#I need Donald pins!!!!!

[usertransducks]

My mom got me a Donald bag for Christmas that’s big enough for my smaller sketchbooks without getting in the way so I added my only duck pins I have so far

[sudokufriend]

i just really want all of you posting yourself crying and seething about the situation in ukraine to think critically for a moment. amidst the conflicts in ukraine and palestine, which sides did the media take in each? which sides were presented inauthentically? which sides were omitted from the narrative? as a result, can we trust western media - historically used as a propaganda arm to further neo-colonialist goals - to accurately give us the full picture? what do you see zionists saying about ukraine? do you find yourself agreeing (no matter how unwillingly) with their assessments? has the US historically helped countries that were visibly being oppressed? what assumptions might be at play here regarding a different leader’s aid to ukraine? what therefore might be different about this situation? what role might trump serve in US imperialism? politicians that have previously been reticent about palestine are reaffirming their commitment to ukraine. why do you think that might be? and finally, when you post pithy graphics assessing the situation in ukraine, what underlying motives and conclusions are you drawing from them?

[whosname]

[Id. Digital sketch of Gintoki throwing a tantrum. He's wearing Donald Duck's top and hat, and strawberry boxers. End id]

Ginsan is the Donald Duck of Shounen protagonists.

[wewontbesleeping]

going to be honest i'm getting very tired of the biweekly "is taylor swift actually irredeemably evil now??" convo that seems to happen in swiftie spaces. because, well, no?

[mrs-stans]

Sebastian Stan Tells All: Becoming Donald Trump, Gaining 15 Pounds and Starring in 2024’s Most Controversial Movie

By Daniel D'Addario

Sebastian Stan Variety Cover Story

It started with the most famous voice on the planet, the one that just won’t shut up.

Sebastian Stan, in real life, sounds very little like Donald Trump, whom he’s playing in the new film “The Apprentice.” Sure, they share a tristate accent — Stan has lived in the city for years and attended Rutgers University before launching his career — but he speaks with none of Trump’s emphasis on his own greatness. Trump dwells, Stan skitters. Trump attempts to draw topics together over lengthy stem-winders (what he recently called “the weave”), while Stan has a certain unwillingness to be pinned down, a desire to keep moving. It takes some coaxing to bring Stan, a man with the upright bearing and square jaw of a matinee idol, to speak about his own process — how hard he worked to conjure a sense Trump, and how he sought to bring out new insights about America’s most scrutinized politician.

“I think he’s a lot smarter than people want to say about him,” Stan says, “because he repeats things consistently, and he’s given you a brand.” Stan would know: He watched videos of Trump on a loop while preparing for “The Apprentice.” In the film, out on Oct. 11, Stan plays Trump as he moves from insecure, aspiring real estate developer to still insecure but established member of the New York celebrity firmament.

We’re sitting over coffee in Manhattan. Stan is dressed down in a black chore coat and black tee, yet he’s anything but a casual conversation partner. He rarely breaks eye contact, doing so only on the occasions when he has something he wants to show me on his iPhone (cracked screen, no case). In this instance, it’s folders of photos and videos labeled “DT” and “DT PHYSICALITY.”

“I had 130 videos on his physicality on my phone,” Stan says. “And 562 videos that I had pulled with pictures from different time periods — from the ’70s all the way to today — so I could pull out his speech patterns and try to improvise like him.” Stan, deep in character, would ad-lib entire scenes at director Ali Abbasi’s urging, drawing on the details he’d learned from watching Trump and reading interviews to understand precisely how to react in each moment.

“Ali could come in on the second take and say, ‘Why don’t you talk a little bit about the taxes and how you don’t want to pay?’ So I had to know what charities they were going to in 1983. Every night I would go home and try not only to prepare for the day that was coming, but also to prepare for where Ali was going to take this.”

Looking at Stan’s phone, among the endless pictures of Trump, I glimpse thumbnails of Stan’s own face perched in a Trumpian pout and videos of the actor’s preparation just aching to be clicked — or to be stored in the Trump Presidential Library when this is all over in a few months, or in 2029, or beyond.

“I started to realize that I needed to start speaking with my lips in a different way,” Stan says. “A lot of that came from the consonants. If I’m talking, I’m moving forward.” On film, Stan shapes his mouth like he can’t wait to get the plosives out, puckering without quite tipping into parody. “The consonants naturally forced your lips forward.”

“If he did 10% more of what he did, it would become ‘Saturday Night Live,’” Abbasi says. “If he did 10% less, then he’s not conjuring that person. But here’s the thing about Sebastian: He’s very inspired by reality, by research. And that’s also the way I work; if you want to go to strange places, you need to get your baseline reality covered very well.”

A little later, Stan passes me the phone again to show me a selfie of him posing shirtless and revealing two sagging pecs and a bit of a gut. He’s pouting into a mirror. If his expression looks exaggerated, consider that he was in Marvel-movie shape before stepping into the role of the former president; the body transformation happened rapidly and jarringly. Trump’s size is a part of the film’s plot — as Trump’s sense of self inflates, so does he. In a rush to meet the shooting deadline for “The Apprentice,” Abbasi asked Stan, “How much weight can you gain?”

“You’d be surprised,” Stan tells me. “You can gain a lot of weight in two months.” (Fifteen pounds, to be exact.)

Now he’s back in fighting form, but the character has stayed with him. After years of playing second-fiddle agents of chaos — goofball husbands to Margot Robbie’s and Lily James’ characters in “I, Tonya” and Hulu’s “Pam & Tommy,” surly frenemy to Chris Evans’ Captain America in the Marvel franchise — Stan plunged into the id of the man whose appetites have reshaped our world. He had to have a polished enough sense of Trump that he could improvise in character, and enough respect for him to play him as a human being, not a monster.

It’s one of two transformations this year for Stan — and one that might give a talented actor that most elusive thing: a brand of his own. He’s long been adjacent enough to star power that he could feel its glow, but he hasn’t been the marquee performer. While his co-stars have found themselves defined by the projects he’s been in — from “Captain America” and “I, Tonya” back to his start on “Gossip Girl” — he’s spent more than a decade in the public eye while evading being defined at all.

This fall promises to be the season that changes all that: Stan is pulling double duty with “The Apprentice” and “A Different Man” (in theaters Sept. 20), in which he plays a man afflicted with a disfiguring tumor disorder who — even when presented with a fantastical treatment that makes him look like, well, Sebastian Stan — can’t be cured of ailments of the soul. For “A Different Man,” Stan won the top acting prize at the Berlin Film Festival; for “The Apprentice,” the sky’s the limit, if it can manage to get seen. (More on that later.)

One reason Stan has largely evaded being defined is that he’s never the same twice, often willing to get loopy or go dark in pursuit of his characters’ truths. That’s all the more true this year: In “The Apprentice,” he’s under the carapace of Trumpiness; in “A Different Man,” his face is hidden behind extensive prosthetics.

“In my book, if you’re the good-looking, sensitive guy 20 movies in a row, that’s not a star for me,” says Abbasi, who compares Stan to Marlon Brando — an actor eager to play against his looks. “You’re just one of the many in the factory of the Ken dolls.”

This fall represents Stan’s chance to break out of the toy store once and for all. His Winter Soldier brought a jolt of evil into Captain America’s world, and his Jeff Gillooly was the devil sitting on Tonya Harding’s shoulder. Now Stan is at the center of the frame, playing one of the most divisive characters imaginable. So he’s showing us where he can go. The spotlight is his, and so is the risk that comes with it.

Why take such a risk?

The script for “The Apprentice,” which Stan first received in 2019, but which took years to come together, made him consider the American dream, the one that Trump achieved and is redefining.

Stan emigrated with his mother, a pianist, from communist Romania as a child. “I was raised always aware of the American dream: America being the land of opportunity, where dreams come true, where you can make something of yourself.” He pushes the wings of his hair back to frame his face, a gold signet ring glinting in the late-summer sunlight, and, briefly, I can hear a hint of Trump’s directness of approach. “You can become whoever you want, if you just have a good idea.” Stan’s good idea has been to play the lead in movies while dodging the formulaic identity of a leading man, and this year will prove just how far he can take it.

“The Apprentice” seemed like it would never come together before suddenly it did. This time last year, Stan was sure it was dead in the water, and he was OK with that. “If this movie is not happening, it’s because it’s not meant to happen,” he recalls thinking. “It will not be because I’m too scared and walk away.”

Called in on short notice and filming from November 2023 to January of this year (ahead of a May premiere in Cannes), Stan lent heft and attitude to a character arc that takes Trump from local real estate developer in the 1970s to national celebrity in the 1980s. He learns the rough-and-tumble game of power from the ruthless and hedonistic political fixer Roy Cohn (Jeremy Strong), eventually cutting the closeted Cohn loose as he dies of AIDS and alienating his wife Ivana (Maria Bakalova) in the process. (In a shocking scene, Donald sexually assaults Ivana in their Trump Tower apartment.) For all its edginess, the film is about Trump’s personality — and the way it calcified into a persona — rather than his present-day politics. (Despite its title, it’s set well before the 2004 launch of the reality show that finally made Trump the superstar he longed to be.)

And despite the fact that Trump has kept America rapt since he announced his run for president in 2015, Hollywood has been terrified of “The Apprentice.” The film didn’t sell for months after Cannes, an unusual result for a major English-language competition film, partly because Trump’s legal team sent a cease-and-desist letter attempting to block the film’s release in the U.S. while the fest was still ongoing. When it finally sold, it was to Briarcliff Entertainment, a distributor so small that the production has launched a Kickstarter campaign to raise money so that it will be able to stay in theaters.

