#My writing!!

[junglemax]

thank u to that one tweet abt hook needing glasses

samoa joe and shibata find out that hook needs glasses.

[mini drabble]

“Hold on a second,” Hook says, stopping Joe and Shibata from going anywhere. He goes into his bag, grabs a pair of glasses out, and puts them on. “Alright, now let’s go.”

Joe and Shibata look at each other in shock for a moment before looking back at Hook.

“Okay, hold on; time out,” Joe says, making a T with his hands.

Hook frowns, already looking annoyed. “Bro, what?”

“You wear glasses?”

“Yeah?”

“And never thought to tell us?”

“No? It wasn’t important.”

“It is important! I’ve never seen you put contacts in or take them out, ever.”

“That’s cause I don’t wear contacts.”

“What- so you’ve just been flying blind in matches, hoping you’re hitting an opponent and not your teammate?”

“Dude, I’m not that blind. Things are just a little blurry for me sometimes. It’s not that serious.”

“Oh my god,” Joe groans. “This is insane. Shibata, can you believe this?”

Shibata just looks happy to finally be able to speak as he begins typing on his phone. “The glasses frame your face nicely.”

“Thank you, Shibata!” Hook smiles. “See? At least he gets it.”

Joe pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Jesus Christ, we have got a lot to learn.”

[thesmpisonfire]

A small think about Pac not showing up today,,

Pac feel asleep with Richas' flute song, Richas in his arms and both hidden under the covers. Pac's eyes stung from crying, and he could feel Richas shaking as well. He gently caresses his son's hair as they both drift away, each other's support in the darkness...

They slept.

Hours pass by, Richas shifts a lot in his sleep, never a quiet child, and Pac wokes up for a moment. Sunlight starts to shine through the water and into the bedroom through the aquarium glass, and Pac feels Richas is also awake due to his slightly quick breathing. His kid is shaking again, and he has a hand over his mouth... A nightmare, most likely. Pac pulls him close and kisses the top of his hair, murmuring a lullaby that makes both of them shut their eyes...

They kept sleeping.

The elevator is loud in the silence, and it scares Pac awake. His eyes widen and his heart beats fast in his chest as he hugs Richas tighter and covers him with his body. The small dragon holds him just as tight, and they hold their breaths in anticipation for the worst... And then Pac recognizes Cellbit's step and whistling, immediately relaxing. He probably was there for Richas, but would give up in case Richas slept in. Pac looked down at him, and Richas just shook his head, hiding his face in Pac's neck. Pac caressed the back of Richas' head, and they both stayed quiet until Cellbit left... So quiet they slipped into unconsciousness again...

A sleep without dreams, what a blessing.

Forever was louder, the warp sound feeling like a siren going straight into Pac's ears as Forever walked away from his secret waystone. Forever was bad news, he never gave up. It means it was far past mid day, and he'd storm into Pac's room anyway to check on him and Richas. That was bad. That was bad. Pac didn't want to wake up. Pac didn't want to leave and see the empty lab. Pac didn't want to leave his bed-

Richas shifted in place and sat up. His hair was a mess and his face was the portrait of misery, but he still managed to crack a small smile for his pai, and he pressed his snout against Pac's cheek, getting a small chuckle from Pac. Richas slipped out of bed and took a deep breath, walking away and out of the room.

"Richas! You sleepyhead!" Forever's cheerful voice was heard, and a moment passed by before he spoke again. "'Me, pai Tazer and pai Craft were sleeping' fucking hell, y'all are so lazy..." He laughed, and soon he started to walk away from Pac's room, his voice lowering volume with the distance. "So we better let them sleep, right? We can come back later for them."

A warp sound, and soon it was all silent again.

Pac could only hear his shaky breath, closing his eyes tighter.

Alone.

Pac fell asleep again.

[bluentis]

He takes to the streets, clothed in darkness and itching for a fight, and Peter finds it. Again, and again, and again. He’s quiet this time, his voice too hoarse from tears to speak, too enraged to do anything other than scream. So the only sounds that fill the warehouses are the dull pangs of fists and blood splatters. Knuckles hitting flesh, and screams echoing off of stained walls.

