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[marjoriecliss]

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[gallusrostromegalus]

Hi Gallus, I'm doing some worldbuilding and you seem like you could be connected enough for me to find an answer to the problem of dwarven agriculture. Many problems are created by the requirement of no sunlight, as even the common response of mushrooms still need light to break down decomposing matter as a primary energy source. Currently, we're thinking that they use a special type of mushroom that breaks down rocks in an energy-producing reaction, giving them enough energy to absorb nutrients and grow - this would serve a second purpose in explaining why building a massive hollowed-out mountain fortress doesn't produce an equally large amount of gravel.

Any thoughts? We're grasping at straws kinda lol

Well, some thoughts:

There's plenty of cave systems (especially Karst Systems) that are at least partially open to Sunlight- especially the kind that have rivers running through them, which is something else that's really helpful for agriculture.

For Example: This Cool AF Sinkhole cave in china that has an entire Forest in it

Now There's a view to put outside the city Gates!

Karst specifically is a landscape where underground rivers hollow out the limestone underground and then the cave roofs fall in. This kind of landscape answers your gravel question nicely: the hollowed out mountain does produce an equal amount of gravel, but the gravel turns up as the sandy banks of the river system hundreds of miles away.

So, there's your sunlight that can be used directly, or reflected or magically transferred deeper into the cave system.

Or they just put more holes in the roof! Unless your dwarves are also vampires, there's no reason for them to not hollow out a few Skylights into the mountain too.

But let's talk some other cave ecology and agriculture!

For starters, your dwarves could be sitting on top of a literal gold mine that would allow them to trade for a lot of needed materials and crops.

And by gold mine, I mean Salt Mine.

Historically, salt comes out of hollowed-out mountains and is worth more than gold.

Also something the humans have historically fought a bunch of wars over, so there's some free political tensions if you needed that!

I can also mean the possible fucking enormous piles of bat guano that accumulates in Karst caves, which is the world's most insanely good fertilizer, and ALSO something that has been worth more than it's weight in gold.

Speaking of Gold, another thing that often lives in sinkhole caves in abundance is BEES. turns out, limestone stalactites are a terrific place to build a hive that is difficult for predators to reach, stays dry and the stone substrate means the hives can reach many tons in weight before they start having structural issues. That sweet, sweet insect-derived liquid gold is already important to Dwarves in a lot of folklore- it's really hard to have a Traditional Dwarven Mead Hall without the honey to make the mead, you know?

So you got your mushrooms, you got your sunlight-grown sinkhole crops, you got your traded goods and you got your source of alcohol- the only thing really missing from an ancient food pyramid here is a staple carbohydrate. To that end, may I propose our good Peruvian Friend: The Potato.

Grain crops aren't actually all that nutritious and were kept around in ancient societies more as legal tender that kept the peasants busy, because wheat or rice takes months to grow, an enormous amount of labor to harvest, and wheat also needs to be milled before it can be turned into food- all enormously time-consuming processes that keep peasants busy and easy to rule tyranically over.

Potatoes though? Pop one in the ground in spring and you can dig up fingerlings all summer, and if you make potato towers, you can harvest up to 40lbs of delicious, easy-to-prepare-and-store carb out of a single plant- a real space-saver for the limited sinkhole skyspace.

If your dwarves have cheese, the potato makes even more sense, because Potato+dairy is the easiest, most nutritionally complete survival food there is.

Finally, consider: Dwarven Vodka.

This post is open for anyone to comment suggestions on, but that's my take: put your dwarves in a Karst-sinkhole cave system, give them a highly in demand resource like salt or guano, bees, and taters. Boom. Whole agriculture, economy and political scheme starters.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Sunshine!reader, who gets told that she talks too much and remus tells the person to stfu and tell her to continue her small fact.

this is so real and so very remus!!!

you and remus are at a party that's been pretty shitty so far. sirius had decided to throw a spring party, but he grossly overestimated the probability of the english weather actually being good.

now, everyone was in his living room snacking on cucumber sandwiches, bowls of strawberries and cream and the biscuits he'd set out, while the rain beats down on his roof.

you on the other hand, were snuggled up to remus, legs over his thighs as his fingers fiddle with your frill trimmed socks.

"rem," you start softly, head resting on his chest as you remember something you'd wanted to tell him weeks ago.

he turns to you, a chocolate digestive in hand. "you wan'a bite?" you take a nibble and then say,

"wanna tell you about something."

he nods, sandy hair falling in his eyes before he pushes them back.

"did you know that in 2006 NASA got their first clear picture of pluto?" you'd been sitting on the fact for far too long.

"really?" remus watches your eyes brighten at his surprise.

