#I SAID FIGHT MEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[smute]

ich war noch nie so spät dran mit dem plätzchenbacken und jedes jahr denk ich mir och braucht doch auch eigentlich keiner ABER ICH HABE UNRECHT! nichts geht über omas butterplätzchen

[secretsreader]

@teriyakichop

ahaha oh yeah?

this is u like 'we're all gonna put you on ignore'. even tho by 'we all' you mean 'me, by myself, because i'm completely alone here without my guild and everyone that's left wants me to leave.'

Here's you bitching more. "Learn to take damage", you say, after literally ignoring several attempts to attack you, while in the same breath getting hyper offended that people aren't taking your 1 liner godmod head ass rp seriously. here they are, literally taking damage. and what are you doing? automatically ignoring damage with one liner rp. Here's Kazi taking damage right here, in the same screenshot where you can't offer the same respect.

like, did you think i was joking when i said I was literally there? i saw everything, as a casual observer, and you're literally garbage. The worst kind of rper, that not only is a godmodder, has no impulse control, has no ic/ooc boundary, but worst of all you're so up your own ass and passive aggressive about it, too. its actually fucking embarrassing, which is probably why you've been dropping guildies like flies.

like i dont shame less skilled rpers, but when you're being a piece of shit that goes out the window. what the fuck is this rp??? you clearly are not trying. you clearly are not seeking a fun interaction for all people involved. you're being a shitter. AND we've got the fun Xyzis cameo, you're p*do best friend.

throwing such a temper tantrum your weak ass was ignoring emotes. people trying to interact, trying to take your shitty godmod ass rp seriously, and you can't even do the bare fucking decency of acknowledging them over the course of SEVERAL minutes. Just yelling 'TeMpLaRi' despite the fact that clearly not a single one of them wanted to be involved in your little bitchfit.

when they tried to disengage the fight, you continued. that's fine, if its your character. but you wont even acknowledge people emoting at you? Even when pointed out in ooc several times? 'Oh ThEyRe CuRsInG aT mEeEeEeEeEeEeE' bro stop being a baby bitch crying about people using vulgar language. not one person was mean ENOUGH to you, not one person called u a baby bitch godmodder. you got off easy. and finally...

'we're going to rp in this area as if y'all don't exist'. not only did you mean 'I' by that statement, you didn't do any rp. you just walked back into the inn and sat down and afked alone like the pathetic loser you are. and then only showed up again like, what. once? To yell an ooc question? Literally just you trying to be spiteful and prideful and it didn't work because you literally have no reason to be there other than letting ur guild do their p*do pervert rp in public and making the game worse for everyone else. thankfully, you went ahead and did what EVERYONE there wanted you to do: Leave.

baby bitch

Nearly a week ago, Draenei guild lead gets notified their co-GM is RPing an underage character and being promiscuous. Goes on a psuedo-Machiavellian witch hunt for the "Traitor" and has their simp/goons nuke the evidence gdoc and imgur via mass reporting. Conveniently states they'll start their own investigation with a limited window of accepting any evidence while playing coy "Oh my, I don't know what happened but the evidence is gone..." You ain't slick, try to sniff out my Fromunda Cheese.

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[petersasteria]

It's meeeeeeeeeeeee ! Yeah, last one but i think it's great, any boy you want, (i saw Harry but i let you choose) 40 - 42 - 52 and maybe 46 yeahhh i see angst in that request, angst and fluff at the end...

I'll do peter hehe bc why not

40. “When my date takes me home and kisses me good night, if I don’t hear the Philharmonic in my head, I dump him.” 42. "To tell you the truth, I think your theories about relationships are total bullshit.” 46. "How could you do this to me?” “Because I’m in love with you!” “Ha! What kind of an excuse is that?” 52. "You’re so afraid of being hurt, you’re gonna end up all alone.”

Parker || Main || Taglist

Peter Parker was afraid of commitment.

He was scared that his heart would be so broken it couldn't be fixed anymore. Using his brains, he came up with theories about relationships and it all came down to sex. He figured the reason why things don't work out is because after people have sex, they leave and won't be bothered to call. Then he swore to himself that he'll only have one girlfriend and make sure she'll be on board with his theory.

Then he found you. You were perfect for him and he looked at you as if you put the stars in the sky. He was so in love and truly, you were in love with him too. He could remember your first date like it was yesterday.

It was 6PM and Peter was already at the restaurant. He was fifteen minutes early and he knew it was ridiculous, but he just wanted to make sure that you were telling the truth about being an early bird to things because you hated being tardy.

Lo and behold, you were right. Five minutes after he arrived, you came in and saw him. You went over and sat down, "You're early. What time did you get here?"

"You're early too and don't worry, I got here five minutes ago. Shall we order?"

The night was filled with joy and laughter and wholesome things. He offered to walk you home and you agreed. You really felt like Peter was the one for you. It was too early to tell and you were probably being silly, but you just knew.

Stopping in front of your door, you turned to him and said, "I had such a fun night, Peter. Thank you for this."

He smiled, "No problem. I had a fun night too."

"You're different from all the other guys who took me out because they were so boring. All of them were my first and last dates. You see, when my date takes me home and kisses me good night, if I don't hear the Philharmonic in my head, I dump him."

"Oh, I see." Peter said nervously. "D-Do you hear the Philharmonic in your head now?"

You smiled sweetly at him as you stepped closer, "Not only do I hear the Philharmonic, but I also hear Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber's orchestra going off in my head and they're all telling me that I should totally kiss you."

Peter smirked slightly before leaning in to kiss you. Needless to say, you shared a passionate kiss that night and Peter was practically skipping on the way home.

He would never forget that day. It was the most magical experience he ever had and now he fucked it all up. To be fair, you knew what you were getting into because he told you about his theory about relationships, but you thought you could do it. Then it all came crashing down on you.

Hot and heavy kisses were shared between you and Peter. It was all so heated and passionate and just thinking about him on top of you made you excited. Then Peter stopped.

"Why did you stop?" You asked, your mind still hazy from all the kissing. You never knew you could be drunk all because of someone's kisses, but there you were.

Peter sat up and said, "I stopped because we were about to have sex and remember what I said? I don't do that because it quickly ends a relationship and I don't want that to happen to us."

"But just consider this as a next step in our relationship. It'll be fine because I'll still be here!" You exclaimed.

"How am I so sure that you'll stay, hm? Every girl I've been with left me after sleeping with me. How am I so sure that you won't do the same?"

"Because I'm different!"

