songs . there is nothing you can do to sway me from this opinion .

[ordinaryschmuck]

Good things that happened today:

New episode of The Boys came out. It was pretty epic, and I enjoyed seeing my least favorite character get the shit beaten out of him. Here's hoping that Truth Bomb dumbass is next in the finale.

Watched an old Achievement Hunter compilation staring the one and only Jeremy Dooley. I have no idea if he's a piece of shit or not (I stopped keeping track with most of Rooster Teeth and Achievement Hunter), but there were some good, needed laughs there.

I looked over some worksheets that my therapist had sent me (our first appointment's still on Sunday) and some advice that was on it actually helped center me during some stressful moments of the day. I appreciated it.

A friend on Twitter said he liked my company, and it was genuinely sweet knowing that there's someone who isn't annoyed by my presence. Yay.

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Scripted Bracket — Round 3

Propaganda

Captain Isabel Lovelace (Wolf 359):

Her everything <3 But in all seriousness WHAT is more sexy than a haunted, competent, funny, cursed, vengeful, mourning, badass, doomed woman?

listen to the run and hide speech and tell me that isn't the sexiest thing you've ever heard

Hot space lady who could kill me mmm yes please!

(sort of) twice-undead space captain who wired a bomb to her heart to make sure the crew of her ship didn't kill her before her escape shuttle got working. she's funny she's a genius she knows how to use a gun and she cares very much about her crew (despite the whole bomb thing).

#LOVELACE #idk who she’s up agaunst really tbf #but she cares so SO much #she gets boiled down to ’tough scary lady hot’ a lot (which 100% agree) but #she is heartbroken about her failure to keep her crew safe #and stubbornly wants to make sure none of it is in vain #even if it kills her #HOT. ​even apart from how hot her monologues and threats to hilbert are #also her and eifel laughing and getting along when they first meet her 😭 yall #anyway. lovelace 1000%. the defense rests

Vote Lovelace cuz of the way she says "Hi honey, I'm home" to the bastard who shot her in the head, and then how she proceeds to beat him up <3 Oh. And how she twists his arm and says "good boy". Yeah.

LOVELACE SWEEP LOVELACE SWEEP GO LISTEN TO HER RUN AND HIDE SPEECH AND WEEP THAT GODDARD AERONATICS EVER KILLED HER ENTIRE CREW AND ALSO HER (she recovered) AND MADE HER THEIR ENEMY

#LOVELACE SWEEP. DO NOT FUCKING LET ME DOWN #Lovelace is so much to me #Seen some people in the notes citing the run and hide speech#Which is very good #but my personal favorite Lovelace thing is variations on a theme #The cyclical nature of trauma #The lack of trust #The fear #the sadness #‘You can never go home. You were home. And now you’re back— and you can never go back.’ #Lovelace hearing Hera say something to her and #Thinking ‘what she’s actually saying is that I’m a demon and she would be glad to kill me in a slow and horrifying manner’ #Is so #I don’t agree that Lovelace is doomed either #Like #lovelace did die. But #She got out of that pain and trauma #How do you listen to her say that she is Isabel Lovelace #That she rejects the person that pain made her to be #And say she’s doomed

captain lovelace helped 12yo me realise I like women. She’s so hot. her threatening Hilbert is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. isabel lovelace SWEEP

The Witch Queen A.K.A Daughter Dooley (Old Gods of Appalachia):

She's the most powerful witch in Appalachia, she's asexual, her moms are lesbians, her best friend is a bear made of magic.

Let a canon asexual character win the sexiest character tournament to be even EXTRA sexy 🖤🩶🤍💜

Vote for dear daughter dooley!!

[vonlipvig]

If you don't mind my asking, You play a lot of games right??, which are your favs, you'd rec to everybody and everyone, I'm on the hunt for some games to play and you have good taste so I thought I'd ask

You think I have good taste? Why, gorsh...😳

Jokes aside, I do play video games quite regularly! I don't think I'm the biggest gamer (I have a shitty laptop, so it's not like I'm playing newly-released AAA games), but I do have some that I'm very fond of, so here are some of my faves, some well known ones, some hidden gems:

Ace Attorney - The game I played when I was 13 and completely changed the trajectory of my life. Visual novel-like game were you play a defense lawyer and make your way through court to prove your client's innocence. A CLASSIC, the characters are amazing, the stories are fantastic, and god the MUSIC. Game of All Time for me (The Ace Attorney trilogy is where I'd start, but there are many more in the series, The Great Ace Attorney being a prequel duology that can be played individually and is also incredible).

Zero Escape - A trilogy of games about...hm. Well, it's like a bunch of people get kidnapped and put into these locked rooms, and they have to escape. It gets WAY crazier than that, but if you like puzzles, escape rooms, and insane twists, you'll definitely like these.

Not For Broadcast - A hilarious and dark FMV simulation game where you are tasked with editing a news broadcast, censoring swear words, picking the best shots, and basically manipulating what ends up on TV. This game is a MASTERPIECE, I cannot stress that enough. It is wonderfully acted, the characters are so memorable, the plot can get real dark...it's one of my most cherished gaming experiences, and I could not reccommend it enough.

Suzerain - A text-based, decision making, political simulator where you take the role of Anton Rayne, Sordland's newest president. Save the country from recession, rewrite the country's old constitution, or hell, maybe start a war! This game is delightful, and if you're daunted by the extensiveness of most sim games, don't be, because this is super intuitive and easy to get the hang of. The worldbuilding is fascinating, and the characters are lovable and fun!

Her Story - An unconventional one, but so fascinating. It's another FMV game, where you're presented with a police database full of interview videos from an old case. They're not in any particular order, though, it's up to you to make sense from it! A bit of a haunting game (it's not a horror game, don't worry), I totally reccommend experiencing it.

Return of the Obra Dinn - Jesus, another masterpiece. It's a first-person mystery game where you play as an insurance inspector exploring an old ship that has reappeared with nobody alive onboard. It's your task to discover the fate of all its crewmembers. I cannot tell you how incredible this game is, it's a big logic puzzle with an amzing atmosphere and an unforgettable experience.

Papers, Please - I feel like everybody has played PP already, but if you haven't, oh boy go get it! Made by the same guy that made Obra Dinn, you play here as a border checkpoint immigration officer, checking people's passports and documents to see who gets to enter the glorious country of Arstotzka. One of indie games' best, truly. If you can get it on a touch screen, even better.