"mhm," you hum, twisting to face him a little better before continuing, "that's when they noticed it had a heart on it too! a scientist, tombagh regio discovered it and that's the heart's name now."

before you can carry on, someone cuts you off with a sharp, "shut up."

remus watches you deflate into him and bends just far enough for his palm to make contact with the back of the man's head. "mind your business, she wasn't talking to you, was she?"

he turns back to you and offers you the last of his digestive, "carry on dove, what else do you know about pluto's heart?"

"well," you start shyly, but remus' genuine intrigue fights the bashfulness away fast and you spend the rest of the evening educating him and james who's now leant over about everything you know about pluto.

[voidsentprinces]

Had a couple of people come in my work yesterday and they were in a middle of a conversation, dressed up for Halloween parties. And a girl of the group was like: Too bad October is over so soon. I'd love to wear the black eye shadow and lip stick year round.

Like...girl. Consider: Goth.

Its not just October and Halloween. Its year around. Think of all the possibilities. Being the Goth through the seasons.

A Goth in Spring? Life rebirthed! Bees buzzing, flowers blooming, allergies killing everyone, birds are singing, the sun is high, the wind is breezy and there you are...the singular patch of darkness in and otherwise glowing pastel world. The decrepit and abandoned farm that sits at the edge of the forest. No ones been there in years. Planets, insect, and animal now have taken it over. No one knew what happen to the family. Their equipment still out in the now overgrown grassy fields. A wooden front porch...rocking chairs now fallen apart. Dust settling on the roof tops. No more lights inside. No one goes inside. They all just up and vanished one night. Neighbor swore they heard gunfire at 3 in the morning. Went over to check on them. Neither hide nor hair remained. No clothing or personal effects. Car still in the drive way. Now just gone. A haunting memory in an otherwise luscious grove. Sometimes the neighbor swears, he still sees one of the kids watching them at the edge of the forest...but no one ever goes there anymore. Not since the birds stopped nesting there.

Anyway, a Goth in Summer! BRIGHT HEATED DAYS! The sandy beach and there you are...a inked blotch on the tanned ground. The cave at the cove. Dark and cool in the face of the unyielding heat of the season. Children run by and dare each other to walk up to you. But none have the courage.

Goth in Autumn! I mean COME ON! TIS THE SEASON! Yellow and orange cling on but the purple, green, blacks, and whites are now in fashion. You can be the year round Goth. YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE THE FASHION OF THE SEASON! EVERY SEASON but PARTICULARLY AUTUMN!

Winter. The nights grow long. The snow raises up. And you are now the darkness that engulfs everything. The world is your oyster. You rule these lands.

So yeah, girl you're missing out. Be goth year around. Wear dat black lipstick and...black eye--wait isn't all eye shadow basically always black?

[potatoobsessed999]

Trick or treat!

Happy Halloween! Have a complete draft of an appropriately ghostly fic that I didn't realize was a complete draft till I went looking for something to answer this with!

The tarn is mirror-smooth and starless. Andreth gathers her skirts up in one hand and lowers herself gingerly to sit on the bank. She falls the last few inches with a thump that takes the breath out of her. The tarn listens to her gasping; her heart pounds in her chest. Everything else is silent.

It occurs to her that she may not be able to stand up again. She decides not to let it trouble her.

Slowly her harsh breaths gentle. She takes steady draughts of air, tasting the night on her tongue. Always now the world has the flavor of smoke, but by Aeluin’s waters it is not so bad as it is elsewhere. She could almost make herself believe she can taste some remnant of the spring breeze from that long-ago evening – the sweetness, the life on the air.

The grasses beneath her are dry; they prick her ankles through their thin, worn stockings. She decides not to let it trouble her.

No loons call across the waters tonight; no crickets sing in the reeds by the shore. Are they dead, she wonders, or only frightened into hiding? The birds may have fled away southward, where perhaps the flames have not yet reached. The insects can have made no such escape. They belong to this place; its life and its death are binding on them.

Her breath, her heartbeat, are all that stir in the night.

The tarn’s roof of sky sags low upon the pillars of the trees. If this were that night, that night of sweet breeze and sweeter singing, then the stars would glimmer beneath the surface of the water like lost jewels. She would see her own face in the water, her black hair a shadow against the night, and beside it she would see another. He had said there was a star caught in her hair.

The sky hangs low, weighed down by smoke.

Andreth digs her fingers violently into the soft earth beneath her, blunting her nails against pebbles in the sandy soil. She jerks up her chin, more suddenly than her old bones make it wise to move, and stares wide-eyed and desperate over the empty tarn. Her breath is in her ears, hoarse and thickened with smoke. She strains her eyes in searching; she strains them at nothing, nothing. No echo, no memory.

“Aegnor!” she cries out, once only, as sharp and forlorn as the calls of the vanished loons.