"That's what they all said!" Peter shouted in frustration. He ran a hand through his hair and stood up to pace back and forth. "I thought you understood the theory I told you about? I thought you agreed?!"

"I did, okay?! I agreed with you at the time because I thought I could do it, but it turns out I can't! I'm human, Peter! I have needs! This is normal!" You raised your voice, not wanting to yell at him just yet.

"Y/N, this is the reason why we work so well together! We don't need to be sexually intimate with each other! We're better off this way." Peter reasoned, but you shook your head.

"You see, all I can see are things that benefit YOU. YOU think we're better off this way! YOU think we don't need to be sexually intimate. YOU think this is why we work so well together, but what about me?"

"What about you?!" Peter was confused at this point. He didn't understand your side.

"I just wanted to enter the next step of the relationship with you!" You exasperatedly said.

"And that's sex? C'mon, Y/N!" Peter groaned.

"Yes, it is! Because that means we're comfortable with each other! It means that we're doing it not because we want to get laid, but because we love each other. We can be open to what we like and don't like and it doesn't even have to be fast and- and rough! It could be slow and steady because it'll be your first time with me and my first time with you. It's special, Peter, and you don't even want that!" You frowned as tears welled up your eyes.

Peter went over and sat in front of you, cupping your face with his hands, "We could do something else, babe. I'm sorry, okay? I just-"

"I trust you enough to take care of me when we finally have sex. Don't you trust me?"

"Of course, I trust you."

"Then, how could you do this to me? How could you deny something so natural like that?"

"Because I'm in love with you!"

"Ha! What kind of an excuse is that? That's horse shit, Pete!" You cried and pushed him away. Peter frowned, "So where does this leave us? I don't want to fight."

"I don't want to fight either, so I guess we're done." You told him. His heart dropped and shattered into a million pieces.

"Um, why?!" Peter asked. You looked at him and said, "I got all dressed up for you and I did my makeup just for you and I prepared everything just for you! I even cleaned my room extra clean just to please you and-"

"I am pleased! This is the cleanest your room has ever been!"

"-And all I wanted was to take the next step with you! That's it! Since you won't give me that, just go. I'll find someone who will." You said sadly.

"You do understand why I came up with that theory right?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, I do. You were hurt and I respect that, but hurt is always present in a relationship. You can't stop that. You're so afraid of being hurt, you're gonna end up all alone." You told him.

Peter never forgot about that night and his heart broke. After a few weeks of pitying himself, he finally got his shit together and thought of ways to get you back. He now realized where you were coming from and he couldn't blame you. You were right. You were human and you had needs.

Now, here he was in front of your door with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of your favorite donuts. He rang the doorbell and waited for you to open the door.

You opened the door and to his surprise, you were all dolled up. Seeing you like that made him panic, thinking you'd be on a date with someone else.

"Oh, hi." You said, leaning on the doorframe.

"Um... are you going somewhere? Because if you are, I'll come back tomorrow." Peter said.

You shook your head, "I just got home, actually. I went on a date."

Peter stared at you and asked, "Did you hear the Philharmonic? Or Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber?"

You could only shake your head.

"The last time I heard them is when I went out with you. You're the one for me and I know it."

This made Peter smile. Perhaps he had a shot again. "You're the one for me too!" He grinned, making you stare at him.

"What're you doing here?"

"I came to apologize." He sighed, handing you his gifts.

"Oh?" You said, taking the gifts from him, muttering a small 'thank you'.

"Yeah, I want to say sorry for being blind about your feelings. A relationship is between two people and it was unfair of me to assume you wanted the same; it was unfair of me to think that you wouldn't have urges or anything like that. I'm sorry." Peter said sincerely.

"I hope you forgive me and I hope we can start again because I can't lose you. I love you too much to lose you. You mean so much to me and I'm not letting you go without a fight." Peter said and you stared at him for a while.

"To tell you the truth, I think your theories about relationships are total bullshit." You confessed and he nodded.

"I know and that's why I'm getting rid of them. Fuck those theories! They can rot in hell for all I care. They're even scientifically accurate or something. It's based on my experience and I don't understand why I call it-"

"Peter, let me finish." You chuckled and he quickly shuts up. "I just want to be with you. That's all. And when I say that I want to be with you, I mean that I want to have ALL of you. Except for that theory thing and I'm glad you're getting rid of that."

"Can we start again?" Peter asked nervously and you nodded with a smile.

"Of course, we can. Come in and we can finish all the donuts you bought!" You laughed before walking in with Peter trailing behind you and closing the front door.

i got carried away but i had so much fun writing this!

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @blueleatherbag @cocoamoonmalfoy @parkerpeter24 @slutforsr @givebuckyhisplumsnow @buckys-little-hoe @runawayolives @chewymoustachio @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @yourstrulyamour @beverlythrillz @juliediggory @yaya4302 @alexx-stancati @dummiesshort @spideyspeaches @angelsgrxzer @dreamy-clousds @hunnybunimdun @supred12 @more-like-reyna @caitsymichelle13 @aayaissaa @wannabemobwife @bigassnocash @repostcentral @imcalledflorence @eccedentesiastqueen

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[itsuki-minamy]

“REISI CASTLE”

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

There was a heavy silence on the location bus.

Inside the bus are the popular units of "Promotion, Scepter 4", the members of "Hayayumetai". Their expressions light up brightly during the live performances, but they darkened evenly. Some close their eyes, some look at the ceiling, others look at their feet. As a troop transport just before battle.

Suddenly, one of the "Hayayumetai", Tatsuya Enomoto, looked up as if he couldn't bear it.

He mumbles in a small voice.

"This is a "countdown".”

"......"

There was no response to that comment. They did not ignore it; they did not want to face reality.

"Countdown Dissolution, (Hayayumetai)", "Promotion Scepter 4" is now the most popular variety show nationwide.

Hayayumetai's "Blue Idol King", Reisi Munakata, responds to difficulties and despite his struggle, has gained great popularity regardless of gender or generation.

However, if he tries to do it, it does not accumulate.

Fortunately, it is popular, but depending on the project, he can send them to South America, the Arctic, or skydiving from 2,000 meters above the sky. They felt this crisis in their lives once or twice, making Hayayumetai's members more afraid of the countdown.

Unfortunately, the countdowns are not announced in advance. One day, they are suddenly called, put on a location bus and transported to the recording location, as they are now.

Kamo says, wrinkling his brows.

"This time, at least we should do it in Japan."

"Kamo, did you go to the Amazon river before? How to make sashimi with a giant bagre.”

“I explored abandoned mines. The toxic gas was building up here and there, and I was almost inhaling it.”