The Case of the Golden Idol - If you enjoyed Return of the Obra Dinn, then you have to play Golden Idol as well. Kind of a detective-y, puzzle-y game where you search for clues on different scenes, which you then use to solve the mystery of what really happened. Hard to explain, but a joy to play through and solve!

The Darkside Detective - A fun as hell point-and-click detective game where you join Detective McQueen and Officer Dooley on some spooky, supernatural mysteries. Hilarious, filled with witty references and jokes, and with a dynamic duo that will make you fall in love with them (and their silly, blank faces). It's got a sequel, too!

We. The Revolution - This game sent me on a rabbit hole about the French Revolution, and it was so fun. You play here as a judge of the Revolutionary Tribunal during--you guessed it--the French Revolution. Make decisions about the cases that are brought before you, immerse yourself in the history of France (and talk to many of the key figures!), and hell, maybe even give it your own spin! Super fun, and has a gorgeously unique arstyle.

I think that's good for now, hopefully you'll find something here that's to your taste! Happy gaming!

[heisttheblackflag]

and finally for @pr1-appreciation-month-2023 , my one, my only, my ride-or-die, and the person who introduced me to PR1 in the first place, Jeremy Dooley. he’s been one of my favorite let’s players, content creators, and just people in general since 2017, and every time I watch him play I just have so much fun and my appreciation for him grows. I love his passion, his humor, his love for his cats wife and friends, and the sheer number of projects he’s taken on is a mood and an inspiration. his community is also so genuinely good and funny, and I love hanging out in his chat no matter what he’s doing! I hope I can meet him and Kat in person someday to tell them in person how much I appreciate them, but until then I’ll continue supporting everything he does (and posting his worst quotes on here for everyone else to experience with me).

I’m putting some of my favorite creative things and clips of his below, and I highly recommend you check them out (esp his band 1551!). also if you ever want to talk abt his content or if there’s an old video you want to track down, PLEASE come into my inbox/askbox I always want to talk about this short man.

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Ask Game: 1, 4, and 50 asdfghjkl

1: who is/are your comfort character(s)?

HOO BOY THERE'S A LOT OF THEM but I'll try to keep it condensed down to the important/current ones rn

Daughter Dooley and the Walker Sisters from Old Gods of Appalachia

Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale

Oliver Banks from The Magnus Archives

John Doe from Malevolent

Sabriel from Garth Nix's The Old Kingdom series (a mainstay comfort character I've loved for a very long time)

throw darts at a board of well-known Final Girls from horror movies, you're sure to hit a comfort character of mine (yes I count Quentin from the Nightmare on Elm Street remake as an honorary Final Girl, he's chilling there with OG Nancy)

you could probably count the entire Legion from Dead By Daylight but Frank Morrison especially is a comfort character

Power Girl from DC comics

also throw darts at a board of characters from all of MXTX's danmei series and you're probably gonna hit one for sure (bonus points if it's Wen Ning or Jiang Cheng)

and listed last but definitely at the top of the pile right now above all else is Shuichi Iguchi/Spinner from My Hero Academia (no, I don't accept criticism.) Look at him. Look at him.

(I was doomed from the start the first time I watched s3 because he instantly appealed to my inner TMNT-loving 8-y.o. self, like my past child self fuckin reached through time, grabbed my shoulder and went "that design pleases me aesthetically, good job", then we get the moment GIF'd here and I was like "oh he's a fuckin' dork okay", and then when I actually researched the character later it was like HOLY FUCK THIS BACKSTORY KNEECAPPED ME, I HURT IN MY HEART, OH NO, THIS ONE IS MY FAVE.")

*proceeds to stuff the feral side of myself back into their cage*

Ahem. Anyway, moving on...

4: which cryptyd being do you believe in?

The Thunderbird, if you want to classify it as a cryptid?There are several cryptids I find cool, but the Thunderbird I've known about since early childhood (lived on the res as a little kid, what up.) So it's special to me, and yeah, I'd say I believe in it and have for a very long time.

50: can i tag you in random stuff?

ALWAYS.

[officerdooley]

*Old lady pinches Dooley's cheeks* "Such a good boy."

Dooley is so used to this already that he just stands there and takes it. "Thank you ma'am." That pinch is like a vice.

[rockislandadultreads]

Warm Up With a Good Book: Heartwarming Story Recommendations

Dewey by Vicki Myron

How much of an impact can an animal have? How many lives can one cat touch? How is it possible for an abandoned kitten to transform a small library, save a classic American town, and eventually become famous around the world? You can't even begin to answer those questions until you hear the charming story of Dewey Readmore Books, the beloved library cat of Spencer, Iowa.

Dewey's story starts in the worst possible way. Only a few weeks old, on the coldest night of the year, he was stuffed into the returned book slot at the Spencer Public Library. He was found the next morning by library director, Vicki Myron, a single mother who had survived the loss of her family farm, a breast cancer scare, and an alcoholic husband. Dewey won her heart, and the hearts of the staff, by pulling himself up and hobbling on frostbitten feet to nudge each of them in a gesture of thanks and love. For the next nineteen years, he never stopped charming the people of Spencer with his enthusiasm, warmth, humility, (for a cat) and, above all, his sixth sense about who needed him most.

As his fame grew from town to town, then state to state, and finally, amazingly, worldwide, Dewey became more than just a friend; he became a source of pride for an extraordinary Heartland farming town pulling its way slowly back from the greatest crisis in its long history.

Come Rain or Come Shine by Jan Karon

Over the course of ten Mitford novels, fans have kept a special place in their hearts for Dooley Kavanagh, first seen in At Home in Mitford as a barefoot, freckle-faced boy in filthy overalls.

Now, Father Tim Kavanagh's adopted son has graduated from vet school and opened his own animal clinic. Since money will be tight for a while, maybe he and Lace Harper, his once and future soul mate, should keep their wedding simple.

So the plan is to eliminate the cost of catering and do potluck. Ought to be fun. An old friend offers to bring his well-known country band. Gratis. And once mucked out, the barn works as a perfect venue for seating family and friends. Piece of cake, right?