Her voice rings out over the tarn; she fancies that it leaves the night-black water troubled in its wake. But the ripples smooth in a moment – if they were ever there. No one calls out to her in answer, neither bird nor beast nor orc nor Man nor Elf. The world is as still as the mirror of the water, and the mirror is clouded over with the smoke of the sky.

Andreth sinks back slowly against the slope of the bank. She rests her head among the dried and broken grasses. She shuts her eyes.

*

She wakes in the gray-lit hour before sunrise, and he is there.

She does not know him at first. He is a shadow, a wavering gleam at the edge of the water, faint as a half-remembered flame. She watches him idly, eyes half-open, not yet awake enough to wonder what it is that she is observing. Then – slowly, it seems, and yet all at once, with no warning – she sees his face.

She screams. It is a terrible thing in that moment, seeing him, when she knows he is gone and she will not meet him again in any world. He flickers in the sound of her voice as in a gust of wind; then, his red glow strengthening, he turns to look at her. For a moment, only a moment, he grows still as a painted flame; then with a roar like wildfire he rushes toward her.

“Andreth,” he crackles, and she is in his arms. He lifts her from the bank of the tarn. His closeness sears her skin; she hears her hair catch with the fire of him, smells it scorching as it curls and blackens in his heat. She hisses with the pain and holds him harder, tighter. He burns all around her. She buries her face in his shoulder and sobs. Here is she, ash-pale, wrinkled and weary, and here is he, a naked flame –

“Andreth,” he murmurs into her blackening hair. “Andreth.”

“Aegnor,” she whispers. “Why hast thou returned?”

“How could I leave thee?” he says. “Ai, Andreth!”

“Thy brother said –”

“My brother.” He scoffs. “What is my brother to me? Thou, Andreth –”

She frowns into his shoulder.

He seems to feel it. “I love him,” he amends. “But as I love thee? Andreth, he is chaff before thy flame.”

“Nay!” She shakes her head against him. “Thou art the flame. But, Aegnor –” she lifts her head to look into his searing face – “thou didst not used to speak so.”

“I am dead,” he answers her, and she shivers. “There is nothing left in me that may dissemble. I am thine, Andreth; I returned for thee and no other. Know that, and do not wonder.”

She feels the certainty settle into her bones as he says it. Once more she buries her face in his shoulder, and for a time she allows herself to feel that she is a young woman, dark-haired and strong, held by a living Elf whose fire is in his eyes. But his touch still burns her.

“Andreth,” he says after a while. “Andreth, why art thou here alone? What has become of thy people?”

“My people are well,” she answers at once, and then laughs bitterly at herself. “As well as anyone may be in these days! They have not perished, and I must content myself with that.”

“Then why art thou not with them?” he asks. “When I sought thee here I did not think to find thee alone.”

She laughs again. “Ai, Aegnor! Once I told thy brother I would not run after thee when I was old, to weary thee. And now behold me.” She steps back, fighting the clinging fire of his grasp. A moment passes, two moments, three – then he unwinds his arms from about her shoulders. She stumbles, hardly catches herself. A third time she laughs, breathless, and she gestures at herself, her shriveled face, her tottering legs. “What am I that I should run after my people, when they must run fast and far? What would I be to them but a burden, and perhaps death? I have been of great use to them in my time, but a wisewoman now is not what they need. They will be safer without me.”

“Nevertheless,” he says, “I know they would keep thee.”

Again she laughs. She has not laughed so much in a long time as she has done tonight, but it is no relief to her. “This I know!” she says. “And I withdraw, and I do not take what lies to my hand – adaneth I am!”

“Wouldst turn my words back upon me?” he says, dangerously soft.

Andreth raises her brows. “Were those words thine? Thy brother did not say so.”

“Did he not?” He shakes his head. “Nonetheless they were mine. Do not use them against me! I tell thee thy people grieve thee, and they would have thee back. Let me bring thee to them – let me see thee safe.”

“It is too late,” Andreth says, and feels something heavy burn in her chest. It is not altogether an unhappy pain. “Emeldir said she would tarry for none. I know her, and I know she spoke the truth. They have gone. They are safe.”

He is silent for a moment. The ember-glow pulses in his face. Andreth watches him. He is more beautiful now than he was the day she met him, she thinks, and that – that is a thorn in her heart. She sags where she stands, feeling the soft sand shift underfoot. She is weary; soon she will stumble and fall. He may catch her, or he may not. She makes no move to steady herself.

“Then,” he says at last, softly. “If thou art abandoned. If none now seeks thee. If none waits for thee – none but me –”

He reaches for her, but not because he sees her tottering. It is a possessive hand that grasps hers, raises it to fiery lips. She closes her eyes and tries to be glad of the burn.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs.

She knows what he is asking. She wishes she did not. Or no – she wishes he were not asking it, that they were not here, now, with her white hair and shaking legs and hammering heart. She wishes she were young again, and he alive, and the stars scattered among the waters. But she can have none of that, so there is no use in wishing.