Yes, Hollywood may vote blue, but it’s not the same town that released “Fahrenheit 9/11” or even “W.,” let alone a film that depicts the once (and possibly future) president raping his wife. (The filmmakers stand behind that story. “The script is 100% backed by my own interviews and historical research,” says Gabriel Sherman, the screenwriter and a journalist who covers Trump and the American conservative movement. “And it’s important to note that it is not a documentary. It’s a work of fiction that’s inspired by history.”) Entertainment corporations from Netflix to Disney would be severely inconvenienced if the next president came into office with a grudge against them.

“I am quite shocked, to be honest,” Abbasi says. “This is not a political piece. It’s not a hit piece; it’s not a hatchet job; it’s not propaganda. The fact that it’s been so challenging is shocking.” Abbasi, born in Iran, was condemned by his government over his last film, “Holy Spider,” and cannot safely return. He sees a parallel in the response to “The Apprentice.” “OK, that’s Iran — that is unfortunately expected. But I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Everything with this film has been one day at a time,” Stan says. The actor chalks up the film’s divisiveness to a siloed online environment. “There are a lot of people who love reading the [film’s] Wikipedia page and throwing out their opinions,” he says, an edge entering his voice. “But they don’t actually know what they’re talking about. That’s a popular sport now online, apparently.”

Unprompted, Stan brings up the idea that Trump is so widely known that some might think a biographical film about him serves no purpose. “When someone says, ‘Why do we need this movie? We know all this,’ I’ll say, ‘Maybe you do, but you haven’t experienced it. The experience of those two hours is visceral. It’s something you can hopefully feel — if you still have feelings.’”

After graduating from Rutgers in 2005, Stan found his first substantial role on “Gossip Girl,” playing troubled rich kid Carter Baizen. Like teen soaps since time immemorial, “Gossip Girl” was a star-making machine. “It was the first time I was in serious love with somebody,” he says. (He dated the series’ star, Leighton Meester, from 2008 to 2010.) He feels nostalgic for that moment: “Walking around the city, seeing these same buildings and streets — life seemed simpler.”

Stan followed his “Gossip Girl” gig with roles on the 2009 NBC drama “Kings,” playing a devious gay prince in an alternate-reality modern world governed by a monarchy, and the 2012 USA miniseries “Political Animals,” playing a black-sheep prince (and once again a gay man) of a different sort — the son of a philandering former president and an ambitious former first lady.

When I ask him what lane he envisioned himself in as a young actor, he shrugs off the question. “I grew up with a single mom, and I didn’t have a lot of male role models. I was always trying to figure out what I wanted to be. And at some point, I was like, I could just be a bunch of things.”

Which might seem challenging when one is booked to play the same character, Bucky Barnes, in Marvel movie after Marvel movie. Bucky’s adventures have been wide-ranging — he’s been brainwashed and turned evil and then brought back to the home team again, all since his debut in 2011’s “Captain America: The First Avenger.” Next year, he’ll anchor the summer movie “Thunderbolts,” as the leader of a squad of quirky heroes played by, among others, Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Florence Pugh. It’s easy to wonder if this has come to feel like a cage of sorts.

Not so, says Stan. His new Marvel film “was kind of like ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’ — a guy coming into this group that was chaotic and degenerate, and somehow finding a way to unite them.”

Lately, knives have been out for Marvel movies as some have disappointed at the box office, and “Thunderbolts,” which endured strike delays and last-minute cast changes, has been under scrutiny.

“It’s become really convenient to pick on [Marvel films],” Stan says. “And that’s fine. Everyone’s got an opinion. But they’re a big part of what contributes to this business and allows us to have smaller movies as well. This is an artery traveling through the system of this entire machinery that’s Hollywood. It feeds in so many more ways than people acknowledge.” He adds, “Sometimes I get protective of it because the intention is really fucking good. It’s just fucking hard to make a good movie over and over again.”

Which may account for an eagerness to try something new. “In the last couple of years,” he says, “I’ve gotten much more aggressive about pursuing things that I want, and I’m constantly looking for different ways of challenging myself.”

The challenge continued throughout the shoot of “The Apprentice,” as Stan pushed the material. “One of the most creatively rewarding parts of the process was how open Sebastian was to giving notes on the script but also wanting to go beyond the script,” says Sherman, the screenwriter. “If he was interested in a certain aspect of a scene, he was like, Can you find me a quote?” he recalls.

Building a dynamic through improvised scenes, Stan and Strong stayed in character throughout the “Apprentice” shoot. “I was doing an Ibsen play on Broadway,” says Strong, who won a Tony in June for his performance in “An Enemy of the People,” “and he came backstage afterwards. And it was like — I’d never really met Sebastian, and I don’t think he’d ever met me. So it was nice to meet him.”

Before the pair began acting together, they didn’t rehearse much — “I’m not a fan of rehearsals,” Strong says. “I think actors are best left in their cocoon, doing their work, and then trusted to walk on set and be ready.” The two didn’t touch the script together until cameras went up — though they spent a preproduction day, Strong says, playing games in character as Donald and Roy.

After filming, both have kept memories of the hold their characters had on them. They shared a flight back from Telluride — a famously bumpy trip out of the mountains. “He’s a nervous flyer, and I’m a nervous flyer,” Stan says. Both marveled at the fact that they’d contained their nerves on the first day of shooting “The Apprentice,” when their characters traveled together via helicopter. “We both go, ‘Yeah — but there was a camera.’”

Stan’s aggressive approach to research came in handy on “A Different Man,” which shot before “The Apprentice.” His character’s disorder, neurofibromatosis, is caused by a genetic mutation and presents as benign tumors growing in the nervous system. After being healed, he feels a growing envy for a fellow sufferer who seems unbothered by his disability.

Stan’s co-star, Adam Pearson, was diagnosed with neurofibromatosis in early childhood. Stan found the experience challenging to render faithfully. “I said many times, I can do all the research in the world, but am I ever going to come close to this?” Stan says. “How am I going to ever do this justice?”

Plus, he had precious little time to prepare: “He was fully on board, and the film was being made weeks later,” director Aaron Schimberg says. “Zero to 60 in a matter of weeks.”

The actor grappled for something to hold on to, and Pearson sug gested he refer to his own experience of fame. “Adam said to me, ‘You know what it’s like to be public property,’” Stan says.

Pearson recalls describing the experience to Stan this way: “While you don’t understand the invasiveness and the staring and the pointing that I’ve grown up with, you do know what it’s like to have the world think you owe them something.”

That sense of alienation becomes universal through the film’s storytelling: “A Different Man” takes its premise as the jumping-off point for a deep and often mordant investigation of who we all are underneath the skin.

The film was shot in 22 days in a New York City heat wave, and there was, Schimberg says, “no room for error. I would get four or five takes, however many I could squeeze out, but there’s no coverage.”

Through it all, Stan’s performance is utterly poised — Schimberg and Stan discussed Buster Keaton as a reference for his ability to be “completely stone-faced” amid chaos, the director says. And the days were particularly long because Oscar-nominated prosthetics artist Michael Marino was only able to apply Stan’s makeup in the early morning, before going to his job on the set of “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.”

“Even though I wasn’t shooting until 11 a.m., I would go at like 5 in the morning to his studio, or his apartment,” Stan recalls. The hidden advantage was that Stan had hours to kill while made up like his character, the kind of person the world looks past. “I wanted to walk around the city and see what happened,” Stan says. “On Broadway, one of the busiest streets in New York, no one’s looking at me. It’s as if I’m not even there.” The other reaction was worse: “Somebody would immediately stop and very blatantly hit their friend, point, take a picture.”

It was a study in empathy that flowed into the character. Stan had spoken to Pearson’s mother, who watched her son develop neurofibromatosis before growing into a disability advocate and, eventually, an actor. “She said to me, ‘All I ever wanted was for someone to walk in his shoes for a day,’” Stan recalls. “And I guess that was the closest I had ever come.”

“The Apprentice” forced Stan, and forces the viewer, to do the same with a figure that some 50% of the electorate would sooner forget entirely. And that lends the film its controversy. Those on the right, presupposing that the movie is an anti-Trump document, have railed against it. In a statement provided to Variety, a Trump campaign spokesman said, “This ‘film’ is pure malicious defamation, should never see the light of day and doesn’t even deserve a place in the straight-to-DVD section of a bargain bin at a soon-to-be-closed discount movie store, it belongs in a dumpster fire.” The campaign threatened a lawsuit, though none has materialized.

Asked about the assault scene, Stan notes that Ivana had made the claim in a deposition, but later walked it back. “Is it closer to the truth, what she had said directly in the deposition or something that she retracted?” he asks. “They went with the first part.”

The movie depicts, too, Ivana’s carrying on with her marriage after the violation, which may be still more devastating. “How do you overcome something like this?” asks Bakalova. “Do you have to put on a mask that everything is fine? In the next scene, she’s going to play the game and pretend that we’re the glamorous, perfect couple.” The Trumps, in “The Apprentice,” live in a world of paper-thin images, one that grows so encompassing that Donald no longer feels anything for the people to whom he was once loyal. They’re props in his stage show.

“The Apprentice” will drop in the midst of the most chaotic presidential election of our lifetime. “The way it lands in this extremely polarized situation, for me as an artist, is exciting. I won’t lie to you,” says Abbasi.

When asked if he was concerned about blowback from a Trump 47 presidency, Stan says, “You can’t do this movie and not be thinking about all those things, but I really have no idea. I’m still in shock from going from an assassination attempt to the next weekend having a president step down [from a reelection bid].”

Stan’s job, as he sees it, was to synthesize everything he’d absorbed — all those videos on his phone — into a person who made sense. This Trump had to be part of a coherent story, not just the flurry of news updates to which we’ve become accustomed.