One day, when the nights calm, Peter will be disgusted by the monster who stalked the streets, for once his knuckles red from another man’s ichor. Today, he feels righteous.

OR

When Spider-Man loses it all, will a deal with Deadpool save them both?

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

just fyi I had been following “The Drakes’ Spoiled Brat” for a while and then I found the “Mama Bird” fic and I just wanted to say thanks bc they’re SO good and making my life (and brainrot) better.

Aww thank you!!!!

God I really need to get to updating Mama bird but I promise it will (hopefully) be worth the wait- I just fucked up the pacing and had to rewrite the whole next chapter

But seriously, love to hear it and thank you for the ask <333

[sunflowerrex]

Eli Vanto and music (or at least when Thrawn notices)

I feel like Eli would be the kind to constantly be consuming or making music. On my drive home from work today I thought up a few examples of this- or at least the examples that thrawn notices

I know some of these are iffy cannonically, but just roll w it or scroll on :)

this is also my first time writing anything fic related, like literally ever so if you have any recommendations or tips pls let me know!! I also dont know if i should call this a drabble or ficlet or what it is so feel free to tag as you feel is right

(Bisexual! Eli, Thrawn is... jealous?, Yea hes def jealous, Eli is a fucken tease, Thrawn is bad with feelings, I will most definitely be writting more installments of this bc omg this is FUN)

CW: Alcohol, getting/being drunk, 18+ to be safe, clubs/bars

Minors DNI :)

First Time- Heads will Roll, Yeah Yeah Yeah's

Eli had more friends than Thrawn did at the academy, Thrawn knew this and Eli denied it. Eli enjoyed ocassionally going out with said other friends- particuarly on the weekends. While Thrawn had been in these sorts of scenes in the past, he didn't actively seek them out. Nevertheless, Eli- being Eli, manages to convince Thrawn out for a night.

It was mid-fall on the city planet, and the air was comfortably cool with a crisp breeze that would sweep through to cause a chill to run down the spine.

When Eli had dragged Thrawn out of their quarters, it was just past sundown and the world was painted in a blue glow- the kind that makes you slow down to take it all in.

Eli had dressed in a set of civilian clothes- slightly fitted blue jeans, chelsea boots, a short sleeve button up. This was unlike anything Thrawn had ever seen him in and he silently thought to himself that he looked good.

Entering the club, the atmospheric change was one that Thrawn could feel with every one of his senses.

The temperature became warm and fuzzy, loud music and chatter clouded the room, the smell of high-end fragrances and booze was heavy in the air. There were all sorts of species- none like Thrawn, of course- but the variety could allow him to blend in ever so slightly easier.

A pair of waving humans caugh Eli's attention, who grabbed the cuff of Thrawns sleeve to pull him through the crowd behind the tan skinned human.

The trio chattered while Thrawn continued to observe his surroundings, the way that the group of Twi'leks in the corner danced on each other, the bartender mixing fantastical looking beverages to serve to the seemingly intoxicated group next to them.

His eyes continued to scan over the dancing strangers, all huddled in close and moving to the beat of the-

"Thrawn".

Snapping back to the moment, Thrawn was meeted with a sickeningly sweet smile from Eli, and the curious eyes of the two that were known as "his friends".

It took only a few seconds for it to dawn onto Thrawn that he was being introduced. He quickly put up a polite smile, "pleasant to meet you both".

Eli's smile grew a little bigger.

Thrawn lifted the glass once again, taking down the amber liquid. Eli's friends lingered for about an hour before dissapearing on the dance floor, leaving Thrawn and Eli at the bar.

Not much had been said between the two in the 20 minutes they had been alone, excpet for Eli offering Thrawn different drink options. He settled on simply ordering two of anything he got, and Thrawn was silently grateful.

Eli placed his empty glass down on the counter with slightly more force than before, prompting Thrawn to look his way.