“Stay,” he says again, his lips like hot embers against the back of her hand.

“If I were elleth and not adaneth,” she answers, “perhaps I could look at you and know whether or no you were Aegnor that I loved.”

He lifts his mouth from her hand, raises his gaze to hers. His eyes burn with some fierce emotion, but what it is she cannot say.

“I hope,” she tells him, “that you are not he.”

“Andreth,” he says. “Andreth, I –”

“Nay!” she cries. “Do not speak. For if thou art my love then thou art held in thralldom, and I cannot aid thee. And if you are not he –” now she draws back, heedless of the uncertain footing – “if you are not he, then you would use his face against me, my love for him, his love for me! You would use it to snare me in a lie, to cause me to bind myself willingly in the fetters of the Enemy and serve him beyond death, beyond all passage of time, until perhaps my spirit is burned so low that nothing can rekindle it, nay, not the remaking of Arda – ai, Aegnor! Moths should indeed pity candles – if you are he!”

She is gasping for breath by the time she finishes speaking. He regards her in open-mouthed silence for a few moments; then, just as she sways and begins to collapse, he catches her hands and drags her upright again. “Andreth!” he cries, as her fingers begin to blister. “Andreth, I beg thee, stay with me! Do not leave me to suffer here alone!”

“Thou art not he!” she screams back. “He would not ask me to suffer for his sake! He did not ask! I begged, and he turned away! Thou art not Aegnor!”

[waltwhitmansbeard]

y'all had to have seen this coming after the most recent 4sd

Vax can't keep up with Keyleth's schedule these days, but honestly, he doesn't even try. Ever since he and Vex left Syngorn, he's had so little time to stop moving, stop running, stop thinking, and he's more than content to spend these day being the Voice of the Tempest's trophy boyfriend, the new guy in town who helps out when he can and tries his best to stay out of everyone's way. Zephrah thrives under Keyleth's leadership, though she'd like nothing more than to give her father all the credit, and Vax isn't going to insert himself into a well-oiled machine when he isn't needed.

So most of his days are spent walking around, talking to their neighbors, joining the Blades on their exercises, using his god-given wings to help patch roofs and harvest fruit from the tallest branches in the orchard. It doesn't take long for him to learn everyone's names, calling out to familiar faces as he passes them by. This, he comes to realize, is community, family, home, and he knows that there is nowhere on Exandria he'd want to spend the rest of his days.

On a spring morning, when the cherry trees are in full bloom and the whistling winds have just lost that winter bite, he strides happily through the center of Zephrah, hands in his pockets, having just seen Keyleth off through a tree to a meeting with the Tal'dorei Council in Emon. He nods his hellos to the Zephrans starting their days, stopping to help an elderly air genasi man wrangle his three ornery goats, and turns down a little path he hasn't visited in a while. Within a few seconds, he's greeted by a half-strangled "NO—" and then a mischievous giggling. He turns toward the source, and there, in the front garden of a garden so small and picturesque it looks like it belongs on a postage stamp, is a frazzled-looking halfling woman, her sandy blonde hair falling out of a bun on the crown of her head and her apron askew. Her hands are on her hips as she glares up at the dogwood in front of her.

Vax follows her eyeline and spies a cherubic face peeking out between the green leaves and white blooms of the dogwood. "Is everything okay?"

She sighs. "My son, he's—he'll climb anything taller than he is, which, at four, is basically everything." She sucks in a deep breath, then hollers, "ORYM, DO NOT CLIMB DOWN ON YOUR OWN, DO YOU HEAR ME?"

The giggling continues. "I'm tall!"

The woman pinches the bridge of her nose with a long sigh, and Vax bites back a laugh. "Here, why don't you let me." It's nothing to whip out the Deathwalker's Ward's wings—he's glad he thought to wear it today, usually he doesn't unless he knows he'll be using it—and flies up the side of the tree. He pulls back the branches to spy a tiny halfing boy, who might come up to Vax's knee on his tiptoes, and meets the boy's grin with his own. "You made it pretty far up here, little man."

Orym nods, then sticks a thumb toward his own chest. "Good climber."

"Yeah you are." The branches are hell on the wings, but Vax manages to poke inside, just enough to reach a hand out toward the little boy. "How'd you like to go really high?"

Orym's eyes widen, and oh, Vax could get used to this, the wild wonder of children. It seems that Orym has only now noticed the feathery black wings protruding from Vax's back, and he nods eagerly, putting both of his hands into Vax's. Vax slowly extracts him from the branches of the tree, and then murmurs, "Can you hang on really tight?"