"I came back alive and well..."

"I wish it was survival on an uninhabited island. Well, in the second half my life was quite stable.”

"I do not know. They may tell you to survive in the desert.”

Everyone anticipates the next project, but everyone understood that the conversation was meaningless. Simply speaking, to allay anxiety, the brute force of the "Blue Idol King" always exceeds his expectations.

Finally, the location bus stopped.

At the same time, the "Hayayumetai" conversation stops. Akiyama got up first, followed by Benzai. His appearance as they got off the bus was more like a group of prisoners on death row than an idol unit.

They got out of the bus and looked around. Someone said to himself.

"Is it a tunnel?"

Dim passages extend before and after the location bus, and lighting is installed at equal intervals above the head. The fact that no other car is found is because it can be a tunnel that is generally not used for construction or evacuation.

What should I do here When such questions and anxiety came to their minds, a familiar sound came from the speakers on the wall.

"You were right to come, welcome everyone!"

The expression of all the members of the "Hayayumetai" was drawn at once.

Reisi Munakata. He is the president of "Promotion Scepter 4" and a unique person in the world. He is a perfect idol, but he has a bad habit of forcing them to be as perfect as he is.

"By the way, as you may have guessed, this time we are planning the 'Countdown Dissolution, (Hayayumetai)." This is the challenge for you this time.”

At the same time as the words, a heavy sound was heard. The wall just below the speakers opens slowly left and right. What lies ahead is...

"A castle...?"

Beyond the tunnel wall. In an artificial space the size of a baseball stadium, there was a small Japanese castle with a magnificent tower. Surrounded by earthworks and stone walls, moats and turrets, the flags raised here and there bear the "Promotion Scepter 4" emblem.

"Ah, President. This is…?"

Munakata calmly responds to Akiyama.

"This is the castle of" Promotion Scepter 4 ", which I made from design to construction supervision, that is, "The fortress castle of Reisi".”

"Fortress…?"

"Reisi Castle?"

"I ask you to capture this castle now. If you can break through each layer of the castle consisting of multiple assassin tigers, difficult obstacles, and defeat me, if you can defeat me as a castle master, you will complete the capture.”

"Didn't I tell you it was a Countdown Dissolution?!"

"Discarding the game immediately after the capture failed was the usual countdown theory, but this time it was a bit difficult, and we also want to get more work, so we will establish a 10-week challenge period. Everyone, challenge yourself.”

"Oh, I see…"

The members of the "Hayayumetai" looked at each other confused.

Until now, there have been many challenges, such as traveling abroad or surviving, dealing with nature and different cultures. However, this project seems to have a different color. It is not easy to challenge the "Blue Idol King", Reisi Munakata himself.

"That's it, I understand. Can we start the challenge now?”

Daiki Fuse, one of the "Swift Dream Team", raised his voice. Munakata responds.

"Of course. The "Castle Fortress of Reisi" always accepts the challenge of anyone at any time. I await your arrival at the castle tower. Munakata, over.”

The sound is heard and the speaker is interrupted. Fuse's expression directed at other members was brilliant.

"Agree. The good is in a hurry, let's capture it!”

"We will shine as soon as that happens..."

Although Domyoji looks stunned, Fuse stretches his chest,

“Well, if it's a game of physical strength, it's my turn. By the way, this is easier than crossing Eurasia!”

"Sure. It feels easy compared to the previous challenges.”

"I'll help you when it's time, so let's keep trying!"

With that said, Fuse bared his teeth and giggled.

"Waaaaaaaaah! Help meeeeeeeeeeeee!”

"Fuse?! Grab him, he's going to fall!”

It happened while challenging the first barrier of Reisi Fortress Castle, the drawbridge.

Originally it was a drawbridge full of obstacles, but when they reached the middle it broke from the middle and started to climb. The viscous oil overflows from the center of the bridge, as if mocking the impatient "Hayayumetai", and the personnel who emerged from the tower threw a huge ball.

Akiyama and Benzai, who had reached the top of the drawbridge earlier, were trying to pull on the remaining comrades. At the tip of the arrow, the thrown ball directly hit Fuse's face, keeping his conscience away for a moment.

Nothing catches Fuse's body that has started to slide.

 "Helpppppppp...!"

His figure was sucked into the bottom of a dark moat.

"Fu-, Fuseee!"

Hey! Don't be afraid, more attacks are coming!”

"Let's go!"

The remaining members of the "Hayayumetai" lower their bodies and begin to descend on the drawbridge, crawling.

They were about to cross when the door at the end of the bridge slowly opened.

Beyond that, when the tank appeared with a caterpillar sound, the members of the "Hayayumetai" were equally prepared to die.

++++++++++

"Hayayumetai reaches the second barrier. A trap."

"Activate all D1 to D4. Keep the stream flowing through the Tarai. If it stops moving for a moment, the tank will be clear.”

"Okay. Activate D1 to D4.”

"Hayayumetai. They resist firing with the D3 trap as a shield.”

"Yes, I think it's about time. Activate the E3 trap on the wall. Aim at Akiyama, he won't be able to take control if you crush him.”

"Okay. I will focus on Akiyama-san.”

In the "Castle Fortress of Reisi", in the castle tower...

It was not Reisi Munakata, the guardian of the castle, who used the operator as a limb of his body and constantly attacked the "Hayayumetai".

It is Fushimi Saruhiko, who belongs to "Hayayumetai".

He is a popular "Scepter 4" idol, Fushimi Saruhiko, who should have been a member of "Hayayumetai" himself, has no hesitation in attacking his friends. Rather, about half of the traps installed on each barrier were designed by him. To make sure his program works, one after another, he uses them against the "Hayayumetai".

"Akiyama and Benzai have retired. There are three remaining.”

"This is the end. Release trap E2. They should get away from there, if they don't want to be stabbed.”

"Okay."

Suddenly, a laugh came from inside the castle tower. Fushimi looks at him with a disturbing eye.

"What's happen?"

"Nothing. However, I thought it was a lot of fun.”

Munakata smiles as he sits in the castle chair propping his elbows. On the contrary, the expression of the vice-commander of the castle, Awashima Seri, is strong in contrast.

"Enemies must fight, there is no need to give the enemy a way to escape."

"Huh, I don't know, but you'll be in trouble if they die. It is more efficient to break his hope into pieces.”

"Fufu. It looks so much fun. After all this is better for you.”

Fushimi confronts the smiling Munakata with a click of his tongue.

The glasses reflected light on the screen and hid his expression.