"My apologies if I have bored you, Cadet Vanto."

Eli responded with a tight lipped smile, too polite to say anything, especially since he had been the one to drag Thrawn out. He then flagged down the bartender, and soon after three small glasses of clear liquid were placed in front of the two.

One was pushed by Eli in front of Thrawn, the other two he dragged towards himself.

Picking up one of the glasses, he raised it up, brought it back down to tap the counter, and then took it in one go- his head tilting back.

He followed with the second one, and waited for Thrawn to follow suite.

After a few moments of Thrawn just looking at Eli, the later eventually got the memo and took the third shot down.

The music faded into a song higher in volume and intensity.

"Dripping with Alchemy, shiver stop shivvering"

With a quick smirk, a "wish me luck", Eli winked at Thrawn and made his way out towards the group of people. Thrawn watched with fascination at how he naviagted the large mass, eventually ending next to a young female twi'lek.

Thrawn sat with his hands folded on the counter, watching his aide and the stranger he had found.

"off off with your head, dance dance till youre dead"

Eli was positioned behind the twi'lek, skin pressed to skin as his top was now completely unbuttoned.

He ran his hands up and down the twi'lek, painting a masterpiece with his movements. Their hips pressed into each other and swayed with the grooves of the music.

Thrawn had always found his aide captivating, but never like, well like this. His movements were intoxicating, and Thrawn couldn't pry himself away from watching.

The twi'lek spun around, kissing Eli's neck, encouraging him to throw his head back, a small amount of sweat accumulating along his hairline.

Mouth slightly agape and smiling, his eyes closed. He continued to trace her body as she kissed up and down his neck.

As she moved away to spin back around to keep grinding against him- Eli opened his eyes to meet Thrawns, giving him a hazy, drunken smile before putting his attention back to his partner.

Thrawn left shortly after he witnessed this interaction of Eli and the twi'lek, with a strange feeling that he was unsure of. He wasn't sad, or upset, but it was something peculiar. He brushed it off on his walk back to their room.

When Eli didn't return until the next morning with purple marks scattered on his neck and chest, Thrawn determined that this feeling was an unpleasant one.

Second Time: Love it if we made it, The 1975

A few months after the Club Incident, Thrawn encountered Eli's music endevours a second time.

Thrawn followed a strict schedule- usually down to the minute. When he goes on his runs after his and Eli's workout sessions, Eli usually heads back to their room to do whatever.

Today though, Thrawn started to develop a headache shortly into the run and he decided to call it quits early.

Usually Eli has this 2ish hours to himself, where he can exist in his own space without any fear of judgement or questioning from his chiss roommate.

It usually starts with a shower to wash off the sweat.

When Thrawn entered their room unexpectedly early, he was met with an absense of Eli in the main area, the shower running, the refresher door open, and some decently loud music playing.

The music was familiar, as he had heard bits of it when Eli had his headphones up too high. This was different though- now he could hear all the words of the song.

"Start with misdemeanors and we'll make a business out of them

And we can find out the information access all the applications

That are hardening positions based on miscommunication"

Along with the sounds of the band and the singer, was a mumbly sounding fog overtop of it all.

Thrawn stopped outside the fresher, listening to the music and mumbly sounds trying to figure out what was happening in there.

Was Eli working through some issue? Talking it outloud to help organize his thoughts? It was a sound that was definitely coming from Eli- Thrawn just could not decipher what he was mumbling about.

"And poison me, daddy, I've got the Jones right through my bones"

Thrawn listened closely the words, trying to find a meaning of them that could make sense as to why Eli would enjoy it.

What parts of this did he resonate with? Which chords hit home to him?

Thrawn moved to sit on his bunk, the music still loud and clear as he continued to think through how this song would relate to Eli.

The next bit of the song seemed to clarify this a little more.

"The war has been incited, and guess what? You're all invited

And you're famous, modernity has failed us"

Eli seemed to sing this bit a little louder, growing up to the chorus where he sang it clear and bodly, the syllables punching off his tongue, pitches gliding from his throat with ease.