The little boy obediently wraps his arms around Vax's neck, and hell, he might be little, but the kid's got one hell of a grip. Vax calls down, "We'll be down in a minute!" And then he shoots up, climbing ten, twenty, fifty feet above the ground. Orym's delight is a breathless cackle in his ear, and Vax wants this, the joy and the discovery and the little hands clutching tight.

He only lingers up for a few moments, just long enough for Orym to see his hometown from an impossible angle, before gently swooping back down toward his mother. He lands and takes Orym by the ankle, delivering him giggling and upside-down to the woman. "I believe this is yours?"

She takes her son by the waist and sets him on her shoulders. "Thank you."

Orym tugs on the point of his mother's ear. "Did ya see, Mama? We went up!"

"I did." She pats his leg. "But no more up without permission, alright dear?"

"Yes, Mama," he replies obediently, but Vax knows that look of mischief in Orym's face, has seen it in his sister's far too many times to believe he won't be getting himself into all manner of predicaments for years to come.

Vax reaches up to ruffle the boy's hair, and then says, "Feet on the ground, little man." To the mother, he smiles and says, "Let me know if you need him extracted again. I'm happy to be on kid-retrieval duty."

"Thank you," she repeats, and then Vax watches her return to her cottage, Orym happily chattering in her ear about how thrilling it was to really fly. When the door is closed behind them and Vax is alone on this little path, he knows more clearly than ever before what he wants from this one wild, precious life—and he'll wait as long as it takes for Keyleth to be ready for it, too.

[marjoriecliss]

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[cleolinda]

The National Weather Service said Huntsville, Muscle Shoals, Birmingham and Tuscaloosa had record low maximum temperatures on Tuesday, Jan. 16.

The weather service in Birmingham said Birmingham’s high on Tuesday was 27 degrees, breaking the previous record in 1977 of 30.

We remain fine. Schools did close today (good; safer for my nephew). Pipes are good. Some of the plants we won't know about until they do or don't return in the spring. My mom had the heat cranked so high downstairs that I had to take a cool shower, so we're warm enough. Six-inch icicles are currently dropping from the roof as the ice melts off the deck. Roads are dry and clear (and sandy). Forecast is still ridiculously cold through the weekend but highs will be in the 30s and 40s (°F); rain will come in next Tuesday and it'll be in the 50s-60s. You needed to know this, I'm sure.

I'm not sure what's going on in north Alabama, where they got like half a foot of snow; I think some schools up there are closing or going virtual the rest of the week, per al.com.

[carlandrea]

You may think them wonderful, but I have seen a greater wonder in this land, more beautiful than any grove or glade that ever grew: my heart is still full of it.

Omg are we at. did we get to

'And I would give gold to be excused,' said Legolas; 'and double to be let out, if I strayed in!'

'You have not seen, so I forgive your jest,' said Gimli. 'But you speak like a fool

ehehhehe they're adorable

'And, Legolas, when the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah! then, Legolas, gems and crystals and veins of precious ore glint in the polished walls; and the light glows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of Queen Galadriel. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose, Legolas, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they spring up from many-coloured floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces! Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from dark pools covered with clear glass; cities, such as the mind of Durin could scarce have imagined in his sleep, stretch on through avenues and pillared courts, on into the dark recesses where no light can come. And plink! a silver drop falls, and the round wrinkles in the glass make all the towers bend and waver like weeds and corals in a grotto of the sea

This SPEECH is. Like i realize i copy pasted most of it. I wanted to pick one piece but i simply could not. the whole thing is. The way he keeps repeating Legolas's name. I am grabbing you by the shoulder and shaking you

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Rage Rising - Chapter 1 - A Grease Fic

Kenickie’s been antagonising Sandy for a while, but when something goes wrong in his personal life, it all comes to head with Danny.

Words: 3244

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The group sat around the fire, the embers flickering up away in the early spring breeze. Half hearted laughter blew away along with it as Sonny and Doody made an attempt at humour. Danny tried to make his reaction genuine, yet struggled, as their humour hadn’t evolved past elementary school and was starting to wear down his patience.

He tightened his arm around Sandy and smiled. The fire glowed on her skin, made the light blazing in her eyes intensify as her body shivered slightly in the cold. An instinct, a hidden one from years before when his Dad tried to teach him the ways of women, told him to take off his own jacket and place it around her, making her grin when he did.

She seemed more comfortable after a few months of being at Rydell, now the drama of her first getting here, the dance and the drive-in had settled he could see she was getting close with the group. Well, apart from Kenickie.

He knew why. The arrival of Sandy had changed everything they had and had been building up. Years of trust gone down the drain because of some unspoken rule that they couldn’t be friends while Danny was with her. 

They weren’t just friends, though. He remembered the nights spent by the racetrack watching the drivers train. The lights shone on his face the same it was on Sandy’s now, but he gave him butterflies as they kissed in silhouettes, she radiated comfort as he tried to bury the past.