"It's work. There is no fun in this. And…"

"And…?"

“Anyway, if it's the same, better do what needs to be done. It is not like this?"

At those words, the castle's owner, Munakata, laughs softly.

++++++++++

It was only after the tenth week of the end of the challenge period that the "Fortress Castle of Reisi" fell.

A direct battle with Munakata himself was what awaited the remaining "Hayayumetai", who had overcome all difficulties, and presented themselves as a great difficulty.

"Munakata, battou!"

With those words, the hopes of the three remaining members of the "Hayayumetai" were buried in an instant, and they were crushed by great despair. "Countdown Dissolution, (Hayayumetai)" achieved the highest rating of 57%.

[thewitchinthefandom]

Rating Quotes I’ve Collected From 2020

“So you’re on drugs, you name plants, and you’re a gay disaster.” 

- true

- true

- and true

10/10

“B*tch, look at my outfit and say that to me again with a straight face.” 

- this came from my lesbian friend

- she was wearing shorts over leggings and a rainbow hair clip

9/10

“I snorted an ant pile once.” 

- not orignal 

- but mildly funny

5/10

“Why do I have so many mystery vans?” 

- idek what this is 

-5/10

“I’d rather scoop out my large intestine with a rusty tractor than have to go through this day.” 

- apparently we wanted to get tetanus that day

- haha  e d g y

- actually pretty depressing

12/10

“Disney really said let’s make her suffer by not having her wife in the episode.”

- this is about the Mandalorian

- Specifically when people thought Sabine might be in it

- lmao I hope too much

8/10

“We have 3 girls on the discord chat, we’re officially diverse.” 

- lmao not true 

- 3 girls are not diverse

- I was the third girl

7/10

“Dw, I’m as straight as a stick, she said, not knowing that the stick was in fact VERY twisty.”

- me

- this is literally me

10/10

“I flopped on the floor, and NO ONE even LOOKED at me.” 

- the start of many quotes from my dad

- yes this is from my dad

- dramatic king

15/10

“I rose from my bed like a ghost rising from its grave at the sound of BTS playing downstairs.”

- mood

10/10

“‘You know what that means…WE’RE HALF SIBLINGS!!!!’

  ‘Ayy, ayy, don’t make it a ship ayyyy’” 

- idek what to say about this 

- try to guess the context of this

6/10

"What's reproduction?"

"the ability to copy yourself" 

- so many science class quotes 

- ahhh the study of cells

- where we talked about how clones could take over the world

- no seriously 

9/10

“Americans be like Starbucks. Our coffee addiction’s too strong.” 

- true

10/10

“no nucleus, no nucleus, no nucleus" 

- again science

- idk why this was funny

 -1/10

“‘Wait, what’s the non-binary version of queen?’

‘Supreme Overlord.’”

- T R U E

- GO OFF

2000000000000000/10

“I said ‘Kid, I got 5 bucks on you, don’t disappoint me,’ and he started sprinting.” 

- best story ever

- the kid was seven

10/10

“I LITERALLY WHISPERED GAY AS SOON AS THIS HAPPENED AND THE RANDOM GIRL NEXT TO ME REPLIED I KNOW RIGHT” 

- ahhhh Frozen 2

- the gay vibes in that movie

- god dangit disney

12/10

“I’m constantly a second away from losing my sh*t at all time” 

- meeeeeeeeeeeee

10/10

“Oh yeah, pop him like a Pepsi can.” 

- dad again

- how does this man function

- pretty sure he has/had a crush on Luke Skywalker

11/10

“As the great Panic! At the Disco once said, Laugh Now Cry Later.” 

- guess the context for this one lmao

- hint: math sucks

10/10

“Aw, poor thing. You just licked my toe and now you’re gonna get a concussion.” 

- dnd again

- I really need to get out of the house

- we were fighting a water monster

9/10

“FINE, JUST OPEN THE GODDAMN BOX.”

- dnd a g a i n

- that zoom session was... interesting 

 9/10

“We are in the middle of a GLOBAL PANDEMIC, why do you poison his pants!?” 

- guess the context lmao

14/10

“What in the covid?”

- my new saying

10/10

“That is Beyoncé-level gorgeous.” 

- my dad

- king is amazing

- also he said this about Luke Skywalker

- proves my point about him crushing on him

17/10

“This has been my ‘lmao feelings? Is that a planet?’ year.”

- true

- same

11/10

[bigskydreaming]

So got a new tag for people to blacklist if they’re not interested in hearing me ramble on about my original universe of superheroes and projects stemming from it: “ellis eighteen”

Trying something new like - for those who don’t know, my life has been effectively on hold for a couple years now while my day to day existence is consumed with trying to fix a severely misaligned jaw that causes chronic pain & assorted other issues & makes my daily quality of life like....super not fun. With help, I’ve managed to make it all the way to the point of having a diagnosis, high quality insurance and a treatment plan, but I’ve been stalled for a couple months trying to find a surgeon to actually DO my surgery, because like, the one who did my diagnosis was out of network and refused as a ‘matter of policy’ to do the surgery without receiving full payment up front and having insurance reimburse me after treatment, which like...I literally could not afford to do. 

Currently I’m trying to get in to see this new oral surgeon whose schedule is apparently so packed that like....they still can’t fit me in before end of September-ish and I’m like sitting on thumbtacks hoping for a cancellation sooner whilst still calling every other oral surgeon I can find in the greater LA county area to see if I can find ANYONE else who does this extremely specialized surgery.

Soooooo, add that to my host of mental health issues and my freaky fast worst superpower ever metabolism that severely limits the effectiveness of my medication and how long that medication works for, and like.....I’m super stressed on the daily, which has a tendency to exacerbate my already existing inclination towards being....fight-y...and taking extreme umbrage at passive aggressive digs and condescension and like.....yeah. LOL. All of which I’m super not fond of, and am aware are issues for me, but my ability to regulate them effectively is...hampered by a lack of resources and extreme external complications at the moment.

BUT I’m the kind of stubborn asshole who is not comfortable just existing like that, with Things About Me That Bug Me being my default state for an indefinite period of time without trying to find new ways to like....stop that, so I’ve been experimenting with different personality patches or whatever, lmfao. My tendency to ramble on AT LENGTH (yes I know I’m a wordy bastard, I’ve made my peace with that particular issue, I have bigger problems lol, plz just unfollow or...scroll, like I really don’t have a ton of other options for you there)...its actually a generally helpful thing for me these days, when I focus it on one of my ‘for fun’ hyper-fixations as a distraction from my current stresses, since focusing on said stresses tends to exacerbate my physical condition even, since apparently my brain is like, big on psychosomatic shit.