In Come Rain or Come Shine, Jan Karon delivers the wedding that millions of Mitford fans have waited for. It’s a June day in the mountains, with more than a few creatures great and small, and you’re invited - because you’re family.

This is the 13th volume of the “Mitford Years” series.

This Time Tomorrow by Emma Straub

On the eve of her 40th birthday, Alice’s life isn’t terrible. She likes her job, even if it isn’t exactly the one she expected. She’s happy with her apartment, her romantic status, her independence, and she adores her lifelong best friend. But her father is ailing, and it feels to her as if something is missing. When she wakes up the next morning she finds herself back in 1996, reliving her 16th birthday. But it isn’t just her adolescent body that shocks her, or seeing her high school crush, it’s her dad: the vital, charming, 40-something version of her father with whom she is reunited. Now armed with a new perspective on her own life and his, some past events take on new meaning. Is there anything that she would change if she could?

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer & Annie Barrows

January 1946: London is emerging from the shadow of the Second World War, and writer Juliet Ashton is looking for her next book subject. Who could imagine that she would find it in a letter from a man she’s never met, a native of the island of Guernsey, who has come across her name written inside a book by Charles Lamb...

As Juliet and her new correspondent exchange letters, Juliet is drawn into the world of this man and his friends - and what a wonderfully eccentric world it is. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - born as a spur-of-the-moment alibi when its members were discovered breaking curfew by the Germans occupying their island - boasts a charming, funny, deeply human cast of characters, from pig farmers to phrenologists, literature lovers all.

Juliet begins a remarkable correspondence with the society’s members, learning about their island, their taste in books, and the impact the recent German occupation has had on their lives. Captivated by their stories, she sets sail for Guernsey, and what she finds will change her forever.

The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George 

Monsieur Perdu calls himself a literary apothecary. From his floating bookstore in a barge on the Seine, he prescribes novels for the hardships of life. Using his intuitive feel for the exact book a reader needs, Perdu mends broken hearts and souls. The only person he can't seem to heal through literature is himself; he's still haunted by heartbreak after his great love disappeared. She left him with only a letter, which he has never opened.

After Perdu is finally tempted to read the letter, he hauls anchor and departs on a mission to the south of France, hoping to make peace with his loss and discover the end of the story. Joined by a bestselling but blocked author and a lovelorn Italian chef, Perdu travels along the country’s rivers, dispensing his wisdom and his books, showing that the literary world can take the human soul on a journey to heal itself.

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Merry Christmas!

[captain-lonagan]

A Mad Rant About Chase Davenport: A DisneyXD Character That Hasn’t Been On Air Since 2016

If you opened this post you know who he is. You know what Lab Rats is. You know why I’m here and you’re in this shit with me.

I am going to set up one quick thing, though. Disney has Unofficial Rules for how their sitcom casts look and Lab Rats was no exception to those rules. This means Chase’s actor doesn’t exactly represent what we are Told about Chase and his appearance/age. For this analysis we’re not going to look at the screen for what Chase looks like, we’re going to look at the script. The beloved leo-dooley-lab-rats did some looking and calculated that at episode one of Lab Rats, Chase is either 14 or 15. Every character in the show calls Chase small, a runt, wimpy, etc, and it’s worth noting that he’s also the youngest of his siblings. So when I talk about Chase, his self perception, his deal with masculinity, I ask you to not picture Billy Unger but instead imagine a skinny 14/15 year old boy. A little gamer rat of a kid. Cool that’s it let’s go.

Chase’s primary bionic ability is extreme intelligence, from day one of life this kid has had a super computer built into his brain. This extreme intelligence is why he’s granted the position of Team Leader despite being the youngest and smallest. This enhanced intelligence Especially stands out next to Adam, who iirc had his intelligence artificially knocked down by his bionic chip in order to balance out being super strong. So Chase spends the first 14/15 years of his life locked in a basement with nobody but his siblings, Eddie The Wall Menace, and Donald Davenport. Davenport isn’t exactly mature or wise or a good role model or at all suited to raise three children and yet he’s the only caretaker Chase had growing up. Davenport’s emphasis on the importance of intellect above all else, his focus on Chase’s intelligence, his jibes at Adam’s intelligence, and his misogyny (which isn’t very intense but definitely Exists) would and definitely did effect Chase. This isn’t me blaming Davenport for everything or saying Chase is beyond blame, I just think it’s important to recognize that Chase’s developmental years were spent in Donald Davenport’s gamer cave and the only people he ever spoke to were his siblings and a robot that hated him. Speaking of siblings, Bree and Adam mock Chase for being small all the time. Like at least two jokes per episode levels of all the time. Davenport makes the jokes a little less iirc but he definitely still makes them and god knows Eddie makes them. 

And that’s his life for 14 years.

Shock And Awe Chase is actually kind of an asshole in Lab Rats. He’s controlling, he’s got an insane superiority complex, and he demeans and sabotages anyone that he considers competition. Oh my god it’s almost like this kid was raised being called Team Leader and getting bullied by that team for being small and told his only value was his intelligence which isn’t even technically his own intelligence it’s a super computer welded onto his brain oh my god who could’ve imagined he wouldn’t turn out so great woooow. He’s the smartest man alive and he’s got the need to prove it because that’s what matters, right? It doesn’t matter that his big brother throws him across their room and his sister laughs, because Chase is the smartest boy ever. The robot that watches them from the walls calls him weak and a girl but it’s fine he’ll win in the end because he’s Smart. He’s also got that same low level Disney Sitcom misogyny that all the 2000’s and early-to-mid 2010’s Disney shows have. The beloved hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon once said:

“Chase has to get over his misogyny. Like it's funny his misogyny is not because he thinks women are less than men in general he just thinks everyone is stupider than him specifically and he's a man so a girl must be dumber than him. He needs to get over that, and it needs to be intellectually. He's aware any given woman on the planet could kick his ass physically. He needs to learn that computer brains can only go so far.”

And that last sentence is what a better show would’ve fixated on for giving Chase an arc and making him grow as a person. He’s put his entire value on his STEM smarts because he’s not only been taught that he’s terrible at every other skill or type of intelligence, he’s also been taught that those other skills and intelligences are unimportant and worthless anyway. He’s barely a teenager and he grew up in a weird as fuck, closed off environment so ideally as he grows up and away from that place he’ll also grow as a person.

