#Tacos With Nolan

[ask-kado-thorne]

Taco taco taco!

*This time @nolan-chance-fortnite did not forget, he let Kado know beforehand he was going, and it was clear the message was received since the staff of the resort didn't try to kick him out as soon as they saw him.

Now he was just waiting, patiently. He knew he was a busy man, he had to take care of the resort, and of that delicious food for sure. So, there he was, waiting, with his luggage in hand, because he was almost sure Kado would love to spend the night with him*

(Kado was in the break room with several employees, helping to set up the food. There was a huge assortment of tacos, as well as a variety of sides and drinks.)

(As he was placing things on a table, he suddenly got a call on his work phone. He answered and spoke to the receptionist, who alerted him that Nolan had arrived.)

(With an eager grin, Kado headed to the lobby, seeing Nolan waiting on a chair. Once he reached him, he extended his arms for a hug.)

Nolan! I'm so glad you're here. Planning to stay awhile, huh? (He said as he eyed the large duffel bag.)

[vrnicky]

73 (for the valentine's day event 👀)

-void keith

Heyo Keith!! You got a really nice number because I do believe you will like him ;))

You got...

Nolan! My Not Undertale Found Papyrus!

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Your boyfriend was royalty.

You can't believe it, even tho he says it's not exactly royalty.

He got adopted by the king of his underground, of course he is royalty!! Wait.. does that make you royalty as well???

–sunflower.. I swear it's not important, he isn't a king anymore. –he tries to explain it to you, you can't deny his calm and smooth voice makes you feel butterflies… yeah cheesy but it's true!

"But technically he used to be the king so that makes you the prince!!" You answer him back, still holding on to the thought.

–im not the biological son, I can't be a prince.. Aren is the prince, not me. –you pout at him who just giggles at it pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. –I appreciate you thinking that way of me though. –and he goes to the table again, he has some studying to do.

You're still believing that, he isn't gonna make you change your mind!

So now you're making him company as he continues working on his stuff. Nolan is very observant so it was a matter of time he would prefer studying to be a detective than a police officer.

He also loves to rant about what he is working on, phycology and that stuff, you do pay attention since he gets so excited for it! And also because it's interesting as well.

…

After a big while of you taking a nap, he yawns and stretches, closing his notebook.

"All done?" You ask because sometimes he just keeps working on something else.

–mhm, yeah.. I just want to cuddle you..– he says, making you giggle. And you two go to the couch and sit down.

Quickly he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

–love you sunflower..–he says to break the silence, placing a cute kiss on your lips, not a long one but like a peck.

"Pff love you two dork" you talk, and nuzzle his skull, making him purr.

[nolan-chance-fortnite]

OH... HAHA, HAHA! SO YOU ARE a they buddy!! Right? Kind of?

Mx Val?! Are you Mexican, baby?!

@nolan-chance-fortnite

Honey Bunny, please, it's an honorific! No different than Mrs. or Mr. it's just a different one.

I am Spanish though, not Mexican.

[apomaro-mellow]

Hot for Teacher(s) 11

Part 10

The smell of a pup was usually a fresh, neutral scent on their own until they officially presented and it ripened with the unique scent of adolescence. It was why scenting one’s child was important. A way to mark them as your own for the whole world to know. And it was typical of parents to do this before seeing their child off somewhere, particularly school.

Shawn never really noticed before now how sometimes his classmates would smell just a little different, depending on who scented them. He wasn’t the only one with one parent but Daniel got to see his mom on weekends, and Elodie still talked to her dad. Shawn was the only one with a single parent with no contact with his other. And he wasn’t complaining. But now that he noticed, he wondered if other people noticed his single note of a scent.

No one had ever made him feel bad about it but maybe they were just being nice about his situation…

Eddie greeted his students in the morning, usually with a high five or a fist bump. “Warm up’s on your desks, make sure you have a sharpened pencil.”

Elodie got to her desk before unpacking and looked at the worksheet. “Do we get to color?”

“What do the directions say?”, Eddie asked, encouraging her to read.

“��Color…your fa…vorite food’. Yay!”

Eddie told her good job before seeing to the other students and making sure unpacking by the cubbies went without any drama. It all seemed to be going well, so he turned his back. Of course, that was when he heard shoving and the beginnings of a wailing cry.

Shawn was at his desk while Mr. Munson tried to soothe Yasmin. She bumped her head against his leg like she was much younger than six, a move that would normally get an adult to scent her and assure her she wasn’t in trouble. Mr. Munson just gave her a pat on the head and reminded her that the cubbies had names and she couldn’t just put her things wherever she wanted, but also Daniel shouldn’t toss other’s belongings onto the floor.

Mr. Munson was really nice like that, giving head pats, and high fives, but he never scented any of the students. That would be weird. But would he scent Shawn? Where did they stand, now that he was dating his dad?

After school, Steve came and he rubbed Shawn’s cheeks. “You’re like my cute mochi thing. What do they call it? The white thing?”

“Cinnamoroll?”, Eddie and Shawn said in unison.

“No, the other thing. The rabbit.”

“That’s Cinnamoroll, Dad. Now please release my cheeks”, Shawn said.

That just made Steve squish them together more. “No, there’s something else. And I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be a dog anyway.” He let Shawn’s face go and looked up at Eddie. “We still on for tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world”, Eddie promised.

Shawn waited until they were in the car before asking. “What’s tonight?”

Steve smiled. “He’s coming over for dinner.”

“What’re we having?”, Shawn asked, trying to look nonchalant as he played with his seatbelt.

“I was thinking cockroach legs and frog’s eyes”, Steve said, snickering at the look of disgust that he caught in the mirror. “Well what would you serve then?”