Hence my TOMES of meta on fave characters like Scott McCall or Dick Grayson. Problem is, those hyper-fixations come with drawbacks in the form of people who insist on contradicting me with WRONG opinions that need to be CORRECTED by moi, because......we established my mental health status of late, yes? Anyway, so when I get fixated in turn on someone who’s condescending to me or flat out aggressive because of shit like that and my brain goes OH HEY LOOK WHO WANTS TO FIGHT its.....not so generally helpful.

So! Started talking with a new online therapist person type who was recommended to me by a friend, and we started going over alternative distractions, since leaning into my hyper-fixations this way DOES have merit, its the tendency to....butt heads over them that I’m not super well equipped to moderate these days, and she brought up the idea of using one of my original projects this way, since anyone who knows me knows I can happily ramble on about any of those AT LENGTH, any day of any week in any setting, lmfao.....and the perk there is there are no established detractors or contrary opinions that I could possibly feel like I’m butting heads with or getting into stupid internet fights over, since.....lol those projects currently don’t exist outside of my own Scrivener files due to the whole....life on pause thing.

ANYWAY, so that’s what I’m gonna be trying for awhile here now. Don’t worry, I still am more than happy to ramble on about Scott McCall, Dick Grayson, Bobby Drake, etc, when I have the time or energy or am pretending that I am NOT six seconds away from hobbling down to the doctor’s office and yelling at them WHY WONT YOU CUT MEEEEEEEEEEEEE. But instead of actually biting whenever one of those things leads into me slapping someone with a white glove and demanding they meet me at dawn for a DUEL in my fave characters’ honor, I’m gonna try switching gears to rambling about my Ellis Eighteen universe or asking for asks about it or shit like that, anything to distract me from my trying to fight with randos as a distraction, lol. Y’know, until I calm the fuck back down.

SO! Blacklist “Ellis Eighteen” if you don’t care about any of that and don’t want to scroll through stuff along those lines whenever I get to doing that, and I’ll be sure to tag everything related to that with that tag. And we’ll see if that works for me or if I’m just....really bad at not fighting internet rando’s. Who can say? I mean, its okay if people are placing bets, I know I would. Actually if anyone wants to cut me in on any of that action like....no, it probably would be counterproductive to throw things deliberately, huh? Ugh. Self-work is so annoying when its hard.

Whatevs,

So yeah, that’s the sitch, the dealio, the plan for this man. And whatnot.

[stillenchantedd]

The ME! musical, starring Taylor Swift and Brendon Urie:

Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when a snake called 'Snaky Snake' used to live happily but then one day, he started glitching.

Snaky Snake tries to stop the glitches. He knew he should’ve said no when Thor came and asked for his help to tell the future, whether they would defeat Thanos or not! Because once he used his power, he started getting older and older and older and older and (you get the picture)...

But now his WORST nightmare came to life. He transformed into a pretty pastel snake!

Now people wanted to actually come near him, and talk to him but he didn’t like it. People asked him what his plan was for the next few days that were remaining of his life and he DID NOT KNOW! 

So the only thing he could do was to sing every day: 

“I'm alone, on my own And that's all I know, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong Oh, but life goes on Oh, I'm just a snake Trying to find a place in this world..”

But unfortunately one day he hit the high note while screaming “NOW I’M LAYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND!” 

And then POOF! 

He exploded and turned into millions of pretty pastel butterflies!

All the butterflies flew to find a place in this world but one small one was too tired to fly so it just flew straight to the nearest open window where it could smell fresh chocolate chip cookies! 

But the trouble just started! 

The butterfly stung the girl called Taylor which made her think that she was having a fight with her fiance, Brendon who was the king of the land and that’s how things got out of hand: 

After she stormed out of the house, she remembered her young daughters who she always hoped that they would never grow up. So she took a deep breath and that’s how she had the BIGGEST AND FASTEST mood change in the history (all for her daughters).

But she didn’t go back inside, no, why? 

Oh, cause it’s a musical! 

On the other hand, Brendon could hear her magnificent voice from the hallway.

Not to mention that the cool chicks also started harmonizing with her and the music that just came out of nowhere. 

She walked through the crowded lobby with the small couches that looked like clouds. 

The phone started ringing and she knew it would be her so-called fiance so she just walked away and started another song, but this time it was a sad one (and not about her daughters): 

“Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, I'm haunted”

So she just walks out to the light and sings: 

“Cause one second it was perfect, now I’m halfway out the door...”

AND NOW LADIES AND GENETLAM WE SEE THE TRUE MEANING OF STEPPING ONTO THE DAYLIGHT AND LETTING IT GO?   

And it doesn’t stop there, she has to dance with EVERYONE in the land to feel better so that’s exactly what she does. 

"But one of these things is not like the others Like a rainbow with all of the colours Baby doll, when it comes to a lover I promise that you'll never find another like Meee, ooh ooh ooh I'm the only one of me Baby, that's the fun of me..."

On the other hand, Brendon watched his fiance from a window and starts well, you know what happens in a musical: 

“So this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right I go back to December all the time”

And so he does something completely normal (well it’s a musical so no one gets hurt unless the playwright wants to mess up with people’s emotions, but anyway.)

He jumps out of the window and right in time, a flying umbrella shows up and he holds on to it while singing (obviously) as loud as he can: 

“IF YOU CAN SEE I’M THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS YOU 

BEEN HERE ALL LONG SO WHY CAN’T YOU SEEEEE

YOU BELONG WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEE

YOU BELONG WITH ME.”

Well after a long day, Taylor ends on top of a unicorn and thinks about how much she truly loves her beloved fiance: 

“Stay, stay, stay I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad But I think that it's best if we both stay.”

But somehow Brendon hears her sing from the other side of the city and so he flies to her and literally opens his heart to her. 

It’s like they fall in love all over again so he decides to announce that he’ll be getting married to Taylor by the end of the day to everyone in the land. 

And so after getting ready for the royal wedding, Taylor is finally announced the wife of king Brendon and the queen of this magical land.  

After a wonderful night of dancing, singing and laughing. The couple head back home and the first thing they do is to play some Just Dance!

They also sing their hearts out to the song playing:

“Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate  Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it off Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake  Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake I shake it off, I shake it off...”

1 hour passed by... 

3 hours passed by... 

7 hours passed by... 

13 hours passed by... 

And then finally, when they were tired, they decide to head outside for a little air not knowing that there’s a horrific storm outside. 