Sadly Lab Rats was a Disney channel show so that never happened.

Chase’s flaws are openly discussed but only ever as a joke. There’s never any deep-dive into why the fuck he’s such a fucked up little man or any attempts to grow. It’s just, “Here’s Chase. Freaky little man. Girly. Has nearly killed people when trying to prove to himself and others that he’s worth something. Weird, right? Wimpy. Anyway -” like Bruh. 

For FOUR SEASONS Chase NEVER evolves as a character. like yeah disney sitcoms rarely have character growth but Lab Rats had an actual canonical timeline of events with Supervillains and Plot Developments and CGI, they claimed to be Different from the rest of the disney linup AND YET THE CHARACTERS REMAIN STATIC. Hell when his character gets carried over to the mighty med crossover series (Lab Rats: Elite Force) and he has to deal with Superheroes (the embodiment of “computer brains can’t beat or explain everything”) his mental state never changes. Chase should’ve had breakdowns on bathroom floors. He should’ve gotten his shit wrecked, and his old bones broken so that they could heal into a healthier shape. He should’ve gotten a friend other than his siblings that wouldn’t betray him, that would support him but still call him out for being an asshole, that could show him there’s more to life than calculations. Give him reason to grow and then let him grow.

but chase hasn’t been on the air since 2016 and disney did him dirty when he was on air anyways so fml guess i’ll spend the rest of my days imagining the wacky adventures of chase and his wizard bestie (who is, crucially, a girl that doesn’t excel in computer smarts but is still an intellectual equal) who wingman for each other (badly, but they try)

[darthwheezely]

i walk the line - f.w. - 1

1950s american carnival! au

Summary: The Weasley Bros. Circus has always been a family affair...until they pick up a highly unusual girl with wicked talents...

Warnings: 1950s America and all the shit that comes with it, NSFW/SMUT MINORS NO INTERACTING :) , alcohol usage, cussing, tw violence (fights), carny folk, contortionist, language and desc of intense circus acts, clowns, sad boy George, GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF BULLYING IN THIS CHAPTER, angst

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“...welcome to our home!”

George listened as the crowd erupted before his father. He had always admired Arthur “Art” Weasley, for many a reason. The way he could walk in and command a room, the way he could silence an entire audience with a simple flick of his wrist of wave of his hand, the way his voice alone could stop his cries in the night, the way he would come up behind him when taking care of the animals was too much and say, “Georgie, go to sleep, son.” but most of all? The way his father noticed him.

Baltimore, Maryland. 1933.

George Weasley was on the run. Again. Charlie Dooley, a boy from his class, and his gang of (as Fred said) “chickenshit babies” had made it a habit of following George home from school and doing one of the following: a) chasing him on bikes, b) cornering him in the bathroom, or c) sprinting after him on foot.

Today, it had been on foot.

“C’mon monkey boy!” Charlie howled, the other boys closing in on him. George sprinted a quick right realizing he dropped his lunch box and thinking a violent but rapid mom’s gonna be so mad, oh no oh no-

George barreled down the street, his house in sight, tears stealing on his cheeks from the sheer speed and necessity to get home. His feet seemed to be operating without him knowing, his body throwing itself backwards and forwards with the blinding need to be home, to hug his dad and say he wasn’t going to school anymore, to ask his mom to stop packing bananas in his lunchbox even though it was his favorite snack because mom don’t you know they call me monkey boy-

“Thought you could really get away from us this time huh, Georgie boy?” Charlie had pinned him to the concrete, George’s heart screaming in his ears. He could barely register that his lip was bleeding, and that maybe if he focused on the sky, his eleven year old shrimp of a body wouldn’t feel-

Pow.

Isn’t that what superheroes say? Pow? Let’s think about superheroes, Georgie, Charlie doesn’t last long with punches anyway just keep lookin’ at the sky, he thought wildly before-

Pow.

Pow.

He vaguely felt his eyes roll back into his head, but he made a very clear rule to himself that he wouldn’t cry, Fred wouldn’t want him to cry, not that Fred was mean, Fred just hates seeing him cry-

Pow.

P-

And suddenly there was something off his body. He could hear punching noises but they were not aimed at George, but rather someone else. When he was able to open his eyes he saw his brother, Fred, landing blow after blow to Charlie Dooley, Charlie mewling under Fred.

“Touch my brother again, and I promise I won’t just break your nose next time, yeah?”

-

Art Weasley sat with his son George in the red chair in his caravan. It was George’s favorite chair, as he learned the word “red” from that chair and then equated “red” to his own hair.

Arthur had known his son would have it harder. It wasn’t his fault the boy was different, he loved him just the same for it if not slightly more so for the way he was a bit quieter, the way he listened and thought and thought and then wanted to make choices. The way he asked his mom if he could pack Fred’s lunches for school because only George knew Fred hated crunchy peanut butter sandwiches with white bread.

But more so for the way George wasn’t afraid to show love. To cry. To feel things Art sometimes couldn’t articulate.

George was curled into his father, tears staining his button up shirt and his body shuddering with every anxiety laden breath. Art put a hand on his son’s back and put his lips to his hair.

“George, you have to breathe for me or you’re gonna get sick.” He rubbed his son’s back soothingly.

“I’m sorry, dad, I promised I did what you said and tried to protect myself and when I couldn’t do anything else I just didn’t look at h-him I p-promise, dad p-please don’t be mad at me...” he took another shudder and released a cry into his father’s shoulder. Art was not a helpless man, but there was something that destroyed and cracked his very soul at the sight of his most vulnerable child, the most angelic of his seven children. The one that everyone protected. And at times like these, sometimes all a father can do is hold his child. So that’s what he did.

“I know, son...I know...”

-

“George?”

George jumped out of his thoughts, his palms sweaty from the inevitable stage fright that always accompanied him before a show. It was no matter how many times he grazed the trapeze with his sister Gin and his brother Ron, the nerves were always the same.

At least this time, no pows would be administered from anyone besides himself.

He heard his name again, the daze breaking as he looked at his oldest brother Bill.

“George. You’ll be fine. You always are, baby brother.” He said softly, placing his hands back on, Cora (short for Corazon) the lion. George gulped and nodded, and Fred patted his back, giving a hearty wink. George smiled a small smile, clapping Fred’s forearm.