A car rumbled along the dirt track, they weren't too far from the town but far enough out that the lights in houses were distant and the road petered out about half a mile away. 

Headlights lit up the trees, turned them from black to vibrant green before the car turned and stopped beside Danny's and Rizzo's. 

Danny knew that fresh paintwork, the shabby bumper and tired flat top roof. It was Grease Lightning. So, it was Kenickie.

He hadn't seen him much lately, all his time had gone into the car. Danny had helped of course, they were all helping, but it was always with the others. They didn't seem to be alone anymore. Every time Danny suggested anything, fixing the car, going to Frosty's or just hanging out, Kenickie'd shrug it off. 

Suddenly he could handle the car alone, wasn't hungry, like you needed to be hungry to go to Frosty's, or he'd just outright make some snide comment about Sandy needing him.

He thought he wasn't being obvious with how little he liked Sandy but he definitely was. His face had become scarce at group hangouts like this, ones where Sandy came. Even Rizzo was being more civil than him, and she could be a real bitch sometimes.

Kenickie lit a cigarette with his overdramatic lighter and slammed the door behind him. He scanned the group, his eyes landing on Danny before switching to Sandy, then back again. His hand lingered in his pocket as he put his lighter back, tension sprung tight in his jaw.

Sandy, being her usual naive self, waved at him. Her face dropped when he scowled. He dropped himself near Rizzo. The gang stopped in their antics, stared at him before he raised his hands and pulled out his cigarette.

"What?" He said.

"Nothing," Rizzo said, then added under her breath. "You're just the Jack Ripper of the mood that's all."

Kenickie must not have been fully paying attention, as he just scowled, again. He usually would spit something back at her, that was their strange dynamic when it came to flirting, yet, when he saw Rizzo's face, he wondered if they were fighting again.

She just rolled her eyes and turned to Sandy. Danny wouldn’t say they were friends, Rizzo would talk enough shit behind her back to make that known, but it had decreased of late. She was being civil a lot more, not directly antagonising her like she did at the start. Maybe Frenchie had talked to her, she was the only one who really seemed to be friends with everyone lately.

“So-” Rizzo said with one of the fakest smiles he’d ever seen, like he said, they weren’t friends, “Frenchie tells me that you two went on some kind of date?”

As she said that, she glanced at Kenickie. Danny didn’t even know what they were fighting about now, he couldn’t keep up with them before Sandy and certainly couldn’t now. From what he knew, Nick was trying to be supportive about Rizzo being pregnant, so why was she annoyed?

"Oh, yeah, we took a trip over spring break to a racetrack in-" Sandy pondered for a second.

Danny filled in the blank, "Sonoma, near San Francisco."

He moved his gaze away from Kenickie deliberately. That place was special to them. When Nickie first got his licence, because of course he got it first, he always drove when they 'borrowed' people's cars, they took a long weekend away to San Francisco. The school would've raged if that was their first time skipping school, but it wasn't, so no real fuss was put up for them.

It wasn't glamorous. As two poor sixteen year olds, they couldn't afford the ritz, or even a hotel. They slept in the car, under the stars and were thankful for the California weather.

"Sonoma?" Kenickie said, almost a whisper.

"Yeah, it was great, although I don't know much about racing," Sandy exclaimed.

She must have been oblivious to the shadows running across Kenickie’s face, but Danny wasn't. He saw him go through the stages of grief in a single moment before darting up and breaking the scene.

With his locked on the fire, he said with words seething rage, "Danny, can I speak with you for a second."