Brendon tries to stop it from raining by catching all of the colours since he’s the king but they just splash everywhere! 

And soo Taylor sees this as an opportunity to sing (again): 

“And I don't know how it gets better than this You take my hand and drag me head first, Fearless And I don't know why but with you I'd dance In a storm in my best dress, Fearless...”

But then an idea comes to Brendon’s head and he screams “I AM A GENIUS!” so he runs back inside the house and grabs an umbrella to protect Taylor’s beautiful dress from getting ruined. 

AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!!!!!!!!

[hamilton-one-shots]

Jamilton? 97, 99, 103, 112, 118, 119, 134, 213, 270, 273, 299. Hehehehehe. I’m sorry. You can cut some out or add any if you wanna cause I’m weird.

(97.“Wow, you’re hot.” 99.“Take off your clothes.” 103.“Are you drunk?” 112.“Can I kiss you?” 118.“Did I stutter?” 119.“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” 134.“H-How long have you been standing there?” 213.“Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” 270.“Why are you up so early?” 273.“Why don’t you just kiss me already?” 299.“You’re too good for me.”)(Don’t worry, I love all of you guys, weird or not)

Thomas groaned as he woke up, feeling the far too familiar pounding in his head as he was punished for a night of partying. Well, at least he didn’t wake up anywhere unfamiliar. He sat up in his bed and stretched.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

He jumped as the voice came out of nowhere and looked over to see Alexander Hamilton in the doorframe. “Hamilton? H-How long have you been standing there?”

“Just a minute.”

He looked at the clock. Seven in the morning. “Why are you up so early?”

“I’m an early riser.”

“… Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

“You don’t remember a thing from last night, do you?”

His eyes went wide and he looked down at himself to find that he was completely naked. “Did we-”

“No! No, we didn’t. But you did try.”

He groaned. “I must’ve been out of it.”

“You were. Don’t you remember? You came up to me while I was talking to John.”

He thought for a minute and felt a few fuzzy memories come back.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy, Hamilton,” he slurred, leaning against him.

“Jefferson? Are you drunk?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He took another sip of his wine. “Fun party, Laurens.”

“Thanks. You need to chill out with the wine.”

“Whatever.” He shrugged before standing straight up, stumbling a bit, and looking at Alexander. “Wow, you’re hot. I need to tell you that sober.”

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”

Thomas shuddered at the memories. “Sorry.. I can’t believe I let myself get so out of hand. But that doesn’t tell me why you’re in my room.”

“Do you remember anything beyond that?”

He racked his brain for anything, but no luck. “Nothing. That’s the last thing I remember.”

Alexander sighed. “I’ll fill you in, then.”

“Hamilton, I’m ready to go,” Thomas said as he found the Carribbean, leaning against him.

“Why are you telling me?”He sighed, as if the answer were that obvious. “I should not be drinking. I’ve been driving. Take this.” He gave him some baby keys.

“Uh…”

“Come on!”

Alexander yelped as Thomas pulled him out of the party. John spotted them leaving and went up to Alexander.

“Are you driving him?..”

“I don’t think he’s giving me a choice.”

“I can get Lafayette or someone else.”

“No! Hamilton can drive me just fine,” Jefferson protested.

“See?”

John gave him a slightly pitying look and gave him Jefferson’s real keys. “Good luck.”

“I’ll need it.” he walked off and followed Jefferson to his car, getting him in before getting in himself. He started the car and began driving, asking Jefferson for directions as he went. Luckily, he at least knew that much.

“Can I kiss you?”

“No.”

“But Hammyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

“No.”

He groaned and tried opening the door.

“What are you doing?!” He reached over and made sure he couldn’t.

“I want a kiss. I like you.”

“Jefferson, you’re drunk. I’m not kissing you.”

He pouted and rolled into the backseat as Alex stopped at a red light. “You’re too good for me. This is why I like you.”

Alexander rolled his eyes and kept driving, getting to his house and helping him inside. He got a glass of water and tried to get Thomas to drink it to no avail. “Come on.. I’ll let you kiss me if you drink it.”

“Deal!” He downed the glass, then ducked towards Alexander.

“Uh, did I stutter? I meant to say I won’t let you.”

“Why don’t you just kiss me alreadyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!”

“You need to get to bed. Come on.”

Jefferson groaned and went with Alexander up to his room. “Okay, we’re here, now take off your clothes.”

“That’s not happening.”

He tutted and grabbed a t-shirt from his dresser, throwing it at Alexander. “I meant change, duh!”

“Oh..” Alexander looked up at Thomas, who stared at him expectantly, and sighed before pulling on the shirt over his clothes. “Now sleep.”

“At least lay with meeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Fine. No funny business.”

“No funny business.” He smiled widely and cuddled Alexander as he laid down, humming contently. “Soft boy.”

“Just go to sleep.”

He nodded and fell asleep.

“Oh, god.. I really did all that?”

“Yeah.”

“I am so sorry..” he groaned, rubbing his temples. The embarrassment hurt more than the hangover.

“It’s fine. But you owe me now.”

“Yeah, of course. What do you want?”

“A date. Tonight at 7. Dress nice.”

“You want a date? After I made a fool out of myself?”

He shrugged. “People are at their most honest when they’re drunk. It’s either that or I tell everyone about this.”

“I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“Great.” Alexander gave back his shirt and left.

Thomas sighed and stayed in bed, though he couldn’t fight a small smile. He was an honest drunk and, for once, he didn’t hate it.

[p-artsypants]

Arcadia or Bust (4)

Thank you all for such wonderful, kind, and lengthy reviews. They all inspire me to do my best!

This chapter is a little short, but it’s because the next chapter is going to be a lot longer. Hope you guys can be patient!

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—

“And four years later, we’re finally back.” Jim announced, coming into the cave.

“Ah, Master Jim. It’s was only over the day. Were you successful?”

He and Claire held up their grocery bags. “Well, I think the truck outside the sewer tunnel in the woods should be a good answer.”

“Ah! Splendid!”

The assembled trolls sighed in relief, glad that they wouldn’t be carrying the stone back on their own.

Jim started to unpack the items that others had requested from the surface. Some store bought, and others picked from the garbage.

He handed Blinky a can of whipped cream. “Did you guys figure out who’s coming with us in the truck and who’s walking?”

“I will be coming, as well as Merlin and NotEnrique. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I want to see to that the Heartstone is properly cared for. And I would like to be able to make sure the stone is placed as soon as possible.”

“That’s fair,” Answered Claire.

“Why NotEnrique and Merlin?”