He was surprisingly good, really good. Thrawn listened now simply for the enjoyment of getting to hear Eli.

"And I'd love it, if we, made it."

"I'd love it if we made it"

It dawns on Thrawn that the mumbly sounds that he initally heard was Eli singing along, just much much quieter with less confidence.

As soon as the song ended, the shower turned off as if Eli had been waiting to get out until the tune had finished.

A few moments later, Eli strolled out of the fresher, his skin still damp, hair dropping water onto his chest, a blue towel wrapped around his hips showing off his impressive muscular build and v-cut.

In his hands he held a datapad, Thrawn assumed thats what he had been playing the music from.

"It was an honor to get to hear you, why didn't you show me your talent sooner?" Thrawn expressed his content with being able to hear his aide.

Eli jumped slightly, not expecting Thrawn to be back. He quickly grabbed the towel as an extra security it wouldn't fall, tossed the datapad onto his desk, and adjusted his posture a bit.

Thrawn could see warmth spreading across his face quickly, and he assumed that the man was embarassed to have been caught.

He attmepted to cover his embarassment, "Sorry sir, I didn't know that you had returned, I would have turned it off if I knew"

Thrawn tilted his head as he eyed up Eli, confused by his response "There would have been no need, cadet Vanto, like I expressed, you have a lovely voice. I do not mind"

Eli gave an embarassed smile in return, quickly grabbed a pair of sweats and a t shirt, and vanished back into the fresher-shutting the door this time.

Thrawn had hoped that he could hear his aide sing again sometime, it would be nice to see him in the open and unafraid. This way Thrawn would have been able to see how the music affects him as a whole, rather than just guessing what the meaning was to him.

He opened his data pad again to read up on some studies, a warm feeling inside him that he couldn't comprehend.

[chomfoolery]

woahhh i wrote somethinggg

uhm if u like blatantly self-indulgent hurt/comfort and silly little autistic people, consider checking it out ..? i would love any feedback bc im. not used to sharing my work LMAOOO <33 okkkkkk have a great day ^_^

@ahoy-aoi hey girl look i put your girl in situations

[marloray]

NABCABL ~ {2: The Luthier Upstairs}

TUESDAY, JUNE 6, 1911

When Marly woke up, she got to work quickly. She cleaned around the apartment room, and she finished the majority of her chores. The Burmese then scraped up all of her money that she could find, and awaited for her parents to wake up. It was a Tuesday, so she knew that her father had already gone off to work, but she knew that her mother would wake up soon.

When Mrs. Divata walked into the main area of their apartment room, Marly smiled, already having changed and was now wide awake.

“Goodmorning, Mom!” Marly meowed. Mrs. Divata turned her head to look in Marly’s direction, a groggy smile set on the molly’s face. Marly’s mother padded over to the kitchen table, pouring herself a cup of coffee. Marly walked over to her mom as the coffee was poured. The young Burmese’s nose scrunched up ever so slightly, as she was never a big fan of coffee, or the smell of it. When Mrs. Divata finished pouring her coffee, Marly began to speak.

“So, I was thinking that I could get the cello fixed sometime soon, perhaps today?” Marly mewed, fidgeting with her fingers. Mrs. Divata thought for a moment, taking a sip of her coffee, before responding.

“Hm. Well, dad is off and work, and I need to stay home and take care of your siblings,” After another sip, Mrs. Divata continued, “How about you visit more neighbors, and I’ll think about it? We don’t even know if there’s anyone in the area who would know how to fix a cello, nevertheless someone who would take a job from a Filipino,” Her mother sighed, and so did Marly. She knew a little bit about the whole Asian immigration limitation by the law, but she didn’t know all that much about it. So, the Burmese just smiled at her mother, heading towards the door of their tenement room.

“Alrighty then!” Marly chirped, slipping on her shoes, then her cello case, “Today I’ll check out the upstairs neighbors,” The Burmese opened the door, waving goodbye to her mom.

“Bye, love you!” Mrs. Divata called out to her daughter.