He knew what this would be. It had been building for a while. Since Sandy came into the picture they just hadn't been the same, and despite them both trying to keep it under wraps, some things just couldn't stay unspoken for long.

~~~~

Kenickie tugged Danny toward the wooded area away from the light of the fire, not too far so they’d be in complete darkness, but far enough away that they wouldn’t be heard. And he needed to make sure they weren’t heard. 

After they’d gotten far enough away, Kenickie could finally let go of everything that had been driving him crazy for the last few weeks, no months. He could barely speak. Anger was flooding his system, more than he thought he could feel for someone so close to him. But under that, beneath the layers of viscous red was something much worse, something he was almost afraid to feel because it would mean so much more than just a girl stealing his friend. It was heartbreak.

“Sonoma?!” Was all he could get out at first. “You took her to Sonoma?”

“What, like it’s illegal?” Danny spat back

The look on his face told Kenickie he didn’t mean it. But he didn’t care.

“It was a date, I wanted to take her somewhere special, somewhere where we wouldn’t get disturbed by a certain group of teenagers,”

Maybe he was a little right about that? That night at the diner may have been a little disruptive, but maybe he wanted it to be? Danny being with Sandy was the whole reason he was so angry lately. He wanted nothing less than to ruin every moment they had, maybe then she'd leave him alone. 

"Fine, but Sonoma? That place is almost a seven hour drive away, you couldn't think of somewhere closer?"

"Didn't you hear me? I wanted somewhere far away."

"San Francisco, then?" He said. "Why Sonoma?"

He stepped closer, close enough that he could see the distant flames flicker in Danny's eyes. Clenching his hands at his sides, he fought the urges to pull the lapels of his jacket, the one they spent hours trying to stitch with their insignia. He knew that part of him he was afraid of, the part being denied because of Sandy, would take it too far. 

"You know what that place means to me, to us,"

As he stabbed his chest with his finger, he thought back to that weekend. Stolen car, beers bought off a fake ID, watching races without a ticket. The stars glittered so brightly as they talked about girls. In a moment of impulse, they said some bullshit about practicing kissing for girls and their lips met. Cars raced past, the wind picked up and something undoubtedly began. Something Danny couldn't just deny now he had a new girlfriend.

"I know, okay?" Danny said.

Honesty was wrought all over his face. It didn't stop everything else Kenickie wanted to say, but hesitation began to spring. 

"I know we can't do this-" he gestured between them. "But just, don't pretend that we've never been more than friends."

He glanced around at the floor, "Sandy may be a cover for something, but don't make me feel like I made it all up. I get it, sometimes I wonder if me and Rizzo are real, I do feel things for her, or if it's all a cover up-"

"Sandy’s not a cover up." Danny said, confused. "I never said she was a cover up."

Kenickie ran a hand through his hair. By the way Danny's face went from reminiscing about to the past to noticing the cold hard present, he'd fucked up with that last comment. He pushed him away. Kenickie’s anger at each him finally matched.

"But that's just what you want, isn't Nickie?" 

Was he a wimp if that nickname made it hurt more? Only Danny ever called him anything other than Kenickie. 

"And you're fed up because you're not getting what you want, like you always do."

Sentimentality was gone. He thought of the letter in his pocket. That's why he actually came here, not to shout at Danny, but to finally get a chance to talk to him alone. Now they were here, rage rising, full of anger.

"Get what I want?" Kenickie snapped. "When have I ever got what I wanted? My mom walking out on me, is that what I wanted? Having a dad that doesn't give a shit, is that what I wanted?"

"My dad's in prison, you're not the only one who's had a hard life, alright?"

Both of them were heaving now. His hands were shaking, partially from anger, partially from hurt. They'd never fought like this.

"And why are you going on to me about not being there? You're the one avoiding me at all costs!"

He looked away. Sure, that was true, but he had his reasons. Danny didn’t have to say it in a way that made him question everything. Not that he would tell him that, he couldn't trust him anymore, not after everything that had happened.

"Why would I want to spend time with you when all you do is talk about her?" He bared his teeth at him. "Oh, Sandy’s parents invited me for tea, they really liked me, running track's not so bad maybe Sandy’s onto something."

He pulled away, running his hand through his hair again, one of his nervous ticks. Whoever said talking about emotions must've never actually done it. All he was feeling was shaky, guilt flooding his system but satisfaction at seeing Danny's face before he came up with something to say.

"You're changing too much. I don't want to be around you because you're boring, becoming like everyone else. Clubs, parents, the Danny I remember was there for me when I needed him, answered the phone or rang me back because he knew what it meant."

"Well maybe I don't want to hold your hand like some baby anymore!"

Thwack! Danny recoiled from the punch and stumbled back a few paces. Blood trickled from his nose. He swiped it with his finger as he looked up at Kenickie. 

More guilt flooded his system, almost making him forget why he did it. Even during their worst fights, it never got to that point. It had always been them. Their bond was strong and consistent, sometimes the only consistent things in each other’s lives. But now that was gone, Kenickie felt he was spiralling. The only thing keeping him tethered was the car and Rizzo being pregnant, even if it wasn’t his. 

Then the anger came back and he remembered that was exactly why he did it. Danny had always been there, rain or shine, girl or no girl. If he rang him, a mess, in the night, he’d pick up or have a better excuse than ‘I was having dinner at Sandy’s’. If he knocked on his window, he’d let him in. Now the world had turned on its head and couldn’t make out which way was up. 

“I’m not a damn baby Danny and you know it,” he spat. “You’ve always known it. If there was anyone who’s been through shit, it’s us, so don’t go saying that me needing you is me being a baby. You know I needed you and now you’re feeling guilty-”

He pointed at him and as he kept his gaze at where they'd kicked up dust from their scrapple, “Well, good, but don’t go blaming me just because you can’t handle that your changing is pushing everyone away.”

Tears sprung now. Everything was going to shit. Just when his life seemed to be going well, Sandy came into the picture. And, sure, he knew she wasn’t manipulating him and he knew that their friend group wasn’t breaking apart but it was so much nicer to have someone to blame. Because he’d gotten tired of blaming his dad, he knew he’d never change, and couldn’t blame a mum that wasn’t around. Blaming Danny and Sandy was the closest he had to getting something to change, even if it hurt deep down.

The tears blobbed down his face now. He tried to rub them away but the dam was open, he couldn’t stop it now. Reaching into his pocket, he thought he might as well show him the letter. They’d come this far, why not tell him what he’d intended to in the first place.

“You know, I actually had a reason for talking to you, something serious.” He tugged the crumpled letter out of his pocket and flashed it at Danny.

“My mom wrote, Dad got to the letter before I did, he was drunk out of his mind by the time I got home from working on the car and you know what he gets like when he’s drunk,” he said, keeping his eyes on the floor. “And I called you because you get it, except now you don’t.

“You don’t get it, you call me a baby for wanting some support in my shitty life but instead you’re with that bitch-”

“Hey!”

“You’re with her and you don’t care what else happens as long as everything’s fine on your own little planet, well for the rest of us, maybe it ain’t!”

He couldn’t take this anymore. His feet carried him away, out of the wooded area and back toward the fire. He didn’t feel like staying, though.

“Kenickie, wait!” Danny called after him. “I’m sorry, okay?”

He turned around, fully aware that everyone was watching them but suddenly not caring, “You’re sorry? You’re sorry? Maybe you should show it by thinking of something else but you and your girlfriend, Rizzo’s pregnant, Frenchie left the school and came back, and I-”

He held his tongue about the letter. Mentioning his mum was something he rarely did to the others. They thought he was aloof and blasé about it, not that he’d cried when he’d found the envelope opened by his dad on the kitchen table just because that tiny little connection he still had with his mum, wherever she was, may finally be broken.

He stood in close, tapping his chest, “-I needed you, and you weren’t there, so don’t bother next time, okay? I don’t need you, not anymore.”

He knew that was an exaggeration. It was a good way to end an argument but what was he going to do on Monday, or in the shop with the car. He needed him and he knew it but he couldn’t let him know that, at least not yet.