“Ready, Fred?”

Fred grinned.

“Ready, George.”

-

George belonged to the trapeze. The way his body seemed to elongate with grace and dexterity when he grabbed his sister, the way he gave flirty winks at the girls in the crowd, the way he never dropped a muscle unplaced-

The way their father always noticed.

Fred saw these things in his younger brother and couldn’t help the fit of jealousy in his stomach. Don’t get your tightrope in a twist, he was possibly the most proud of his brother, and his hand to God if he didn’t say he hooted his name the loudest watching him do his thing.

But he never felt like he could ever match that.

He knew his hands were meant for something greater, same as his mind. Juggling came almost as easy to the older twin as breathing, smoking cigarettes, witty banter, and sex (in no particular order). But George had something Fred didn’t have.

Approval.

Fred was, for all intents and purposes, a good person. A great person. But his habits could’ve said so much otherwise.

Fred had a nasty habit of letting his temper get the best of him. Ever since he could talk, he had taken on the role of protector to not only George, but to Ginny and Ron as well. Frequently, his hands always seemed to have more things to say than he could which says a massive fucking lot. At the ripe age of 20, he’d gotten into more bar fights and straight up blacked out sober more than his own father, and all of his other siblings. He’d been in and out of detention when he did go to school, and in and out of-

Well, you get it.

The one thing that always seemed to follow him? His charm.

Fred Weasley was a charismatic motherfucker.

And he knew it.

It was simple. All he had to do in between acts was make a couple jokes, a few magic tricks, and by the end of his little charade? He’d have at least 3 girls lined up for that night. And if he was in a particularly bad mood?

Well, it could get a little more than that.

On nights like this, he was fine with just two.

I mean...Fred knew what he was doing.

And on a night like this - he was damn proud of it.

Until he saw you...

Last night.

Fred’s dessert was named Candy. He honestly couldn’t remember what her actual name was, but he did remember she said:

“Call me Candy. I taste like it, too.”

And honestly? That was really all he needed.

It didn’t take him long to press her small body against his caravan. She wound her arms around his neck and fisted into his flame colored hair and yanked, his hips rolling as he moaned into her lipstick stained mouth.

Fred always did have a thing for gals in red.

Fred realized his pants had begun to be a tad too tight, as Candy’s tongue licked into his mouth. his hands found their way under her dress, fingers kneading at her thighs and she squeaked. He lifted her legs at her noise and he wrapped them around his body, his bulge pressing into where she needed him the most.

“Fred, please” she whined, his mouth attaching to the valley of her breasts, the exposed skin of her dress warm and inviting.

“Please what, doll?” He teased roughly, his free hand sliding to cup her ass and squeezing. She gasped at his rough touch and he bit her collarbone.

“Fred, please, fuck me” she said airily. He smirked before pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.

“Absolutely, baby, see how easy that was?” He licked her bottom lip and bit, before pressing his forehead to hers, the sheer strength of his body pressing her against the van enough to use his hands to pull her panties down enough for her to kick them away. She reached down to unzip his pants when he motioned for her to do so, his hard cock free of his boxers.

“You ready, pretty girl?” He growled against her earlobe. Candy whispered a breathy “please” and Fred slid into her cunt, her wetness echoing sinful noises at the contact. They groaned at connection, and Fred continued to go deeper into her until he bottomed out. He looked at her for confirmation to keep going and she nodded. He pulled out and slammed back into her, beginning to set a rough pace against the van.

“Freddie, fuckfuckfuck you feel s-so good” she sputtered, Candy’s back hitting and arching against the van, causing it to move slightly against her. Fred nipped and sucked at her neck, determined to always leave a map of where he left his treasure behind...

“Look at you, unraveling like a ball of twine. Never had cock this good, doll?” He reached a particularly good angle in her causing her to claw deeper at his back, biting in a scream.

“Thereeee it is, baby. You like that don’t you, c’mon be a good little cock slut and tell me what you want, want everyone in this whole fucking camp to know I’m fucking you so good.” His hand went to her clit, circling it harshly. He wanted her to finish, his dick was twitching all to hard in her and he needed her to release before it was his turn. Her moans and gasps and mini clawings were getting sloppier, losing their tempo.

“Fred-Fred-“

“Yeah, baby, I’ve got you” he groaned against her mouth at her clenching pussy. She gave a final sputter and screamed into his shoulder, a hot electric wave coursing over his cock, with one, two, three harder pumps, he released into her as well. He leaned his forehead against hers and kissed it lightly. But when he looked back at her face, she was already losing interest. Just like the others. But it didn’t bother him...at least not anymore, right?

Just another night.

-

Memories of Candy and Janie and Jessica and Portia and all the other girls seemed to wash away at the sight of you waiting after the show. Your eyes were full of life but somehow had something tired behind them. The way your hair wasn’t perfectly coiffed but still looked like you had tried to, the way your dress was crinkled at the bottom like you didn’t give a shit if it was crumpled in the bottom of your dresser.

And then you looked at him.

Fred Weasley could have sworn time stopped at the way you walked across the hay to him, your body positioned in a way that would’ve given him every reason to hold you. he realized his face began to flush at the sight of you getting closer.

That, he thought, was an alien feeling.

“Hi.” You said warmly to him.

“You’re Fred, right? I loved your act.”

He blinked twice and then returned your smile.

“Yeah. Thank you so much, I...I really try, I am so sorry but what is your name?” His eyes scanned your face. You stuck your tongue in your cheek and returned the search on his face.

“Y/N. Y/L/N. I’m looking for a job.”