“You can take a Bach or a Beethoven, and everyone’s going to play that differently on the piano, right?” Stan says. (His pianist mother named him for Johann Sebastian Bach.) “So this is my take on what I’ve learned. I have to strip myself of expectations of being applauded for this, if people are going to like it or people are going to hate it. People are going to say whatever they want. Hopefully they should think at least before they say it.”

It’s a reality that Stan is now used to — the work is the work, and the way people interpret him is none of his business. Perhaps that’s why he has run away from ever being the same thing twice. “I could sit with you today and tell you passionately what my truth is, but it doesn’t matter,” he says. “Because people are more interested in a version of you that they want to see, rather than who you are.”

“The Apprentice” has been the subject of extreme difference of opinion by many who have yet to see it. It’s been read — and will continue to be after its release — as anti-Trump agitprop. The truth is chewier and more complicated, and, perhaps, unsuited for these times.

“Are we going to live in a world where anyone knows what the truth is anymore? Or is it just a world that everyone wants to create for themselves?” Stan asks.

His voice — the one that shares a slight accent with Trump but that is, finally, Stan’s own — is calm and clear. “People create their own truth right now,” he says. “That’s the only thing that I’ve made peace with; I don’t need to twist your arm if that’s what you want to believe. But the way to deal with something is to actually confront it.”

[missmarveledsblog]

A knight in Shining ...denim ( Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader )

summary : one day a woman shows up to the shop only for eddie to find out she the new receptionist changing his work space , life and feelings .

warning: mutual pinning , idiots in love , no upside down here ( soz ) jason carver is alive ( again soz ) sort of age gap ( eddies like early thirties where reader is mid twenties ) , 18+ no smut but allusions to it

It’s not that working wasn’t the bain of existence because he actually loved the shop , working on the cars  listening to music of his own choosing even being able to squash some of the stupid assumptions people had about him although it was also the downside of working  there was some people still thought he was the devil incarnate. Some of his old highschool associates could he even call them that would come in with minor or even non existent problems just to make some off handed or down right insult him . the snobby asshole who once we jocks now owning their own small town businesses thinking they were donald trump or some sort of multi billionaire , or they constantly  bring up their successful marriages and  families when eddie dates consisted on woman that preferred to keep him as a secret . life was still like high school to these fucks .   then like a shift in the wind working during one of the hottest days of the year when he heard a clearing of a throat and sound of a knock. Pulling himself out from under the car only to have the wind knocked out of his lungs . 

“ are you eddie ?” soft velvet voice hitting his ear drums like a piece of heaven on earth . 

“ what can i do you for sweetheart ?” . 

“ oh didn’t frank tell you i’m the new receptionist …  i thought he told me you would show me around… i’m y/n by the way  “ her brows furrowed in such an adorable way he almost melted to the spot . 

“  you don’t mind if i just double check make sure you not some new hot thief that steals from the auto repair shops  or i would be in so much shit “  only for a laugh to fall from her lips  standing little taller making a pretty lady laugh was always an ego boost .  the two stood patiently as frank suddenly remembered but eddie never blamed the guy he was getting older at first working there well it was a favour for his uncle wayne  giving the two were buddies  .  

“ So check out although i don’t think you’ve been fully briefed in what the job entails” he winced slowly walking over to the office he swore one of these days he was going to tidy up .  opening the door waiting to hear a gasp or for her to storm out and say not my problem . 

“ holy shit “ was probably selling it lightly at the chaos of files everywhere . “ ok take what you need for today and i will do the rest “  she nodded walking more trying not to knock over the stacked boxes and create more of mess although it wasn’t like it would really make a difference.   Eddie doing just that in truth he was still that whole the day even the first week waiting for her to run out of there. Only thing was he was not allowed step foot in the office until then  . everytime she would open the door a little  handing him out paperwork  he needed or receipts til  maybe the middle of the second week she finally opened the shutters on the small office which he honestly never even noticed they were shutters to begin with .  then one day while he was eating lunch he watched her with a trolley carrying boxes into the garage only to see cleaning supplies while throwing out the near ancient ones . by the end of the month well it was like a whole other place  , old furniture replaced  in the waiting area , the break room was cleaned out and refreshed , even returning customers wondered if they were in the right place  and word travelled fast the new changes to the shop , the new beautiful receptionist .  which second part he was kinda sad she was thought of in such a way it was like his own greedy little secret . 

Working day in and day out together for that time too became fast friends he almost smacked his head when he heard her blasting metallica in as she cleaned or how hard his mouth fell open when he found out she was franks granddaughter . which explained how she was able to get approval for everything so easily or why she didn’t run for the hill when she first saw the place. It was also a surprise to see steve harrington driving in giving that eddie already repaired the bmw the weekend just gone. 

“ harrington “ he arched his brow . 

“ the windshield wiper fell off that like safety thing right?” he asked looking around everywhere but at eddie. 

“ fell off … did you pull this off “he gasp seeing the mangled state of piece in his hand. 

“ no why would he do that now” robin voice called as she too was looking around the space. 

“ you helped it wouldn’t have to do with the news of a certain lady that start working here would it ?” he mused looking at his close friends who in his opinion couldn’t lie for shit. 

“ oh hey welcome  would you guys like a cup of coffee “ the voice of angel rang out as the two stood goofy smiles on their faces. 

“ sweetheart no need for the niceness these are my friends actually more like pest robin and steve this is y/n , y/n robin and steve” he chuckled. 

“ oh nice to meet you both … did a bear attack your wipers “ her head tilted looking down at the scrap metal in Eddie's hands. 

“ yeah i had to fight it off save my car “ steve nodded trying to appear strong and buff only for his friends faces to scrunch in disgust.  

“ yeah right  yogi bear , soo y/n how old are you … single ?” Robin smiled sweetly. 

“ erm i’m 25 and yeah i’m single .. I spend so much time here to even find a boyfriend  “ she laughed . 

“ ignore those two .. you heading out ?” 

“ oh thought i get us lunch was just coming  out to see what you wanted .. or you guys wanted if your friends want to join” 

“ yes “ ..”they were just leaving “ the three spoke in unison . 

“ hey why don’t  i come with you i know what they like and plus  make a new friend “ robin linked arms already leading her out the door . 

“ I taught her too well “ steve sighed . 

“ yeah cause your swimming in the ladies lately” Eddie teased walking to the car trying to  see where to even begin . 

“ i’ll have you know i’ve a date for tonight munson “ .

“ so why are you flirting with my hot coworker harrington ?” 

“ cause she hot plus i’m not the only one  you do realise more repairs  lately have be guys wrecking their cars on purpose to try and talk to her ?” steve snorted. 

“ so you admit that you broke the windshield wiper … wait that why we’ve been so busy lately?” eddie turned his head to the side  as steve nodded his head yes . 

“ come on man she new and well she easy on the eyes  and yeah she gonna be a hot ticket in town “ . 

“ she not just a pretty face man , she funny and goofy and great music taste that dio album playing she brought that in from home and she friendly and kind makes the old gals feel like vip honestly she the best” eddie beaming smile only made steve eyes widened. 

“ oh my god you love her” 

 “ dude i know her a month and couple of week i do not love her” scoffing pretending like it wasn’t close to it . which in his defense was a cruel joke on universe part to put her so close knowing a woman like that would never go for a guy like him, girls like that make guys like him the best friend or close friends it was a cruel thing but it was a fact he could already see unfolding . barely listening to steve drowning on, not even realising he was moved on to a new topic of conversation til the time past and the girls were back robin was more friendly then flirt must of picking up that y/n was straight well he thinks she was .  steve and robin thought they could see it , the lingering touches or the fact her eyes would be on eddie  or how they would quickly move before he could catch her bluntly checking him out . 

It went on like that for weeks both looking when the other wasn’t or slightly flirty undertones of exchanges that they would brush off thinking they were reading too much into it .  another thing it was always just at work it was like the friendship or whatever it was only extended to the walls of franks automobile repair shop not that the two didn’t want to like anytime they went to extend it ,they would chicken out or say something completely different . soon  it was a year that had passed since y/n came to the shop , a year of trying to convince himself that he wasn’t in love or that he wasn’t good enough for the woman who gave him sweet words every single day .  like the day she arrived it was hottest day of the year and like it was the universe was trying to kill him when she walked in the door wearing pair of shorts and tank top looking like one of those supermodels on the coke and pepsi commercials . he could feel his throat go dry and his mouth water  trying not to stare at the way the shorts hugged her ass so right  or how perfect her cleavage was in the tank top or how he was sure to melt and evaporate all in one.  Then like the universe called he sensed the real devil in town . jason carver and his bum chum andy another two idiots who still thought they were in highschool .  

“ I got these, would you check the inventory please  “ he called as y/n gave him a nod and a quick good morning. 

“ well looks like your still here huh munson and still the  one fixing the cars , i thought you at least be manager or something “ that smug smirk on his face , the pearly veneers that his buddy never told him look ridiculous . 

“ what can i do you for gentlemen” 

“ it’s making weird noise cop told me get checked out or next time he’d give me a ticket.. Hey were the hot piece of ass that works here maybe i could service her while you service my car” he chuckled looking around . 

“ her name is y/n not piece of ass and she working “ the glare if it could kill jason carver would fall to the ground dead , usually the comment never hurt shit he’s heard it all since he was a kid learned to grow tick skin but hearing them talk about y/n was different . 

“ go get her then i wanna talk to her about the price of all this not that matters maybe throw her a bone give her taste of a good thing instead of being here with your deadbeat ass all time i mean i’m sure she nice to you all time cause she feels sorry for you “ he snickered as andy high fived him . 