“Love you too!” Marly chirped, before closing the door, a warm smile on her face. Marly stood out in the hallway of the tenement for a while, before softly skittering to the staircase. She adjusted the strap on her cello case, making sure it would stay on her back, before climbing the staircase, muttering to herself.

“One day I may as well end up tripping on this thing, then falling to my death, and my cello’s,” Marly mewed jokingly. Staircases were a bit of a challenge for the cellist and the bassist, whose instruments were either around their height, the same height as they were, or taller. For Marly, her cello, when in it’s case, went about to her shoulder when she and the case were both standing upright. Marly’s footsteps were quiet, despite the fact that she was lugging around a large wooden instrument. Soon the Burmese reached the next floor, and Marly thought it would be funny if she found the room that was right above her’s. So she counted the rooms, until she reached the ninth one. Marly took a deep breath, before knocking on the door softly.

For a few seconds, Marly was unsure if someone would answer, as there were no distinct noises of moving behind the door. But as a click could be heard as the door opened, her ears perked up. The young Burmese was greeted by an elderly cat, who started at Marly with a warm gaze. The tom-cat opened the door fully, revealing a well groomed pelt that fluffed up around his neck, almost like a boa feather drape.

“Goodmorning, young musician,” He meowed calmly, looking down at Marly. Marly smiled, and glanced at his right eye, which was a blank light blue. He was blind in that eye, it seemed. Marly smiled at her neighbor, his greeting was quite the unique one at that.

“Hello!” Marly chirped, “How are you?” She mewed. Most people would have her play something for them or have her let them touch her cello before deciding that she was a musician. This was the first time the Burmese has met someone who notices it how it is.

“I’m doing well, how are you, little one?” The tom-cat replies, “Would you like to come inside, it's probably better than standing out in the hallway,” He opened his door fully, gesturing for the cellist to step in. Marly nodded her head as she walked into his tenement room.

“I’m good, thank you,” She responded politely as she looked around. It was clear that this tenement had been in use for a while, and it's been taken good care of. The decoration was very cozy and warm, but a different warmth, unlike the summer heat. More so the type of warmth like that of a warm hug. The lights were dim, but were still bright enough that one could concentrate to do work. The tom-cat closed the door, looking over at Marly.

“You may call me Archie,” Archie meowed, smiling at Marly. The Burmese nodded her head as another cat approached them. She was a female manx cat, with a smaller build and small ears to go along with it. She was kind looking, and it was clear that she was quite the spunky one when she was younger. As she got closer to Marly, Archie went over to stand by his wife.

“I’m Della,” the manx molly mewed, giving Marly a kind smile.

When Marly looked closer, her ears perked up and her eyes widened as she noticed how Della’s left eye exhibited the same foggy blueness that Archie’s right eye had. Both cats had one seeing eye, along with one blind eye. Marly smiled as she glanced from cat to cat, though she didn’t mention it. They were like two halves of a whole, in this sense.

“Nice to meet you all!” Marly chirped, “Marly Divata,” The Burmese introduced herself. Archie smiled as Della spoke.

“Marly Divata…” She meowed, as if trying Marly’s name out, “The cellist?” Della asked with a small grin on her face. Marly’s ears perked up when she said that. It sounded like a nice title, one fit for her.

“Yes, the cellist!” Marly nodded her head, returning Della’s grin. Archie chuckled as he listened in, and Della’s eyes lit up as she pointed to her husband.

“You already know that he’s Archie, but many people around her know him as The Luthier,” When Della said this, Marly tilted her head. A luthier, she’s sworn that she’s heard the word before, but she wasn’t sure what it meant or where it came from.

“To put it more simply,” Archie piped up, “An instrument mender,” He held his arm up, motioning to a nearby wall. The lighting along this wall was different compared to the rest of the tenement room. It was brighter, as if this was the place’s main attraction, the spotlight. There were a lot of objects in this specific part, making it look cluttered from afar. Marly’s eyes widened as a smile crossed her face as she took it all in.