~~~~

“Kenickie,” Danny called after him as he climbed into his car. “Nickie, wait, please!”

The group was speechless as the car pulled away, its headlights illuminating them for a moment before the tires screeched on the dirt path. They just left to watch Danny. He stood like some lost kid waiting for his mother to come back. He left his gaze on where the infamous ‘Grease Lightning’ had been parked.

Sandy broke the silence, “Maybe I should talk to him, it looks like what Kenickie really said really hurt him.”

Rizzo placed her hand on her arm and gave her a look she evidently didn’t understand.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said.

“Why? They've been fighting since I got here, they don't seem like good friends from what I've seen,”

It was in times like this that it really showed that Sandy was the new girl. Most of them had known each other their whole lives, or at least more than a year. Frenchie had moved here in her freshman year, Rizzo wasn't proud of how she’d treated her at first, but as their group slowly formed, everyone eventually got along. Until now, of course.

Rizzo turned to face her fully, "Look, Sandy," she started. "Danny and Kenickie have been friends for as long as any of us can remember, and they've been all each other has had for almost as long."

"Has Danny told you about his dad?"

She knew that information was sensitive. Usually she didn't care about keeping secrets but even she knew there were some things you didn't spout carelessly. 

"Yeah, he's in prison, isn't he?"

Rizzo nodded, "When he got sent down, Danny went straight to Kenickie’s house, still in his suit, and practically dragged him out the house."

Sandy took the information in with wide eyes. 

"And Kenickie-" she wasn't sure whether to tell her, but Sandy didn't seem the type to heartlessly tell people's tragedies. "Well, don't tell him I said this, but his mom walked out, dad didn't take it well, whenever things get a little much, including the day his mom walked out, Kenickie could always rely on Danny."

"You being here has disrupted that, and I know you probably didn't mean it, it's just that Danny's never been with a girl as seriously as you have, so there's less space for Kenickie in his life," she said, then added. "At least that's what Kenickie thinks, anyway."

Sandy didn't respond for a little while. There was a look on her face was confused Rizzo. After trying to decipher it, she realised it was her being pensive.

"Maybe someone should talk to him, then," she said, as if it was that simple.

But as Rizzo watched Danny trail about without purpose, she wondered if it actually was. They were all so tied up in their own complicated worlds, preconceived ideas and places in their group made fixing things seem impossible. Maybe someone new was exactly what they'd needed after all? 

Not that she’d admit that to Sandy.

I've had some ideas for grease for a while and @caveiratimida encouraged me to write this! My general ideas are that Danny's dad is in prison for GBH, Kenickie’s mum walked out on him (with his sister that he doesn’t tell anyone about). Also, yes, they do have thing, or did before Sandy.

Thanks for reading!