“Merlin is still a human,” said Merlin, coming into view. “And Merlin wants food and a soft bed.”

NotEnrique joined the group. “I’m coming because I don’t take up space, but I walk really slow.” Then he glared at Jim, “and someone’s gotta play chaperone on this love boat.”

Nomura, who was in her human form, approached the group. “I will stay behind. I can go to the surface in this form and get any supplies we may need.”

Jim looked at her, perplexed. “I thought you couldn’t shape shift into a human if your familiar was out of the dark lands.”

Nomura smiled. “You misunderstand. Our familiar just has to remain safe and unharmed. My familiar is currently being cared for by your mother, and as so, she should remain safe enough for me to keep up appearances.”

“Wow, you guys really have this all planned out.” Jim noted.

“Trolls don’t sleep,” Merlin said, matter-of-factly. Rifling through the groceries. “So while you were napping peacefully in your hotel room, we were talking for hours.”

Claire was beginning to suspect that Merlin was easily jealous.

“Well, the truck should be able to fit all of us. It has a back seat.” Jim pondered a moment. “With gloves and a hoodie, I should be able to drive all day and night.”

“Are you okay with that?” Asked Claire. “I’m not that good at driving, but I could take over when you need me to.”

“It’s alright,” he assured. “We’ll take breaks for food and stuff.”

“So I suppose the only thing left to take care of is putting the Heartstone on the truck,” Pondered Blinky.

“And that’s going to take all the help we can get.” Jim turned to the Trolls in the cavern, “alright, I need help from the strongest trolls to move the new Heartstone!”

“Carefully!!!”

—

Once the Stone was loaded on the truck bed, with only a few bumps, the group discovered a new problem.

“Who on Earth do you expect to fit back there?!” Blinky asked, looking at the club seating.

The seat was a bit smaller than Jim had initially thought.

“Well, you were the one that wanted to come along.” Jim shrugged. “Look, we put a UV protector on the windows in the back, but in some states, it’s illegal to have them in the front.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that no sunlight should come in the backseat.”

“I have an idea,” said Claire. “During the night, Blinky can sit up front, then during the day, I’ll sit up there.”

“And what about me?” Merlin asked, crossing his arms.

Claire huffed. “Fine, we’ll just all take turns.”

“In that case,” said Blinky, “I would like a turn at driving.”

“Absolutely not.” Everyone else said in unison.

So Blinky rode shotgun first, being that it was still nighttime. While Claire and Merlin sat in the backseat. NotEnrique curled up on Claire’s lap, to nap. Jim plugged his phone in to charge, and turned on his GPS.

Then they were off.

For a while, they travelled in silence, just listening to the hum of the engine, as Jim navigated his way to the highway. From there, it was silent in the car as Siri gave lane switches and proper exits to take. It was a wild ride of weaving concrete and Jim was doing everything possible to avoid any kind of collision.

“Fascinating, do all carriages go this fast?” Merlin asked.

Claire answered. “Mostly, they can go faster, but there’s a legal limit.”

“Limit! We want to get back to Arcadia, don’t we? I say we punch it!”

Jim frowned, his eyes glued ahead. “But that could potentially get us in trouble with the police, and I’d like to avoid them as much as we can in this trip, hmm?”

“Police? Oh, your law enforcers. Do their carriages also move quickly?”

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

The first tollbooth was passed, and everyone fished around for enough coins to feed the machine. Getting more coins would be a necessity down the road.

At around 3 am, the road was wide open and straight. The only light came from the headlights, buildings dotting the distance, and the soft glow of the heartstone in the truck bed.

“For 252 miles, Use the left 2 lanes to stay on I-76 West toward Harrisburg.”

Jim groaned.

“252 miles? Why, that’s not that far.” Merlin placed his feet on the seat, against Claire’s legs and reclined.

Claire shoved him away, jostling NotEnrique in the meantime, and glanced at the map. “Yeah, but that’s just until our next turn. Our total trip is going to be 2,771 miles, according to the map.”

“Oh.” Merlin noted, with an unhappy tone.

“We have driven quite far already. I venture this was more that a few days travel on foot.”

Jim nodded. “And after all that, I’m glad we’re sitting and driving back. I’m exhausted.”

“You never really got to rest after the final fight,” Blinky observed. “How is your wound?”

“Mostly the same.” Jim admitted. “It looks okay, but it still stings.”

Back when they were at the hotel, Jim had come out of the shower in only his sweatpants. Claire had seen the mark on his chest, a shallow crater with cracks coming off of it like lightning. It looked like a scar, but she knew it had to still be bothering him. Even then, she was exhausted, and the moment wasn’t right, so she hadn’t mentioned it.

“Do Trolls scar?” She asked, as the conversation lulled.

Blinky seemed to think. “Suppose you hit a stone and it leaves a mark. Does that ever heal?”

“Um, not that I’ve ever seen.”

“Trolls are living stone. That is why our tattoos, as you call them, are created with a chisel, and not a needle and ink. But, as I have said before countless times, this may not be the case with Master Jim. If he is wounded, who’s to say it will or will not scar? Only time will tell.”

Claire took this answer with a shrug.

They had been driving for hours now. Conversation popped up here and there. But Blinky wanted Jim to concentrate on driving, and Merlin had a tendency to kill a conversation prematurely.

If only the radio worked.

Claire pondered this as Merlin drawled on and on about a battle waged in 1500 that he played a role in. The others in the car doubted his honesty, but stayed quiet, with nothing better to do.

“Incudo.” Claire whispered under her breath.

Suddenly, the sound system came to life, the speakers blasting electric guitar.

Merlin stopped talking as everyone stared at the radio.

“Peculiar,” Blinky said simply.

Jim smiled, “Hey! I know this song!” He started bobbing his to the tune, an 80’s rock anthem. Then he started singing, with gusto.

“Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel,

My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel.”

Jim sat up in his seat, trying to match the falsetto of the singer. “Touching yooooOOOOoooooOOOOOu, touching meeeeEEEEEEeeeeee!

Touching you, God you're touching meeeeEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Jim wasn’t really ever the musical type. It wasn’t that his singing was bad...it just wasn’t great.

But here, stuck in a truck with his beloved, his dad, and an asshole for hours on end, halfway asleep, he just decided to belt out the words and notes, glad to be a little goofy.

“I believe in a thing called love,

Just listen to the rhythm of my heart!

There's a chance we could make it now,

We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down!

I believe in a thing called loooooooooooove!”

Oof, that high note was killer, and Jim’s voice cracked as he tried to reach it. For the next verse, he reached behind him, trying to touch Claire.