It was a workspace, that much was clear. With a large wooden desk, built to hold tools along one of the sides. The wall space above the desk held even more tools, spanning from wood files, hand saws of all sizes, clamps, sharpening tools, a lot of things often used for wood work. There were also several types of glue, the ones perfect for the repair of wooden instruments. Even glue for fixing a snapped bow. The array of materials placed in this work space were clearly Archie’s work, each thing picked out, preened, and placed in the place that would make it most useful to the luthier.

A luthier…someone who fixed broken instruments. This was perfect for the cellist! Marly quickly turned back to Archie and Della, slipping off her cello case as she spoke quickly.

“Oh my!” She started, “I didn’t know that a luthier is what an instrument mender is called, but I really need one right now,” Marly unzipped her cello case, gingerly showing them the crack at the top. “It’s not fatal at the moment, but I’ve heard that if they’re not fixed in a certain amount of time it gets worse. And my family isn’t sure where we could find a mender, or one that would take a job from us-” Marly stopped here, not wanting to mention heritage, before continuing after taking a deep breath, as she was out of breath from speaking fast. “And the neighbor next door doesn’t like asymmetry and the crack makes my cello like that and I needa get it fixed,”

After her rambling, Archie and Della looked at one another, before Archie chuckled softly. He held out his paw to Marly, motioning that he wanted to see her cello. Marly handed it over gingerly, and Archie took it, holding it by the neck, his paw just under the scroll.

"Well, it's just a small crack, I can probably get it fixed in three days," The tom-cat smiled.

Marly's eyes lit up as she smiled back, "Thank you!" She mewed, before quickly digging into her pocket, pulling out a small wad of money, along with some coins. It wasn't much, most of it was collected via playing out on the streets for fun. The Burmese waved it at Archie, wanting for him to take it. Archie stared at the money for a while, before reaching a furred paw out. As he did, Della looked like she was about to speak up, but her husband flicked his tail, so she hushed. Archie soon grabbed the money, sorting through it. As he held a few coins in one paw, Archie also held the minor wad in the other paw.

The elderly tom continued to hold the coins in his paw, but he held out the rest of the money back out to Marly. The Burmese tilted her head as she stared at the money in Archie’s paw. Why would he be holding it out to her? The total amount of money that she handed him wasn’t even enough to cover the actual cost of one full repair! Marly tentatively shook her head.

“Nuh-uh,” She mewed, “It’s for you, and Della,” She meekly whispered. Archie simply smiled.

“Take it. What I’m getting, these coins, are enough to pay for food for this week,” He pushed the money to Marly’s paw gently, and she grasped it, a small smile on her face.

“Thank you,” The Burmese mewed softly. Marly knew that the money she had wasn’t even enough to pay for a small repair, so Archie taking only a portion of the offered amount puzzled Marly, but she was grateful.

Archie, who was still holding Marly’s cello, motioned Marly over to his apartment room window. The young Burmese followed, and as she peered down the window. From the window, one could see the outside world, and that included the tenement building next to Marly’s. Said building, was the one that contained the Hellers.

“I was there yesterday!” Marly squeaked when she saw the building. Archie chuckled softly as he lay Marly’s cello down on the ground near his desk, before him and his wife joined Marly, all three of them peering down at the neighboring building.

“That’s right,” Della replied, “I remember me and Archie were talking over tea, and we spotted a small figure lugging around something almost as big as they were,” Both of the elder felines chuckled as Della said that.

“And you knocked on the door of the Heller House,” Archie meowed, “And they let you right in,”

“It's not often we see someone approach the Heller House, so it's nice to see someone going there for once,” Della put a paw on her hip.

“Oh, really?” Marly mewed, breaking her gaze from the window to look at Archie and Della.

Archie nodded his head, “Do us a favor, okay, Cellist?”

Marly grinned. A possible nickname, and one that fit like a pair of warm mittens. “Of course!” She chirped, “What is it?”

“It's not hard,” Della assured her, “We’re not going to make you go on some across-the-States journey,” They all laughed at that, and as the laughter ceased, Archie spoke up again.