“ i mean i seen her man she definitely wouldn’t be into satan spawn here … you like her don’t you munson … what you think girl like that chooses to be here listening to these noise you call music “ andy snide smile as two found themselves hilarious but what they didn’t know was said woman was listening to everything, finding that part of her that wouldn’t end up in a orange jumpsuit . how dare they talk down to eddie like that one of the funniest , goofiest sweethearts that was basically sex on legs . how drooled over her work as she watched him bent over the hood of a car or how she had to clench her thighs when she saw his arm muscle contract along with the ink on his body . how dear these two personality void asswipes talk down to anyone when they looked like dollar store versions of wall street nope not in this world or the next would she let anyone talk down to eddie not on her watch . she didn’t even have a plan nor did she wanna even think of the consequences of what she was about to do it could wait another time . instead she came out of the closet before jason carver could even get anything out of his mouth she pulled eddie by his overalls and crashing her lips against his taking every single male in the room off guard including the one she kissed only to pinch his side to bring him to reality  well it wasn’t reality for him , he was sure this was a dream because it was like so many of the ones he woke up painfully hard from . it had to be a dream because this felt too perfect , too right . like every nearvein his body was under her control as it came to life from just her touch . 

“ oh shoot sorry i didn’t even notice you guys”the coy smile as she pulled back from clearing of a throat. It wasn’t a true lie she did actually forget the two  were there after a while getting lost in the feeling and taste of eddie on her lips . 

“ really the town freak” 

“ really those highlights “ she shot back , “ those clothes i mean  i get you guys got money but shit you got no personality as for eddie being a lowly mechanic he’s been running the place since he started , he is this place but you wouldn’t know that since you work for daddy “ she rolled her eyes . 

“ so what your just some slut anyways “ . 

“ ah as well as no personality , no brains either best you can do is slut ok my turn …. You rich boy never been told his whole like so well you been a prick all your life and who can blame you when toupee tommy which isn’t fooling anyone here bigs you up when your insult hurt as much as a feather … now do you want the car that clearly is compensation for the fact you got nothing going on down there or your free to leave” she batted her eyelashes  while eddie on the other hand never though his feelings could grow even more. 

“ your a receptionist why should i care what you say  , your both trash literally a fuck and dump is all your worth “ . 

“ and all your worth is nothing , yeah you may get girls but it’s for the money and even that isn’t worth sticking around for , which is why you have more girlfriends than you’ve had birthdays , oh and lets not pretend that you have actually friends because the second you go broke you will have no one not even toupee timmy who’s afraid to tell you those veneers make you look like a horse that died decades ago and now looks like a bad taxidermy job  so now do you want the car fixed or do you wanna leave because those are your opinions my friend either learn some manners or drive to another place “ she smiled sweetly like andy didn’t like he was going to start crying suddenly the universe and eddie were great old school pals as  looked weighing their options . through gritted teeth and almost killing him to say it but small town there wasn’t a luxury of going somewhere else and the other repair shop  well  he had a messy situation there too . through the whole interaction eddie stood looking at her like she save him and his whole family from a burning building or she hung the sun, moon and stars and after that fuck she did in his eyes.  The two men stood usually quiet while eddie got to work it wasn’t a tough repair but with those two tried to do it themselves when it would of been a whole other mess . once paid and speeding the hell out of there as she wave ever so sweetly .  like pride filled his body almost forgetting himself in the moment when he picked her up and spun her in a circle , placing his lips on her until he pulled back wide eyed thinking he overstepped the boundary that the other kiss was for show. 

“ shit sorry .. fuck “ he pulled back cursing himself . 

“ eddie..” she went to begin but he went on his own rant. 

“ i am sorry i know you did it to get the guys off my back i stupidly though ..but why would a girl like you like a lo.. Ouch did you just pinch me “ he gasped probably a little over dramatic but then again it wouldn’t be eddie if he wasn’t . 

“ yes because you were going to go on about being a lowly trailer park kid and shit ? wanna know what i think ?” she asked. 

“ if it like what you told carver i’d rather you hit me with a wrench instead … here” he winced handing her the wrench making her roll her eyes she wasn’t new to deflecting humour  she practically mastered it herself . 

“ i see a man who knows how to appreciate things in life like friends and possession, one that even if he did have a ton of money would spend it on his friend than to show off what he had , one of those people that would make sure everyone is ok before himself , a funny silly man who enjoys entertaining those around him , big nerd but honestly nerds are hotter “ she winked . “ also if you haven’t gathered i kinda of kissed you first and it wasn’t fully for those guys but maybe my own selfish reason of wanting to kiss the hottest guy in town by a mile “ she added slowly walking towards him placing her soft hand  on nap of his neck puling him down to her level so she could place a kiss on his lips . 

“  i mean sometimes i do wanna hit you with the wrench but like ninety seven percent of the time i wanna do that” she pulled back only for him to walk over hitting the shutter before lifting her up . 

“ well if we're showing off what we wanna do my little knight in shining ... denim let me really show you what i  really wanna do with you “ a wolfish grin and new found confidence maybe the shop could shut earlier for the day .

[allykakamatsu]

Twisted Hearts 1 Chapter 3: Rough Landings

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Story Summary: When an unknown incident lands the students of NRC in a strange new world, they have to travel across worlds to find each other as well as trying to vanquish the darkness. Sounds.... easier than most of what they've been through this school year at least, but nothing is ever that simple, and a pair or adopted siblings will once again find themselves at odds.

Chapter Summary: After departing from Wonderland, the newly expanded group makes their way over to their next world, however disagreements cause what should be a simple adventure to become a lot more bumpy.

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POV, Silver:

“How do you steer this thing?!”

“I don’t know, I thought this would be like driving a car but it’s not!!”

“Ace you barely have your learners permit what made you think you can drive this?!?!”

“Shut up Juice!!”

“I told you idiots to just let me drive, now we’re gonna crash!!”

“We can still #Save this mess! Trey-Trey, help me untie Donald and Goofy!! Rids, you drive!!”

“Wait, why Riddle?!”

“Because I also have my learners permit and I’m a safer choice than Ace!! Now, hold on-!! Why isn’t this pulling up!!”

“Um, guys, we’re about to hit a world!!”

“We are-!! EVERYONE BRACE YOURSELF!!!!”

“AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!”

*CRASH*

“Ugh… huh….? What… happened….?” I ask as I wake myself up.

“Silver, the things you can sleep through never ceases to amaze me….,” Riddle groans as he helps me up and I see we’re in some kind of tree house, “basically, Sora wanted to drive but Donald wouldn’t let him so Ace, like a nincompoop, tied up him and Goofy so he could have a turn. The problem was, Sora didn’t know how to drive, and despite Ace’s insistence he was even worse. The rest of us tried to fix it, but we all crashed, and now the three of us have been bloody separated from the others, which is just fantastic…”

“I need to get better at waking up during these thing….,” I mumble before turning back to my club mate, “but, are you alright? You’re not hurt are you?”

“Heads a bit sore, but I’ll be alright,” he assures me, “what about yourself?”

“The same, bit sore but I’ll be okay,” I reply before realising something, “wait, you said three of us got separated from the others, who else is here.” With that Riddle points behind me to the still out cold Sora, who looks a bit more banged up than the two of us but thankfully he still doesn’t look too hurt.

“I’m annoyed at him for starting this mess, but Ace was the one who made it become out of hand so I’ll mostly save him from the lecture once he’s awake,” Riddle adds as he comes over to us both, “but we’re stuck in a tree at the moment, so unless you feel like carrying him down we can’t do much but wait for him to wake up-!! Did… did you hear that?”

“If by ‘that’ then you mean a growl, then yes I heard it.” I confirm as we both draw our Keyblades and magic pens and brace ourselves for whatever is around here. This is clearly a jungle of some kind so lord knows what it will be-!!

“Riddle behind you!!” I shout as a flash of yellow bombs through the window, giving Riddle just enough time to move before the source hits him, a leopard. Okay, it’s not a Heartless but that’s still bad.

“I’ll cast, you slash! Fiddlesticks that rhymed!” Riddle tells me as he casts a flora spell to make the vines in the room hold the leopard in place, and I use the opportunity to get some good hits in with my Keyblade, but at that point the leopard breaks out of the vine and charges so I quickly dodge out of the way…. But now it’s going for Sora zooterkins!!

“SORA!!!” Me and Riddle both shout as I charge at the leopard and Riddle quickly casts a spell, but before either of us can do anything a man with long brown hair and wearing nothing but a loin cloth jumps through the window and kicks it in the face which knocks it to the back of the room?!

“Um, thank you?!” Riddle thanks the man while looking very confused before he pins the leopard down again, but before I have to do anything the man charges at it with a spear and stabs it in the gut, making the leopard roar before it keels over. I… I know it was trying to kill us but I still feel bad…

“Sabor dead, good,” the man says in broken English before turning to us, “you not hurt?”

“A bit banged up, but that was before that thing showed up,” Riddle answers also a little shaken but recovering faster than me, “thank you very much for your assistance sir.”

“Not sir. Me, Tarzan.” The man clarifies as he introduces himself, making Riddle blink a bit in confusion and I can’t help but smile a little. 

“It’s nice to meet you Tarzan,” I tell him, “I’m Silver, and this is my friend Riddle.”

“Friend…,” Tarzan mumbles before pulling out a picture, “you’re… his friend right?”

“Who’s- that’s Trey!,” Riddle says as I look at the picture and see it’s a picture of Riddle and his vice housewarden, “where did you get this?!”

“He and other friends, they with Jane,” Tarzan explains, “he asked me to find you.”

“Oh thank the Seven everyone is alright-,” I admit with a sigh of relief before hearing a familiar voice yawn, “Sora! Are you alright?!”