“I want to kiss you every minute, every hour, every day!

You got me in a spin but everything is A.OK!”

He growled, in an attempt to be sexy.

Claire laughed, and sang along with him, just as badly, since she didn’t know the lyrics.

“Touching yoooOOOOoooou, touching meeeeEEEEeeeeee,

Touching you, God you're touching meeeeeEEEEEEEE!”

Merlin covered his ears.

“I believe in a thing called love,

Just listen to the rhythm of my heart.

There's a chance we could make it now,

We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down.

I believe in a thing called looooooooooove!

AAAaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

As the guitar solo broke out, Claire asked, “how do you know this?”

“My mom used to listen to it all the time! And we’d always sing along to it. How can you not!?”

The vocals came back in, with just clapping. “I believe in a thing called love,

Just listen to the rhythm of my heart.

There's a chance we could make it now,

We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down.

I believe in a thing called looooooOOOOOOOoooove,

YEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

At the trash can ending, Jim drummed his hands on the steering wheel dramatically.

Blinky smiled. “It’s always so fun to listen to traditional human ballads.”

Merlin removed his hands. “Is it over?”

NotEnrique laughed. “I didn’t realize we were doing karaoke!”

Jim focused back on driving, panting slightly, though it didn’t matter too much, they were the only ones on the road. “I don’t know, I just really like that song.”

The next song started with a strike of cords on a piano, a bit of salsa thrown into the mix.

“Oh no…” Jim moaned.

“What?”

“I know this one too!”

“It’s Señorita!” Claire clapped cheerfully.

It was then that the group realized that they were listening to a CD, and even if they didn’t know the song at first, they would by the end of the trip.

—

Around dawn, Jim pulled off at an exit that sported a pair of yellow arches.

“It's tearin' up my heart when I'm with you

But when we are apart, I feel it too

And no matter what I do, I feel the pain

With or without you

And no matter what I do, I feel the pain

With or without you!”

Jim pulled into the parking lot, parking under a tree, and shut off the truck.

“Thank God,” Merlin muttered in the backseat.

“Alright, Claire and Merlin get to go in and have breakfast, while Blinky and I figure out how to get him in the backseat.”

Merlin hopped from the truck gratefully, stretching and popping his spine. “And whilst you figure that out, Claire and I will decide who gets to ride in the front. I delegate myself, because I have longer legs.”

Claire huffed. “And I delegate myself because I didn’t turn Jim into a Troll.”

Merlin rolled his eyes. “I suppose you’re not going to let this go anytime soon, are you?”

Claire just smiled at him. “Take a guess.”

As they walked into the McDonalds, Jim climbed out of the truck as well, looking under the seats while Blinky inspected the Heartstone.

“Is everything alright, Master Jim?”

“Yeah, I’m just looking to see if there’s a way to bring the seat up a little.”

“It’s alright. I have become used to sitting in tight, enclosed spaces. Just be glad we are not traveling with Arrrgh.”

“There’s no way he’d fit in here.” Jim chuckled. There was no way to move the seat forward, but he did find a level that allowed the back of the seat to flip up, so Blinky could get in better.

Blinky climbed in, and Jim closed the door and the seat around him. “Comfy?”

Blinky returned a blank look while Jim just snickered. “I only wish I had brought a book or two with me to read.”

“Well, if we pass a book store, we can send Claire in to find something.” Jim climbed into the driver’s seat once again, just in time to dodge the sunlight that peaked through the tree branches. He relaxed, closing his eyes, and getting some rest.

But then, there was a knock on the window.

Jim jolted a bit, and swiveled his head over.

A police officer was staring at him.

Jim put both hands on the wheel. “Stay statue still,” he muttered to Blinky.

“Not going to be a problem.”

Carefully, Jim moved one hand and opened the door a crack. “Can I help you, officer?”

The policeman opened the door all the way, leaning against the frame. “What’s with the get up, son?”

“It’s a costume, sir.”

“And that?” He pointed at the large, unblinking Troll crammed in the backseat.

“Uh…my girlfriend’s costume.”

“Do you have your driver’s license with you?”

Jim nodded, ready to cooperate with the officer. “And I just bought this truck used, so I don’t have my insurance papers, but I can call my mom—“

“That won’t be necessary…” He peered at the license, “…Jim Lake Jr. Do you know why I’m here?”

Come to think of it, he wasn’t even driving. Why was he being questioned? “Uh…I can’t park here?”

He officer huffed, looking stern. “Last night, there was a break in at the Mineral Museum. Someone stole a very large and very valuable gem. One very much like the one in the back of your truck.”

He could have laughed if it wasn’t so totally unfair. Of course. Of course someone stole a giant rock that looked like the Heartstone. Why not? This trip couldn’t just be a simple drive back to Arcadia. Not after the mostly smooth hike. No sir, it had to be filled with drama.

Jim smiled awkwardly. “Uh…you probably wouldn’t believe me if I said that we just happened to find it, would you?”

“Son, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.”

With a defeated sigh, Jim slid out of the seat.

The officer had to look up to meet his eyes. “How old are you?”

“16, sir.”

“Biggest 16-year-old I’ve ever seen.” He muttered, turning Jim around.

“I recently had a growth spurt.” He tried to keep a casual voice as he made eye contact with Blinky in the back seat. “I’ll be fine.” He mouthed.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court. You can decide at any time from this moment on to terminate the interview and exercise these rights. Do you understand each of these rights I have explained to you?”

“Yes sir, I have nothing to hide.” That wasn’t exactly true, but his secrets weren’t exactly illegal.

“Alright. I’m calling a tow truck. We’ll be going down to the station, and the director of the museum will be called to identify your rock. If you truly did ‘just find it’, you’ll be free to go.” And with a stern hand, he was guided to the awaiting squad car and locked in the back seat.

Jim looked into the restaurant, hoping that Claire and Merlin would see him in distress. But instead, he saw them in a deep conversation as they ate breakfast.

All too soon, the tow truck came, and Blinky and the Heartstone were also on their way to the station.

A few minutes after they left, Claire and Merlin came out to a empty parking lot.

“Where the bloody hell is the Trollhunter?!”

NotEnrique, who had craftily snuck out of the truck while Jim was being ushered into the squad car, laughed by the door. “Ole Jimbo was arrested, for theft of a huge, precious gemstone.”

“Oh, is that all?” Merlin snorted. “Then I’ll be here, having another coffee.”

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The song they sing in the car is ‘I Believe in a Thing Called Love’ by The Darkness. It is the ultimate sing along song.