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Movie Dad

Featuring character actor, Paul Dooley

Back in 2017, I got to meet veteran actor, Paul Dooley at his one-man show, Movie Dad at Theatre West. He's been one of Hollywood's most reliable character actors. You probably know him as the grumpy dad in Breaking Away. Or as Molly Ringwald's understanding dad in Sixteen Candles. Or as the long-suffering dad who walked Julia Roberts down the aisle four times in Runaway Bride and many others. During the show, he seemed to look at me a lot while he was just talking in general. Since I had a long standing crush on him, I was genuinely star-struck. That’s not even mentioning how hilarious Mr. Dooley is or just how great of a speaker he is. After the show, we talked a bit with him and asked me about what I was up to, where I'm from and if I was dating. "I haven’t really dated all that much. Uh, I guess I need to tell you something. I'm gay, Mr. Dooley." ''Well son, I always say, to each his own. I had a friend in the Navy that was gay. Hell, I reckon he was my best friend. We never, you know, did anything." He surprisingly admitted. “Well this might be a bit confusing to you, but I am only attracted to older men. I don’t know why, that's just me and how I feel inside. In fact, I have had a crush on you since I first saw you in Sixteen Candles." “Is that right.” The old man said, suddenly looking at me differently. His eyes seemed to stare at me as though he was looking at me through a magnifying glass. "Hope I didn't ruin your fantasy." Paul said after a chuckle. "Mr. Dooley, you're needed." His handler called out from behind him. "Be right there." The character actor answered. Then he leaned his head closer to me and in a lower voice than even his handler couldn't have heard, said, "I'm staying at the Luxury Hollywood Villas, room 215. You stop by there in a couple of hours." "Sure thing." I said as the old character actor and his handler walked back to his dressing room. After a few steps, he turned and saw me staring. He winked and smiled a warm friendly, knowing smile. I pretended not to notice, but it was a genuine smile and had more to it than was on the surface. I just smiled back. He was definitely a cutie in his black slacks and grey sweater which made him even more attractive to me. Once again he looked in my direction and winked. I was thinking what a cute little flirt he was. After that, I went to a nearby restaurant for something to eat. I was thinking of the invitation I had received from Mr. Dooley. What had it meant? Was it him being very gracious to a fan or was it something else entirely. It passed the two-hour timetable when I pulled into the driveway of his hotel and I must admit to being more than a little nervous when I knocked on the door. Mr. Dooley greeted me as he closed the door behind us. We sat down and started to have a nice conversation. He asked me if I wanted something to drink and without hesitation, I told him yes. He quick went to the mini refrigerator. When he turned to walk over to me, I noticed a bulge at his waist. Mr. Dooley had a boner. It was impossible to miss. I immediately looked away from his groin and tried to find something else to lay my eyes on. "I was so worried you'd never possibly be interested, but I can see I was wrong."

I turned toward him and noticed he was looking at my groin which was hard as a rock. My heart stopped beating then started again only to beat a thousand times a second. How lucky could I be. Paul was the epitome of a horny grandpa primed for action.

Seeing his willingness, I made the first move, immediately standing up to kiss him. We started stripping each other slowly and seductively until we were both on the bed naked. I asked him if he’d been with a man before and he told me no. I told him he was in for a treat as I began stroking his dick, allowing my hand to engulf his balls with each stroke. His balls were what resulted in such a nice looking package that I had ogled over for years.

Paul started moaning as I allowed my tongue to slip down past his neckline and onto his chest. I had my hands firmly planted on his torso as my tongue drew circles around his nipples. A delight for Paul, if his reaction was any indication. He moaned and stroked my hair as I nursed his nipples.

A million kisses to his body and I found his crotch. Paul groaned in delight as the head of his cock slid into my mouth. I began to suck while I swirled my tongue around his boner as he started thrusting into my throat, making me gag. I crawled back up on top of him and with our cocks pressed between us, we resume kissing.

A minute or two later, Paul broke the kiss, reached in for my hard dick, looked at it, then surprisingly took it in his mouth. The sensation of his warm mouth and the touch of his hand on my balls was amazing. He pushed his head down on it as far as he could without gagging. I felt the head rubbing the back of his throat as I looked down and saw the gray hair bobbing up and down on my dick.

Paul was eagerly gobbling my cock as if he was a starved man trying to satisfy his hunger. As I ran my fingers through his gray hair, I started to push him down farther on my dick. He opened his mouth and relaxed his jaw to take more in. A moan escaped my lips before he pulled his head up and looked at me. I know he was wondering how it was so I told him it was fantastic before he could ask. I couldn't believe how much of me he had taken in his mouth. It was as if he wanted my cock buried in his throat.

After a few minutes of giving and receiving oral foreplay, Paul asked me if I wanted to fuck him and I said yes. Rolling on to his belly, I quickly straddled one of his legs. His beautiful ass was mesmerizing as I stared down at it. All at once, Paul pushed his ass to me. This was too good to be true! Before I knew it the head was right at his hole and boy was it hot against my cock.

"Just relax and we'll take our time." Told him as I wet a couple of fingers before slipping them into his waiting ass.

I worked it, nice and slow until I was pressing the tips of four fingers past his rose bud.

"Please... try it now." Paul said as he reached down and pulled my hand away.

"Now just relax and enjoy it. Once you get past the burn you let me know and I'll ride you as long and as hard as you like." I said before mounting him.  

I eased the head of my cock in his hole and thought I would spew right then and there. Paul cleared his throat and as he did he also gave his butt a push toward my cock. I moved in and out a few times, but on each re-entry, I slowly pushed my cock deeper and started to fuck this granddaddy tight ass. I tried not to cum too quickly and yet I was really enjoying the sensation of his virgin ass squeezing my dick. If I had died the next few seconds, well my life would have been worthwhile to have had the chance to have my cock inside this veteran actor’s ass.

After about 20 minutes of this, I began to pick up the speed a little. I didn’t want to hurt him so I fucked him with caution. Each time I would stop for a moment I would feel his ass quiver in anticipation of my next thrust. I wanted this to last forever, but his asshole was so hot it was like my cock was on fire and with each stroke it grew even hotter. God was this good. I let my shoulders and torso fall backward as I pushed my pelvis to his hot virgin ass. By now, his hole had opened up wide now as I fucked him more freely. His ass grabbed at my cock as I got even deeper. I asked him ”Are you ok?”

“Yes son. That feels good. I’ve never done this you know.”

“Tell me if I am hurting you Paul.”

“No son, you can give it to me faster if you like.”

That's all I needed to hear as I shifted his weight and started fucking him like an engine firing all it's pistons at once. I let my cock find the deep end of his pool and started fucking him with longer strokes now. He moaned loudly and began to push his butt to meet my pace. He was getting wet and hot inside as I continued pumping him with my throbbing dick. I gave him every inch I had as my balls were ready to explode again.

“Oh yes, oh! YES! Fuck me harder. HARDER!” He moaned as he was loving my dick in his ass.

I him without mercy, hard and deep, pounding my cocks full length into his ass for a good two or three minutes.