“Ugh… yeah, I’m good-!!” Sora admits as he forces himself awake but then he looks behind me like someone’s there, but he’s not looking at Tarzan or Riddle so I have no idea what’s happening.

“Sora, what’s going on?” I ask, making him focus back on me and his eyes widen.

“Ri-!,” Sora starts to say but cuts himself off and sighs, “sorry, I… I thought I saw Kairi for a second, and you looked like Riku again. Guess I’m more homesick than I thought…. That or I hit my head harder than I thought… probably both.”

“Yeah, probably,” I admit with a small smile before getting serious, “but, I don’t blame you, I miss my family and my friends too, but we’re doing all of this to find them, and we will find them, so just hang in there, okay?”

“…. Ehe, will do,” Sora agrees as his smile comes back but it turns nervous when he sees Riddle, “hey… Riddle… sorry about what happened…”

“Don’t worry, Ace will be the one suffering my wrath, not you,” Riddle tells Sora making him sigh in relief, “still, even if you’re not the one who made us crash, trying to take the wheel away from the driver is still incredibly reckless. In future if you wan to learn how to drive the ship please ask Donald before we’re in the air instead of trying to take over mid flight.”

“Yeah, good idea,” Sora agrees with an awkward smile and chuckle before he sees Tarzan, “oh, hi there, sorry I didn’t see you before.”

“It alright,” Tarzan assures him before doing introductions, “me Tarzan.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sora!” Sora replies as he holds out his hand for a shake, and while Tarzan looks a little confused after a moment he does hold on and they shake.

“Alright, now all of that is settled,” Riddle says, “can you take us to our friends please?”

Tarzan nods in agreement at the request before he… picks us all up I guess this is happening now.

“Whoa!” Sora yelps in surprise as we’re carried out the window.

“What- what are you doing?!” Riddle asks freaking out but at least he’s not getting angry.

“Vines are dangerous, this safer,” Tarzan explains as he makes it to the edge of the treehouse, “hold on.”

“To what-?! AGH!!!!!!” Riddle screams as Tarzan jumps off and I’m just wondering how my life has gotten to the point where this is normal.

5 Minutes Later:

“Never…. Again….” Riddle mumbles as Tarzan puts us all down and we walk towards a tent.

“Really? I wanna do that again, that was awesome!!” Sora refutes with a massive grin.

“Maybe you can ask later,” I tell him as I open the tent door, “for now let’s let the others know we’re alive-“

“Silver-senpai help! Ace has some punishment coming but I think Donald’s about to kill him!!” Deuce tells me as he, Trey, Cater and Goofy are all trying to pull Donald off of Ace because the duck is currently trying to strangle the first year okay that’s bad!

“On it!” I shout as I jump down to the other side of the duck and start pulling off his feathery fingers, and while his grip is surprisingly strong I manage to get enough of them off for the others to pull Donald off of Ace.

“Ah… oh thank the Seven….,” Ace pants as he catches his breath, “I thought… I was a goner…-!”

“I’ll hand down my sentence, the verdict comes afterwards. Are you ready? OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!,” Riddle casts as he joins in and collars Ace before grabbing him by the shirt, “Ace Trappola I am relieved you’re not dead but what in the name of the Queen of Hearts were you thinking?!?!”

“I thought Sora knew what he was doing and Donald was just being a dick!” Ace defends but all that does is agitate the duck.

“He’s just a kid, what else did you bloody think!!,” Donald shouts before turning to Sora, “and you shouldn’t of been trying to grab the controls away from me!!”

“I just wanted a turn!!,” Sora refutes, “if you had just let me try and shown me what to do then none of this would’ve happened!”

“Me and Goofy can both drive, we don’t need to waste time on driving lessons!!” Donald rebuffs as he pulls Sora down and they get into a staring contest.

“Donald calm down, it’s not Sora’s fault, Ace is the one who made this mess escalate.” Deuce adds while glaring at his friend.

“Oh, you’re dragging me back into this huh?!” Ace shouts getting aggressive.

“Well you are the one who tied up Donald and Goofy.” Trey adds, not as mad as the others but he clearly look very happy, and that just ticks Ace off more.

“Um, guys, maybe we should all take a chill pill.” Cater interjects looking very uncomfortable-

“SHUT UP!!!” Donald, Sora, Ace, Deuce and Trey all shout, making Cater flinch and look even more awkward.

“Alright, that’s enough, I know this mess is bad but now you’re taking it out on innocent parties, everyone just calm down!,” I shout because this is getting out of hand, “Yes we crashed but we’re all fine so we shouldn’t be acting like one of us committed murder!"

“Easy for you to say, you slept through it all-GAH!!” Donald shouts as he lets go of Sora and marches over to me, but gets cut off when a livid looking Riddle picks him up by the back of his shirt.

“Everyone, apologise to Cater right now,” Riddle tells us looking like he’s about to snap, “and Donald, you’d better apologise to Silver as well.”

“!!!! Sorry.…” Everyone who shouted shut up apologises after a moment of terror, some more willingly than others.

“That’s better,” Goofy says as he takes Donald from Riddle, “now, I know this was all a mess, but Silver’s right. We’re all fine, so let’s not get at each others throats over this, and let’s just promise to not let it happen again, alright fellas?”

“Alright, promise.” Sora agrees with a nod.

“Promise…” Donald also agrees albeit a lot grumpier.

“I promise too,” Ace adds before turning to Riddle with puppy dog eyes, “but, can I get this off in case something shows up??”

“Fine, but if this happens again you’re not getting let off this easily you buffoon.” Riddle relents as he makes Ace’s collar vanish.

“Is… is this normal for you all?” A woman with brown hair asks in concern and confusion as she and Tarzan are standing next to the tent door, along with a man with a very tiny moustache but he walks away pretty quickly.

“Not the arguing, but things getting chaotic is a lot more standard,” I admit, “sorry you had to see that miss. I’m assuming you’re the Jane Tarzan mentioned?”

“I am, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” she confirms as she walks in with a bit of film reel, “now, how about we take a look at this to try and cool off.”

“That’s a good idea.” Deuce agrees as Jane starts setting it up.

“Hey,” Trey says to Cater, “even ignoring the group apology, I’m sorry for shouting at you like that.”

“Eh, don’t sweat it, heat of the moment can be pretty intense after all.” Cater assures him which seems to put the issue to rest.

“What… of this time?” Tarzan asks Jane as she finishes setting up.

“Some images from around the world,” she answers as she turns on the projector and images start being displayed, “this is Big Ben, a massive clocktower in London that is a world famous landmark. Then this is one of the pyramids of Egypt, they were built to keep the bodies of deceased pharaohs safe on their way to the afterlife. And this… I don’t believe I’ve ever seen this castle before, when did that get here?”

“You didn’t put it in? That’s weird.” Ace admits as we all look at the image of the castle that’s now being projected, and ignoring how everything looks very pointed the main thing of note is the giant heart over the entranceway-

“Sora?” I ask in confusion as he’s looking at the castle with some degree of familiarity.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologises as he refocus’s, “it’s just…. I know I’ve never been to that castle in my life, but, it somehow still looks kinda… familiar.”

“Perhaps you saw a picture of it in a book when you were younger,” Riddle suggests, “I know from experience that no matter how hard you try you usually end up forgetting something in your life.”

“Maybe.” Sora replies not convinced-

*BANG* !!!

“That… that was a gun…,” Deuce mumbles in horror as we all calm down, “who in the name of the Seven fired a gun?!?!”

“Deuce calm down panicking isn’t going to help.” Trey tells the first year despite him clearly freaking out himself.

“Clayton is the only one at camp with a gun,” Jane tells us, “something must’ve happened. Everyone, be careful.”

With that and all of us nodding in agreement, plus myself Sora and Riddle summoning our Keyblades just in case, we all walk outside to see the man from before, Clayton I assume, holding a gun and standing over a badly injured and unconscious but still breathing gorilla.

“!! Clayton!! What did you do?!” Tarzan asks clearly getting pissed as Donald and Trey both cast a healing spell on the Gorilla.

“Oh great, the gorilla in human clothing has arrived, and he’s brought along some other pests as well,” Clayton groans before smirking, “I’m just doing my job, bringing back these bad boys back to the mainland. It’s not my fault this one got a little testy.”

“Testy?! You’re trying to abduct it of course it got testy!!,” Ace shouts also getting mad (or just wanting to vent after earlier possibly both), “fire shot!!”

“Okay this guy has it coming but we’re going straight to violence, great.” Donald groans as the spell flies towards Clayton, but instead of hitting him it hits something black… and a heart flies off…. Wait…

“Heartless!!” I shout as I realise what’s going on, and almost like magic a group of monkey Heartless appear out of nowhere!

“EEP!!” Jane yelps as she runs behind the tent for cover as we all pull out our weapons and start attacking.

“Well, that’s strange, but convenient for me.” Clayton admits with a surprise before smirking and running off.

“Clayton!!” Tarzan shouts in a rage as he’s about to go after him, but he gets distracted by two of the Heartless jumping onto his arm, and while Goofy knocks them off quickly by the time they and the rest of the Heartless are gone so is Clayton. Zooterkins.

“What… what were those things?” Jane asks as she comes out of hiding.

“Heartless, long story short they’re monsters made of darkness who do nothing but cause problems,” Sora explains quickly, “we can worry about them later though, for now we have to stop Clayton!”

“He going after family,” Tarzan adds seriously as he grabs Jane by her hand, “split up and search jungle for him and save the Gorilla’s, we have no time.”

“He’s right,” Riddle agrees, “Tarzan, Jane, you two check towards the treehouse. Silver, Sora, Goofy, Donald, you all check that way. Everyone else, you’re with me over this way.”