“Just go over there, and befriend those Hellers. Like we said, it's been a while since we’ve seen someone go over there, and it would be nice to see those kittens being out and about with other's, alright?” He smiled softly.

Marly nodded her head, “I can do that,” she meowed.

“Good!” Della grinned, “Now, would you like some apple juice? We just restocked on it,”

Marly nodded her head once more, “That would be swell!” She mewed. The elderly molly smiled as she left to bring in beverages, and the three would discuss music theory, over a nice cup of apple juice.

So the little cellist now had a mission. One that she was happy to do. Befriend the Hellers. To be honest, Marly didn't need to be told to do something such as this. She would love this mission immensely. Though she did see a challenge in befriending Mordecai, that made it all the more fun for the Burmese.

[godaweful]

hi, i came across your webweaving post and really love the "the little god inside me" part - is this your own writing/is it published anywhere? would love to read more if so!

hi hello thank you!! little god is my own piece and it is yet to be published anywhere cause it is. aaah! but perhaps ill post more here eventually!!! thank you though for the kind words!!

[junglemax]

kyle o’reilly and hook talk about their uncles while waiting to be picked up.

[drabble]

Kyle skips along the path up until he makes it to Hook’s side, where he plops down next to him. “Hi, Hook!”

Hook nods at him. He holds his backpack a little tighter in his arms.

“Who’s picking you up today?” Kyle asks.

“My uncle Joe,” Hook responds.

“Ooh, I don’t think I’ve seen your uncle before. That’s funny though, because my uncle Mark is picking me up today! I love hanging out with him, he’s crazy, but it’s funny. It’s his birthday this weekend, so we’re celebrating at his house. He’s got a pool, and some four wheelers. And we’re probably gonna shoot fireworks too! It’ll be like the Fourth of July! We’re gonna be eating a lot of fish that he caught. So, he’s picking me up today so I can help get ready for this weekend! What about you? Why’s your uncle picking you up today?”

“Dad and mom had to go somewhere for the weekend.”

“And you couldn’t go?”

Hook shakes his head.

“Huh. Well, what’s your uncle like?”

Hook thinks about it for a moment. “He’s big. And teaches me how to wrestle.”

Kyle gasps and his eyes go wide. “Your uncle teaches you how to wrestle? That’s so cool! I wanna learn! Can I come over someday so he can teach me? Maybe I can ask my uncle to teach me, or bring me over to your uncles house. Maybe our uncles can hang out and be friends too!”

Hook shrugs. “Maybe.”

The car line is two lanes, and just their luck, both of their uncles are side by side.

“My uncle’s here! Uncle Mark!” Kyle shouts and waves before getting up.

Hook gets up too. “My uncle is right next to yours.” He walks on over.

“Bye, Hook! I’ll talk to you on Monday! Teach me what you learn!” Kyle waves and gets into his car.

Hook waves back and gets in his car.

Joe smiles as Hook tosses his backpack in the back seat. “Hey, champ. That a friend of yours?”

“I guess,” Hook mumbles.

“You guess? What’s that supposed to mean?” Hook shrugs, and Joe rolls his eyes. “You’re such a weird kid. So quiet, unlike your dad.”

Meanwhile Kyle is talking up a storm in his car. “-and I said, well maybe your uncle can teach me some wrestling stuff, and he said maybe! Isn’t that so cool? Do you know any wrestling moves? Could you teach me some if you do? Please?”

“Do I?” Mark asks, and laughs. “Boy, I’ll have you twisted five ways to Sunday when we get home. I’ll teach you how to be the best of the best if you want!”

“Yes!” Kyle high-fives his uncle. “This is gonna be the best weekend ever!”

[salamandergoo]

Please enjoy Steve humping Eddie’s thigh after getting pinned to the wall in the boathouse 🥰

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[arson-jellyfish69]

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[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[balrogballs]

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would rightfully put me into a blender and press the button if i go and out myself as "balrogballs") and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

[write-on-world]