“Ahh!!! Oh yeah!” I called out as I felt my cum against his passage as it shot out like a scud missile. I held his hips for a few strokes then reached for his shoulders as I bent forward to kiss the back of his neck. His hole sucked me in further still as my load bubbled inside him.

"That... was some honest to goodness man sex." I said as I rolled off of him onto my back.

“Mmm... yes son. I never thought I would let a man fuck me, but you, you made it feel so good.” Paul said as he turned over to look at me.

Noticing his dick was still throbbing, I put my mouth over it and began to suck this old actor off. I knew it really turned him on to have me pumping up and down on his dick. He grabbed me by the hair as he was about to fire off his load. I don't think he wanted to come in my mouth, but I couldn't stop and he fired his load down my throat. With a loud groan I had finished him off.

He pulled me to his chest kissing the top of my head caressing me with his arms, holding me ever so tightly. Soon we were falling into a deep heavenly slumber.

[leo-dooley-lab-rats]

There’s hidden gem of an episode in Elite Force and that’s the episode Game of Drones. The main story between Kaz, Oliver, and Chase is not the best. It is a showcase of what’s sort of wrong with how Elite Force handled the Mighty Med cast that made it over. Oliver is jealous over Chase and Kaz spending time together. Kaz is actually in character here though. He’s the lovable idiot that he was in Mighty Med. Oliver is the who is out of character. He is overly posscessive of Kaz. Oliver has always looked out for Kaz, but never prevented Kaz from having other friends. This is the same behavior Oliver has with Skylar in this show. It’s not a likable thing for Oliver to be doing. The behavior could be a result of the trauma over the death of almost everyone he knew. It is still not a likable thing for Oliver.

I think Elite Force is trying to say that Oliver and Chase are a lot alike through Kaz clicking with Chase so much. Even at the end of episode it’s stated out right that Chase and Oliver are the most alike on the team. It’s odd to hear that since I’d argue that Oliver and Chase are very different characters. Oliver is more street smart than book smart. Chase is book smart not street smart. Oliver and Chase also just don’t seem to share a lot of interests either. Plus, Oliver is a LOT more aware of other people’s feelings than Chase. I get what the writers are going for, the two smart guys on the old show becoming friends. Oliver isn’t actually that smart though. He is not some super genius like Chase or even really clever like Leo. The idea behind Mighty Med was that Kaz and Oliver were basically the every man. I do get the idea behind this story, but doesn’t really work.

Now the side plot is were the episode shines. The side plot of the episode focuses on Perry wanting to do a tightrope walk across two skyscrapers. Perry wants to do this due to her family’s long history in the circus. Now that piece of information puts most of Perry’s character in context. Like Perry’s almost inhuman strength, she might have learned it for her days in the circus. Perry’s wild out there story’s are likely true to some degree but, exaggerated. Something she likely learned in her days in the circus. Even her full name, Terry Cherry Perry, makes more sense with this context. I honestly like how the episode introduces this saw piece of information that helps out of Perry into prospective.

Another fun aspect of the Perry side of the story is Bree and Perry’s dynamic. Bree is in her best form in this episode, she is very worried about Perry’s well being. Perry on the other hand wants to do want no one in family has done before. Both character even end up saving each other in a way by the end. Perry in the episode just feels different because she’s here to accomplish her own goals and dreams. It’s different way to use the character. Perry is usually around for comic relief and sometimes moves a plot forward. Most of her comedy comes from her outlandish stories and making fun of Davenport/Dooley family. The episode is small window into the true life of Perry. It’s a really solid Perry focused episode.

Overall, the episode is mixed. Perry stuff is really good while the stuff with boys not so much. I would say check it out if you have the time since I think the Perry stuff is worth it.

[utopians]

3 and 45 :)

3. favorite love song?

ooh gonna have to say good old fashioned lover boy by queen! honorable mentions are roses are falling by orville peck, lovefool by the cardigans, and as time goes by by dooley wilson

45. favorite pajamas?

eerily well timed question bc up until like a week ago I just wore casual clothes to bed but I just bought some oversized flannel pajama pants and it has been... life changing

[junkercrush]

Okay, okay, so I'm Australian and I would love to see some interaction of Junkrat discovering traditional Aussie food. Like Fairy bread, lamingtons, vegemite.

Oh my goodness! :D :D :D 

My dear, you have no idea how much fun I had working on this short piece. Researching Australian food made me super hungry though lol. 

Here ya go!

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Junkrat Discovers Aussie Food

Rating: SFW

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You were stuck in the middle of the hot, forsaken Outback on a mission.  However, you were glad to work with somebody who can freaking cook.

“There.” Hog grunted as he passed an oozing grilled cheese sandwich to you. It wasn’t much, but it was something. You bit into the gooey sandwich in an instant. Damn, it was cheesy heaven in your mouth.

Originally, you, Hog, and Junkrat were supposed to be spying on a group of Junker rebels to report back to Headquarters.

Of course, things got out of hand. Junkrat got too trigger happy, and the original stand you guys stayed burned to the ground. Miles away from your old post, you finally found an abandoned road café. Luckily, the food was still fresh.

“Is it good?” Roadhog asked you. You answered with a thumbs up.

“It’s fantastic, Hog! Jamie’s gonna love this!” You replied. “Where’s ‘Rat?”

“He went to the bathroom.”

“But that was half an hour ago.”

Roadhog sighed and leaned over the sizzling stove. He had more grilled cheese on the way. “Can you see if he’s out in the back?”

“I’m on it.”

You hopped out of your bar stool and exited the café.

“Junkrat! We got sandwiches!” You yelled as you walked to the back where two garbage bins stood. You heard rattling and mumbling in one of them.

“Rat?”

You tiptoed to a bin and slowly lifted the lid. Junkrat was covered in filth, digging through open trash bags.

“Junk? What the–?”

“Oi, hey there, (Y/N)! I found some good treats in here!”

“Hog made us food. You don’t need to go through the garbage.”

“Meh, there’s nothing good in the kitchen.”

“Rat, please get out of there.”

Before you know it, Roadhog’s muscular arm reached into the trash bin and yanked Junkrat out. “Rat, what the fuck did I tell you about going through the trash?!” Roadhog barked.