“Sounds good, and if someone finds him or we go an hour without finding anyone we all meet back here, alright?,” Trey adds and we all nod in agreement, “good, now let’s go!!”

“Please say we’re not too late…” I mumble in concern as we all split up.

“He only just left, we got this!” Sora says encouragingly to assure me, and while that does help I’m still nervous. Tarzan called the Gorilla’s his family and well… let’s just say the idea of a family being split up isn’t exactly the kind of thing I take lying down, so the only thing to do is to stop Clayton, and for that I need to ignore my doubts and just focus!

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Only some of these link posts have dialog transcripts (and instead of full image descriptions like they once had) because in early 2025 I was obliged to streamline the housekeeping procedures for producing mostly daily comic strips, in aid of avoiding burnout on doing daily cartoons at all. I apologize for the conflict in accomodation needs. Dialog transcription: A Say, Pierce - remember that letter I was writing to Louise Burns? Yeah yeah? Hold on. You wrote Louise Burns? What could you possibly have in common with Louise Burns? Besides Frank's - B If you can't say something nice, jump off a cliff Let's just say Margaret's divorce was due in part to behavior patterns Frank and Donald shared. Sounds like I'm out of line. Sorry. C Anyway… You were wondering whether there might be unforeseen consequences of my unburdening my soul to her. I foresaw Louise taking a frying pan to Frank's brain pan Apparently you weren't concerned enough about Frank's brain pan to stop the letter D Well, she's graciously written me back. In order to inform me that she already divorced Frank, as soon as he set foot back in Indiana. Sounds like the beginning of a beautiful friendship May you and Louise be very happy together

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[tanjiromenon]

last christmas.

(sora x reader)

warnings: hurt no comfort, mentions of character death, sora being a cutie, NOT PROOFREAD-ish

i wrote this LAST christmas, which is really ironic. also, i hate this. it’s really bad, sorry lol

“hey,” sora waved a hand in front of your face, his bright blue eyes searching for any sign of life from you.

“you alive?”.

grumbling, you turned away from him, pulling the blanket over your head with the slight mumble of “go away-” sora laughed and tugged the blanked back away, leaning over you with a wide grin.

“you don’t wanna see your presents, y/n?” his bright blue eyes burned into yours - usually you wouldn’t have minded at all, but now? his eyes seemed like large flashlights illuminating to the back of your skull.

“i didn’t sleep..”

sora’s smile wavered, tilting his head. “oh,” looking away nervously, he tilted back and forth on the balls of his feet with an awkward laugh. “were we too loud? sorry”

you hummed as he scratched the back of his neck, turning red from the embarrassment.

you weren’t lying. donald, goofy and sora are never discreet when it comes to wrapping presents. the crinkling of the wrapping and the bang of heavy boxes that were mostly likely dropped by goofy, drove you crazy the entire night. most christmas eves, you’d join them in the festivities, usually on wrapping duty, but not this year; you needed to catch up on sleep as much as possible.

the king had been putting you on way more assignments with sora than usual for reasons you didn’t understand or care to know. all you knew is that sora was doing great - you were not. maybe you just weren’t as used to the whole - saving worlds lifestyle like him.

“it’s fine, sora.” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, yawning. “well,” he found his grin once again. “merry christmas my love! i’ll make you some breakfast whilst you get ready for that party, sleepyhead.”

“merry christmas, sora.” you smiled.

the room was filled with people, the music was bordering on deafening and you couldn’t hear a single thing kairi was saying to you. the only words you really made out were, ‘he’s so… i don’t understand…annoying’. you laughed and silently hoped it would be enough to satisfy her, sipping your juice. kairi raised an eyebrow, shaking her head in amusement.

she knew you couldn’t hear her. it was just funny to see you try to guess what reaction to give. “you’re funny, y/n.”

you looked at her with a small smile, bringing your drink to your lips once more-

“excuse me, sorry!” sora raced past the both of you, followed by riku, who somehow managed to knock you over like bowling pins. “ah!” you and kairi yelled as you fell on top of her, the drink spilling all over your stomach and her back.

getting up, you groaned at the state of your outfits that took hours to put together. “jeez, what’s got him in such a hurry?”

kairi shrugged and brushed herself off before gesturing for you to follow her.

once outside, you questioned her as to where you’re both going, to which she simply said, “gotta change clothes, silly.” yeah, she’s right. the smell of apple juice was starting to overwhelm your sinuses, anyways.

suddenly, kairi stopped right outside the courtyard, whipping her head around until breathing out a sigh of relief and turning to you. “damn, i must’ve left my phone on the floor in there!”

“wait- i can see it in your pock-“ she ran past you shouting for you to wait for a second, causing you to laugh as you watched her figure retreat into the distance.

‘i’ll wait here then, i guess.’ you thought to yourself, walking further into the courtyard and sitting on the bench, letting your fingers play with the water in the fountain.

you heard the voices of riku and sora behind the bush, bickering over something. you tilted your head up, trying to listen, but it was useless.

“wait-shh!”. you guessed they caught onto the fact that they were being too loud; in the corner of your eye, you saw the white haired boy peek ever so slightly around the corner of the bush to look at you, before sneakily retreating and pushing sora into the overgrown entrance way. giggling, you looked down, pretending you didn’t see anything.

“never thought i’d see you out here, party bee.” he cringed as he said it, briefly peering at the bush with a ‘what did i just say?’ look, before walking closer to you.

you turned to see sora, wearing a very unflattering christmas jumper and a small santa hat. “oh, hi sora!”

“hi, y/n.” he waved at you, smiling softly. “i-uh- i have a little something for you.”

he sat down by you and offered a small brown box wrapped in a red bow.

ah.

“this was planned, wasn’t it?”

sora turned bright red, stumbling over his words and fidgeting with his hands. “ah- no- maybe! ..yes…” he looked down, feeling his ears and nose heating up. he thought he was being sneakier than that, not expecting you to figure it out that easily.

“for the record, it wasn’t part of the plan to spill your-“

you giggled and leant into him, “i figured, you love this dress on me too much.” sora chuckled, looking down at it, “still looks great, maybe just a little more see-through now. sorry”. you gasped, lifting his chin with your finger, “eyes up here, knucklehead!”.

he laughed, grinning from ear to ear. “oops.”

a big smile graced your face as you took the box he nudged toward you once again, opening it.

a shiny, heart-shaped, diamond necklace. both of your initials engraved in the middle.

“sora!” you almost screamed, holding it up - about to cry. “i love it, thank you.” you hugged him, rocking back and forth and sniffling. “hey, don’t get your snot on my fantastic jumper!” he joked- eh, half-joked as he caressed your face. “i love you, so, so much.”

“i love you too, sora.” you leaned into his touch, feeling his thumb wipe away a stray tear.

sora swore you were the best thing to ever happen to him, sending a silent thank you to the world for bringing you into his life. he shook his head, coming back into the moment. “let’s put this thing on before we get too distracted, shall we?”

as he clasped it around your neck, you fiddled with it in your hands. “see, i’m not going anywhere as long as i’ve got this.” you whispered excitedly, turning your head to see him ever so slightly.

“don’t jinx it now, y/n!” he joked, setting down the now fixed chain, standing up and offering his hand.

“care to dance?”

“i’d love to.”

sora sighed as he sat down at your grave, reminiscing about last christmas. his tears ran down his face like a river as he began to sob, covering his face with his hand.

his throat hurt from how dry it was, his chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath, inconsolable.

his voice broke, looking down to your necklace in his hand.

the day you died, it felt like he had died along with you. life had become dull and void of colour, the only thing keeping him afloat being his friends.

he never imagined a world where he would have to be without you. never thought it’d be a possibility for fate to be so cruel.

the day would replay in his mind over and over like a broken cassette, regrets and thoughts of ‘what could’ve been’ haunting- defining, the very person he had turned into afterwards.

memories of your laughter brought pain instead of happiness. thoughts of the warmth of your body when he hugged you made him claw at his clothes - he should’ve held you tighter.

it should’ve been him.

laying down on the soft yet sharp- biting blanket of snow, he realised he didn’t care about the pain of the cold on his skin, instead placing his hand on the dirt above where your cold body lay six feet under.

your body.

cold, dead and alone.

part of him wishes to be buried with you, the pain of suffocation being worth a few more minutes - or seconds - by your side.

death would be a miracle that he’d welcome with open arms if it meant being with you again.

“merry christmas, y/n.”

[blackpilljesus]

When I saw your blackpill views I thought you were a moron.

Now when I see the US elections result, you were right. The world hates women.

Most women are pick mes that will dump you for male validation and men are biologically wired to rape and subjugate women..

How do I cope with this reality? Can you provide me with resources?

That first line made me laugh but it's okay the word of christ was rejected at first too.

I looked at the results & fucking hell I truly thought kamala had it in the bag icl but I'm not suprised. I wrote the below on my private twitter account when I saw the results so far. At the time it was being said that typical red states were quicker to count but now more results are in & the donald is close to the 270 electoral college votes needed.

So far donald trump has more of the personal & electoral college votes from what it seems. Honestly if he wins nothing truly fucking matters. This is how it's like for women. Doesnt matter how qualified or well spoken you are, you end up losing to a dusty moid in society. Tho tbh it was the same thing 4 years ago. So much desperation for dems to be voted to protect roe only for it to be overturned anyways. It was about getting trump out of power w/ all he did. This is the first time I'll say this in a while but I truly hate politics. Like I saw in the witchesvspatriarchy subreddit, regardless of who wins the work is not over. However one thing I'll say about republicans esp trump is that they're persistent & dgaf about the rules. That's why they often win or come very close to it.

Donald is a convicted felon, jan 6, and yet. Yeah nothing fucking matters. One thing about moids is that they aren't as logical or even moral as the advertise, they just do whatever will get them closer to their goal at all costs which is why arguing with them is a waste of time.

In terms of how I cope I'll address this in another post as I've received a few asks on this but generally my solace in this hellhole is knowing it's not my fault and that under no circumstances am I leaving children behind. No life to the xy and no victims for them either. After millenias of suffering it ends with me in my line. Moid's fun & games end when there's no toys to play with.

As for resources, look through my blog or the blackpill feminism/feminist tags. Pinned list of some of my posts on @letters-of-libertas.

[lovelyd0gg]

More HCs!<3

How would the boys react to you hugging an old friend that's a male.

Warnings: tons of possessiveness from Luz, yanking arms, jealousy, make-out sesh (Luz)

Bonus: Dick winters and Donald Malarkey at the end<3

Bill Randleman.

•When he saw a man speed walking towards you and started to talk to you, he at first didn't mind.

•He knew you had tons of old friends from high school and he didn't mind at all.

•But as soon as he saw the man had to go somewhere, the guy gave you a hug and walked away.

•Now listen, Talk with a couple of male friends of yours around Bull, that's fine. But if they start to hug you, oh hell no.

•On the outside, he just stared the man down, watching as the guy walked away, but on the inside, his blood was boiling and he felt the need to best him up.

•Especially IF you weren't comfortable with hugs, he'd want to kill the guy.

•You guys just kept walking when he decided to make small talk, asking you who the guy was and how long you have known him.

•When you told him he was an old friend of yours and a little bit more info, he started to calm down a little more but he didn't want to see the guy anymore.

"What's wrong, Randleman?"

"Nothin' darlin'."

Eugene Roe.

•Eugene didn't really care at first like Bull.

•He just thought you were gonna have a normal chat with the guy.

•But once he saw the guy wrap his arms around your waist, jealousy took over.

•His stoic and emotionless expression was very much there and if looks could kill, the man would've dropped on the floor by now.

•When the guy left, Eugene grabbed your hand and yanked you to walk a different way.

•He didn't say anything, but when you guys were out of sight, he hugged you tightly, almost trying to take the scent from the guy away from you.

•It was very much clear he was jealous and he wasn't even hiding it.

•He got irritated but you told him to calm down.

•He was pretty pissed off but you managed to reassure him that there was nothing going on between you and your friend.

•He trusted you and kissed your forehead. Believing you.

"I'm not cheating on you."

"I trust you, cher."

George Luz.

•When I tell you this man gets jealous easily, I KID YOU NOT.

•Once the guy hugs you, he immediately yanks your arm to you.

•Tilting your chin up. Making you look up at him.

•He kept telling you how you were his and basically a complete possessive freak.

•He didn't want any other man near you or touch you.

•Once you both got home, he pinned you to the couch and kissed you violently.

•The kiss was heated and passionate. And it was clear that he was marking what was his.

•He moved his mouth from your lips down to your neck. Leaving hickeys and red marks.

•After you both finished the make out session, he cuddled up to you the whole day. His grip really tight.

•Almost scared you'd run off.

•He was very possessive and he was scared he'd lose you.

"Am I a red flag?"

"You get possessive a lot.. But I love you."

Bill Guarnere.

•As soon as the guy even came to talk with you, he became impatient and wanted to just leave already.

•It was bad enough that he wanted to go and was just waiting for you to be done.

•But when the guy was about to hug you that reached a whole new "what the fuck" level.

•He literally just went between the two of you and pushed the guy gently away.

•He jerked his head somewhere else towards the guy, silently telling him to go away.

•He didn't care in the slightest if the guy didn't get his hug from you, you were supposed to hug Bill and your friends and family.

•Not to mention, Bill didn't even know this guy, you never told him but then again you forget the guy even existed.

•He managed to keep his temper in check (somehow) and you both continued with your day.

"You didn't tell at him."

"Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, keep walkin'."

Lewis Nixon.

•Nixon didn't seem to care much when the guy was talking to you. You both were catching up and he didn't really care how long you both took.

•He in fact needed to rest his legs a little after walking for so long.

•As he was staring down at the floor, he heard you end the conversation and he looked up to see the guy hugging you.

•He raised an eyebrow and gave the guy a judging up and down look.

•In his head he was thinking of all sorts of scenarios that would never happen.

•What if the guy punched you? What if you didn't bring your pepper spray with you?

•But after the guy left somewhere else, you told Nixon that you both can continue to go.

•He didn't keep his eyes off the guy. But then he looked at you and nodded.

"Where are you staring at?"

"The guy, what if he punched you?"

Ronald Speirs.

•Oh-ho-ho. Good luck girl.

•I don't think he'd even let you talk to the guy in the first place.

•But for the sake of this headcanon, let's do it.

•When he saw you talking to the guy, he was already feeling protective, like the guy was gonna do something unexpected.

•But when the guy was gonna hug you, Speirs just wrapped his arms around you from behind. Trying to hint to the guy that you're taken and you're not going anywhere.

•The guy stared at him up and down and just left. Clearly freaked out.

•It seemed that his plan worked, just like he imagined it to.

•Once you both came home, he started to rant about how the guy can't just touch you like that! And that he was in the right for stepping in.

•He sometimes asked you if you agreed with him, and sometimes you did actually agree, but sometimes you pretended to just so he doesn't start to scold you.

•It's clear he is protective over you, and he just wants to make sure you're okay.

"Was I too protective..?"

"No, you did what you needed to do."

Joseph Liebgott.

•Normally, he's chill and he doesn't really want to go pick for fights.

•He noticed the guy walk up to you and he raised an eyebrow.

•He was suspicious at first and he didn't trust the guy.

•But when the guy hugged you and walked away he got the "What he hell?" Look on his face.

•He stared at you then watched the guy walk away.

•He wasn't even that mad but he was definitely confused.

•When you guys continued to walk he asked who the guy was and just went on with your days.

•It was so weird and he felt a little jealous but not a lot.

•It was just out of context.

"Huh--?"

"I don't know what the fuck happened."

~•BONUS•~

Richard Winters.

•He is very calm. So when the guy started to talk with you, he was respectful and he didn't bother you or him.

•When the guy hugged you and left, Winters still didn't do anything. He just stood there and asked you who that guy was.

•When you explained that it was an old friend of yours, he nodded and you both kept walking.

•He was very understanding and calm in a lot of situations and he didn't feel jealousy almost at all!

•Which was a good thing for both of you.

•He also trusted you, he knew you wouldn't cheat on him or hurt him. He knew you wouldn't do anything bad to him.

•I mean, it was just a friend after all, so why should he be jealous?

"You aren't jealous?"

"He's a friend, why should I?"

Donald Malarkey.

•He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little jealous.

•When he saw the guy hug you, he felt a little needy for your affection.

•He felt like the guy was getting more affection than he was and that made him needy.

•When the guy left, Malarkey immediately grabbed your hand and smiled.

•Swaying your hands back and forth, he was in a good mood but he also wanted your affection.

•When you guys came home. He tackled you on the bed and covered your face in kisses then cuddled up against you.

•Either he was somewhat jealous or touch-starved.

•It didn't really matter though because he wasn't hurting or restricting you.

•He smiled while he cuddled you and it seemed he felt a lot better.

"Malarkey! Calm down on the kisses!"

"No! I'm not done!"

[darkmaga-returns]

MCNBC host Rachel Maddow has called on the U.S. military and American citizens to join forces and launch a coup d’état against the incoming Trump administration to prevent Trump from serving a second term.

Following Trump’s victory, Maddow urged citizens, U.S. military leaders and celebrities to break the law and do everything in their power to resist “authoritarian” Donald Trump.

Infowars.com reports: Speaking to Democrats feeling dismayed at the outcome of this week’s election, Maddow said, “History doesn’t end. Time doesn’t stop. Now we have the benefit of knowing how this has gone in every other country that has been through a democracy to authoritarian transition. And sadly, there are a lot of them. We have the benefit of seeing what’s happened in those other countries, though, and what we know is that the more ground the authoritarian takes, the harder it is to ever get that ground back.”

“And so the first order of business is to stop them from taking any uncontested ground right from the outset. When it comes to what our system of government is and what our democracy is, right, we know from other countries experiences that quickly– I mean now in the next few weeks if not the next few days –they are going to start pushing to see how far the country is going to let them go, without pushback, without protest.”

Next, the mainstream media anchor tried to mobilize Harris supporters, saying, “They’re counting on all those tens of millions of Americans to be despondent, to feel powerless, to check out, which, of course, would mean letting them do what they want, letting them run the table. What they really don’t want is for the half the country that voted against them– the half the country that wants to keep our democracy –what they really don’t want is for those tens of millions of Americans to wake up tomorrow feeling scrappy as hell.”

“Now we can work full time on being freaking pirates. On being a thorn in the side to anyone who now intends to try to turn this country into some pin pot tyranny. What they want, least of all, is to realize that half the country went to bed sad tonight, but then woke up tomorrow fired up with a new sense of purpose, knowing that, apparently, this is what we are on this earth to do with American citizens in this generation,” she added.

Maddow claimed protest “has to be done now” and “has to happen in sort of every aspect, every corner of our society.”

“The U.S. military needs to give the American people binding assurances that they will not deploy U.S. military force against the civilian population in this country. They can give those assurances, and now they should,” she stated.

“The free press needs to give the people of this country assurances that they will not become state TV,” the Democrat newswoman continued.

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[oldgayjew]

Do you recall some of Trump's rants?

‘Vengeful’ Trump withheld disaster aid and will do so again, ex-officials warn

Former administration officials say Trump deliberately denied funds to states he deemed politically hostile

Donald Trump deliberately withheld disaster aid to states he deemed politically hostile to him as US president and will do so again unimpeded if he returns to the White House, several former Trump administration officials have warned.