Junkrat only hissed at him. Roadhog grabbed a water hose and sprayed Junkrat with it.

“NOOO!!!” Junkrat wailed.

You could only stand and watch, trying not to laugh too much. This was the most entertainment you had since you came to the Outback.

“Digging through trash, smelling like shit,” Roadhog muttered. He turned off the hose and raised the drenched Rat to his feet. “Now go dry yourself. You have some grilled cheese. EAT!”

Junkrat whimpered at Roadhog’s last order and scattered to the kitchen. He gave you a puppy-eyed glance before entering the building.

Your heart responded. Empathy was pouring in. Roadhog placed a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“He’s not used to eating like a normal person, huh?” You asked Hog. Hog shook his head.

“Not quite. I caught him doing the same thing back at base. He’s not used to food handed to him, you know?”

An idea popped in your head.

“Maybe we could do something for him once we return to Overwatch?”

“What are you thinking?”

“You know how to make potato cakes?”

                                                 *~*~*~*

Junkrat entered your apartment, looking around and already touching things.

“You have a cozy little place.” He said.

You barely recognized the Aussie in your home. His hair (was left of it) was slicked back, he smelled like sage, and he was actually wearing a shirt for once.

“I gave him a bath.” Hog said to you as he followed Junkrat through your doorway. He wore a t-shirt with his fiery pig belly poking out and a pair of camo pants. Hog still wore his pig mask, and his hair was loose from its usual ponytail. He too smelled like sage.

You pulled Hog aside as Junkrat hopped onto your couch in the living room. “Thanks for helping me out.” You whispered. Hog gave you a thumbs up.

“No problem.” He replied.

You walked to the living room and found Junkrat all nestled up on your couch. He looked like he was about to go to sleep.

“I didn’t invite you over for a sleepover,” You chuckled. “Food’s waiting for you in the kitchen.”

Junkrat stood up. “What’cha got?” He asked.

You pointed to your kitchen archway. “Go ahead and find out.”

Junkrat paced to the kitchen. “I need something! Damn Hog wouldn’t let me eat all day!”

You and Roadhog exchanged glances and followed Junkrat into the kitchen.

“Hooley Dooley!” Junkrat gasped as he circled your dining table covered in Aussie delights. There were meat pies, potato cakes, pavlova, lamingtons, chicken parmigiana, barbecue snags, and so much more!

“Is it my birthday?” Junkrat asked you. “How did you know?”

“Uh…” You turned to Roadhog. He only shrugged his shoulders. “No, Jamie, it’s not. Hog and I wanted to introduce you to some authentic Aussie cuisine.”

“Not garbage.” Hog added.

Junkrat circled around the table, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “Some much to choose…” He said.

“Why don’t you sit down?” You offered him a chair.

You sat beside him and watched him pick up the largest meat pie from the meat pie plate. It was decorated with toothpicks with little Australian flags. Junkrat pulled them out and sank his teeth into the pie.

“Mmmm!” He moaned. “The hell is this?”

“Meat pies.” You answered.

“I made the really big one.” Hog pointed out.

You and Hog watched in delight as the Rat consumed the rest of the pie and the remaining ones from the meat pie plate. For such a thin man, his appetite surprised you.

“Whoops,” The Rat said. “You guys didn’t want any of those meat pies, did you?” 

You shook your head. “It’s fine. We made them mostly for you.”

Junkrat smiled. “Thanks, mate.” He looked around the table and pulled the plate of small chocolate treats towards him.

“Those are lamingtons,” You said. “Hope you like chocolate and coconut.”

“Ooohh.” Junkrat bit into one chocolate delicacy and gaged. Roadhog immediately placed a paper towel over Rat’s mouth to spit it back out.

“I never knew what coconut was,” Rat said. “Now I know, and I don’t like them!”

“Try this.” Hog offered a slice of pavlova to Rat.

“It’s so pretty,” Junkrat said before popping a piece into his mouth. His eyes lit up. “Give me the whole damn thing!” Junkrat ordered.

Hog pushed the pavlova cake to Junkrat. Junkrat splatted his face into the cake. You laughed.

“Ahh fuck, this is good!” Junkrat shouted, his face stuffed with cake. Note: Junkrat loves pavlova.

“How about this?” You offered Junkrat a toast covered in sprinkles. “It’s fairy bread.”

“Fairies made this?” Junkrat started searching around the room. “Where are the little winged buggers?”

“They aren’t any here,” You snickered. “Try the bread!”

Junkrat wiped leftover pavlova from his mouth with his arm and bit into the fairy bread. He nodded. The Rat liked the fairy bread too.

“What else can I eat?” The Rat asked. He froze as he laid eyes upon a jar of vegemite. “Is that…” He picked up the jar.

“That’s veg—” You said.

“I know, mate.” Junkrat opened the jar and stuffed his noise inside, inhaling its contents. He closed the jar and placed it on the table, staring at it.

“Don’t like it?” Hog asked.

Tears started swelling up in Junkrat’s eyes.

“Rat?” You wondered.

Junkrat sniffed and let the waterworks flow.

“What’s wrong with him?” You mouthed to Roadhog. The Hog was just as clueless as you were.

“I haven’t eaten vegemite since I was a boy. I used to eat this for brekkie with me mum.” He sighed.

You gave Junkrat a plain toast and a butter knife. “Eat.”

Junkrat took your toast, spread it with loads of vegemite, and chowed down.

“Oh God!” Junkrat cried. You wiped his tears with a napkin. He hugged you, bawling on your shoulder.

“Thank you, (Y/N), thank you!” He turned to Hog. “You too, you big oaf.”

Hog only snorted with approval.

An hour later, Junkrat was ultimately stuffed. Roadhog had the sleeping Rat over his shoulder.

“This was a good idea.” Hog said to you.

“Definitely! I’ll see you two tomorrow for ‘brekkie’?” You asked.

Roadhog chuckled. “Maybe. I’ll let you know if this Rat’s up for it.” Hog turned to the door.

“Wait!” You hissed. You ran to Hog and stuffed two packed of Tim-Tams into Junkrat’s pockets. “He’ll like those.”

You could feel Hog smiling at you through his mask. “I’m sure he will.”

Hog and Rat were finally gone from your apartment.

Damn it! You forgot to ask Hog to help you with the dishes.

                                           THE END