As Hurricane Helene and then Hurricane Milton have ravaged much of the south-eastern US in the past two weeks, Trump has sought to pin blame upon Joe Biden’s administration for a ponderous response to the disasters, even suggesting that this was deliberate due to the number of Republican voters affected by the storms.

Former Trump administration officials have said the former president, when in office, initially refused to release federal disaster aid for wildfires in California in 2018, withheld wildfire assistance for Washington state in 2020, and severely restricted emergency relief to Puerto Rico in the wake of the devastating Hurricane Maria in 2017 because he felt these places were not sufficiently supportive of him.

The revelations, first reported upon by E&E News, have raised major doubts over what Trump’s response to disasters would be should he win next month’s presidential election. The former president has already been criticized for his role in spreading misinformation about Helene and Milton that has allegedly slowed the disaster response and even led to online death threats against Federal Emergency Management Agency (Fema) staff and metorologists.

“Trump absolutely didn’t want to give aid to California or Puerto Rico purely for partisan politics – because they didn’t vote for him,” said Kevin Carroll, former senior counselor to the homeland security secretary John Kelly during Trump’s term. Carroll said Kelly, later the president’s chief of staff, had to “twist Trump’s arm” to get him to release the federal funding via Fema to these badly hit areas.

“It was clear that Trump was entirely self-interested and vengeful towards those he perceived didn’t vote for him,” Carroll told the Guardian. “He even wanted to pull the navy out of Hawaii because they didn’t vote for him. We were appalled – these are American civilians the government is meant to provide for. The idea of withholding aid is antithetical to everything you want from in a leader.”

The effort to overcome Trump’s reluctance to provide aid for California succeeded only after the then-president was provided voting data showing that Orange county, heavily damaged by the wildfires, has large numbers of Republican voters, according to Olivia Troye, who was a homeland security adviser to the Trump White House.

“We had to sit around and brainstorm a way where he would agree to this because he looked at everything through a political lens,” Troye told the Guardian. “There were instances where disaster declarations would sit on his desk for days, we’d get phone calls all the time on how to speed things up, sometimes we had to get [Vice-President] Mike Pence to weigh in.

Republicans forget what he's said. It's well documented and there's even proof on videos. It's not FAKE News.

Romans 12:19-21"Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord".  

Proverbs 24:29"Do not say: 'I will do to him just as he has done to me; I will get even with him'".  

Leviticus 19:18A Jew should not take revenge or bear a grudge against a fellow Jew who has harmed him.  

The only reason that aid would be denied is if he knew that it wouldn't get to the people who needed it most ... such as the aid that was sent to Puerto Rico and stockpiled in warehouses so that the governor could say that Trump was denying aid and aid that lined the pockets of California politicians ... aid for wildfires was conditional that clearing of underbrush and cutting firebreaks was mandatory to prevent future fires ... the EPA refused to allow it ... the same EPA that valued the lives of "snail darters" over the lives of 23 firefighters that perished because the wouldn't allow a water drop taken from their habitat ...

You also cite sources that are laughable at best and deceitful at large ... you turn the story to match your narrative by claiming "partisanship" and against non-supporters ... Obozo did that in Texas and other states that opposed him ... clean up your own back yard before you look at others ...

[uncoupledengine]

Another Polaroid picture that I created for another piece.

Here is Oliver and Douglas having a movie night. They have stolen Duck’s laptop, created a blanket fort and the Little Wester team had even got Oliver a toad (frog) plushie for him to cuddle with.

~~~

“Are you sure this is okay for us to do?” Oliver inquired curiously as he pulled more blankets on to Douglas’s bed to make the fort.

“Of course,” Douglas smiled as he closed the door behind him, Duck’s laptop tucked under his arm. “Donnie and I do it all ta time.” Douglas sat on his bed and watched as Oliver continued to tie the blanket to the top of a bookshelf.

Oliver smiled happily at his little fort and lowered himself gently on to his bed. He examined Duck’s laptop and was amused by the stickers on it. The big Great Western logo and the picture of a duck in water heavily secured the laptops owner as Duck.

Oliver reached to his side and pulled at the large plushie that had been gifted to him a few days ago. The Little Western team had felt sorry for the poor lad not having any of his own belongings apart from a few pieces of clothes. Donald and Duck had been shopping when they had found the plushie and instantly bought it for their new friend. Oliver thought himself too old for plushies but the more he cuddled it the more he needed it. It had been a wonderful gift. It was nice to have something that was his, especially being surrounded by so many nicknacks and souvenirs that the other three had collected over the years.

Soon the two lay on their fronts watching the film when a knock on the door occurred. They barely looked up as Duck stepped into the room with a smile on his face. He watched the two for a moment and quirked an eyebrow at his laptop being used.

“Donald and I are heading out,” Duck announced, “are you two staying in tonight?”

“Yep,” Douglas answered watching the fight scene intently.

“We’ll be back late,” Duck warned and slowly closed the door behind him.

Duck quickly collected his camera and took a step back into the room. Oliver and Douglas seemed too happy with their situation to notice him. Oliver was curled around his plushie and snuggled next to Douglas, a large blue blanket lay on top of the two as the blue light from the laptop illuminated their faces. Duck smiled and took a quick snapshot of the two before shutting the door. He placed his camera back down before moving to the makeshift gallery wall they had started in the corridor. Many pictures of their adventures and achievements hung upon it. Duck collected a pin and placed the picture in the centre of the collection, next to a picture of Donald and Douglas from their first official work day on Sodor. Duck smiled before heading to meet Donald.

[tickling-giggles]

Hello can I request Hobie tickling Pavitr? He’s pinning him down and tickling his sides and stomach and feet? And pavitr is super ticklish which makes him laugh hard.

A Fun little Game

Summary: Pavitr is bored out of his mind and he goes to Hobie to see if he can help him with that.

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Pav doesn’t like how non-busy or well how dead today is. He’s currently staring out of his bedroom window itching for a robber to go rob a store, or one of those crazy villains to come and try to destroy the city.

“Whatcha’ doing?” Hobie asked leaning on his wall. Pavitr jumped hitting his head on the wall. “Oww, when did you get here?” He rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve actually been here for a good 10 minutes” Hobie looked down at his wrist. “That’s a pretty long time I didn’t even sense you” Pav giggled. “I’ve could’ve kidnapped you if I wanted to” Hobie smirked as he sat down on his bed right next to Pav.

”So you’re just gonna stare out the window like a sad puppy dog, or are you gonna tell me what’s wrong, orrrr do we have to play 21 questions?” Hobie asked. “I- that’s a new one 21 questions? Really” Pav chuckled.

“Don’t play dumb whenever I ask you what’s wrong you always beat around the bush and say ‘oh don’t worry about it it’s dumb’ or ‘it’s nothing really I swear’” Hobie imitated his voice. “I don’t sound like that plus it’s really nothing this time” Pav whined a bit.

“Spill”

“Fine I was zone out because I’m bored, and there’s nothing to do. Before you ask both my girlfriend and Maya Aunty are out of town. There aren’t any people to save nor and bad guys to fight” Pav confessed. “That’s it i could keep you occupied with something” Hobie raised an eye brow before smirking.

“Please because I’m so bored it’s making me sick and moody and I hate being moody” Pav exaggerated. “You know my favorite thing about humans Pav? Is that they are like instruments” Hobie gave him a certain look which caused Pav to immediately get nervous. “Whaaaat instruments that’s random” Pav giggled nervously, he knew that look that Hobie had given him.

“What’re you so nervous for Pav?”

“Hobie teasing isn’t very nice” Pav giggled. “Well I’m not nice now what?” Hobie raised a brow. “Well I guess you’re just mEEheahahahan I knehehehew it ahahaha” Pav burst into giggles, as hobie clawed at his sides.

“See how you’re sides are like a piano” Hobie explained “the higher up your sides I go the higher your voice gets”. “Hobiehehehehehe that’s not funnehehehehEhEhEhE” Pav squealed proving Hobie’s fact to be true.

“What’s that one song you like that Donald glover sung…” Hobie asked. “Lehehes?”

“Yeah that one how’d it go? It was like Ooh girl I wanna know are you ready to cry!!” Hobie sung as he tickled his ribs. “HohohobIEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHO”

“‘Cause I’m— what do you not like that song you’re soooo picky” Hobie dramatically rolled his eyes. “Don’t like the piano ey? Let’s play the guitar then shall we?” Hobie let up as he swiftly grabbed his ankle.

“Hobie nohoho I don’t like the guitar caahahan you play I don’t knohow a harmonicaahaha” Pav giggles anticipating what was about to happen next. “Mmmm nope I’ve gotta play the guitar the crowd is going wild!!!” Hobie explained as he scribbled Pav’s foot.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA HOHOHOHOBIEHEHEHE” “The crowd loves my guitar Pav” Hobie looked back at him. “YOHOHOURS? IHIHITS MY FOHOHOT”

“Your guitar needs to be tuned”. Hobie sassed as he tickled his toes.”NAHAHAHA HOBAHAHAHAHAHHAHA IT TICKLEHEHEHEHES SO BAHAHAHAD” Pav shrieked bucking around. “This is no tickly matter Pav” Hobie looked at him with a annoyed look. “HOBIEHHEHEHEHEHEE PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Ok ok don’t need ya passing out on me you still in a sulky mood?” Hobie gave him a warm smile. “Nahaha nope I actually feel behehtter thanks hobie” Pav sat up and thanked hobie.

“I brought taco belllllll!!!”Miles announced as he and Gwen came with food. “Good some grub let’s go eat Pav” Hobie ruffled his hair as he helped him up. “Yess I’m starvingggg”