“Make your own tacos. I saw you taking out ground beef earlier.”

“You know what, that could work”, Steve agreed. Nevermind that Shawn also would’ve seen the different vegetables on the counter, as well as various sauces which could only be used for tacos. Christopher Nolan, eat your heart out.

Eddie would be spending the evening with them as it was decided that he should do so without it being a date. He and Steve knew they worked well together, now it was time to add Shawn to the mix. He would only be his teacher for a few more months after all. And then in a few years, he would probably be Steve’s. So keeping them apart for that reason was about to be null and void.

Steve had Shawn finish his homework at the table while he started cooking. Eddie arrived about half an hour later, knocking at the door. Steve sent Shawn to get it only because he was washing his hands from touching raw meat and he recognized the roar of Eddie’s van by now. 

“Well, if it isn’t the man of the house”, Eddie smiled when Shawn opened the door.

“Are you here to sell cookies?”, Shawn teased.

“Hmm, no cookies, only pie”, he said, bringing one from behind his back.

Shawn shrugged. “That’ll work.”

He let Eddie in and they joined his dad in the kitchen. Eddie greeted Steve with a kiss, who smiled when he saw the dessert Eddie brought. 

“You didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t. Safeway did.”

Dinner was a fun affair. Probably the only low point for Shawn was when the two of them randomly broke out into a song that he didn’t know and even danced along to it. Did they not see how embarrassing they were? The tacos were good though. Shawn liked to put a ton of cheese on his. 

“Hey, you got something there”, Eddie said in the middle of eating.

“Where?”, Steve asked, trying to look at his own face.

Eddie put a swipe of sour cream on his nose. “There.”

Shawn laughed enough to shake his own taco (#3) and make half the ingredients spill out onto his plate. After eating, Shawn helped by bringing the dirty dishes to the sink and helping Steve wrap up the leftovers while Eddie got to washing. Shawn got to take his slice of pie to the living room so long as he ate at the coffee table, leaving the two adults alone.

They were shoulder to shoulder as they washed and dried. At one point, Steve put his head on Eddie’s shoulder and they paused for a moment, soaking it all in. It was only one night but this one night boded well for their future. Once the dishes were done, they joined Shawn, who had taken up the middle of the couch. Without a word, they sat on either side of him. Shawn had it on a kids’ sitcom, but honestly it didn’t matter what they were watching. 

Steve and Eddie’s arms were across the back of the couch so that they could touch, leaving Eddie’s side open for Shawn to lean into. Shawn let out a yawn, full and tired. Then he bumped his forehead against Eddie’s chest. His eyes bugged out, looking at Steve for a sign, approval, something. He didn’t want to spook Shawn by using his voice though. Steve’s eyes were glistening a little as he nodded. 

Slowly, Eddie brought his arm down and rubbed his wrist against Shawn’s hair and cheeks. Steve could just barely hear the coo of contentment. When they were sure he was asleep, Eddie gathered Shawn in his arms and carried him to his room, Steve leading the way. 

“Wait for me in my room”, Steve whispered so that he could give Shawn a bit of privacy while dressing him down in his pjs.

Eddie waited faithfully, sitting on the edge of the bed when Steve finally came in. They spent the night sharing slow kisses, building each other up while using just their hands to finish the job. It was still a school night, after all.

From then on, Eddie took some time to scent Shawn while he was fully awake, sometimes even at school. The other students didn’t think much of it but the week after just happened to be the school-wide spelling bee. A few parents were in attendance. Steve couldn’t make it, as it was the middle of the day, but Eddie promised him pictures.

Shawn took first place, almost stumbling on the word ‘lightning’ but pushing through. The awards were given and parents congratulated their kids, getting pictures as well. Eddie kept himself available, only about half of his students’ parents showed up. Shawn showed his trophy to a friend who was standing by their dad.

He knelt down by Shawn. “You want me to get some pics for your dad, kiddo?”

“Mr. Munson’s gonna text my dad, right?”, Shawn beamed.

“That I will”, Eddie promised.

It was such a benign interaction that Eddie didn’t think a thing of it. But in that moment, the other parent caught a whiff of Shawn, who smelled too similar to Mr. Munson. And texting a parent? On its own, not strange but he’d been careful not to give out his personal number to anyone. He communicated mostly through emails. Sometimes a flyer in the kids’ folders. It was all just adding up to something fishy in his opinion…

He voiced as much to his wife when he got home and she just didn’t see it.

“Are you trying to say Shawn’s dad slept with the teacher so he could win the spelling bee?”

“I mean I’m not saying that exactly, but it seems kind of rigged, doesn’t it?”

She called their daughter down from her room. “Is your friend Shawn a good speller?”

“Yeah, he can even spell some second grade words. They ran out of first grade words to give him.”

“Well, your daddy didn’t mention that.”

“I just think we shouldn’t rule it out.” A lot of the parents knew each other, at least in passing. So it was no secret that Steve was single. Of course, most would never suspect he was dating his son’s teacher but considering the scent he was carrying…

As this was brewing on Eddie's side, from Steve's past a familiar face approached closer and closer.

Part 12

Fun fact: that actually happened at my school's spelling bee. Two of my first graders spelled so well, they had to move on to second grade words. Don't praise me though, they came to me that smort.

Taglist

@anne-bennett-cosplayer @aol19 @lololol-1234 @gregre369 @attic-cat-blog

@hippieg1rl420 @spectrum-spectre

[tranquilitybasehotelcasino]

every twitter friend group got the

- niche internet microcelebrity (20 year old with 8k followers)

- christopher nolan/cillian murphy RPF shipper

- guy who eats genuinely concerning amounts of taco bell

- 35 year old old guard x files fan

- guy who watched 2001: a space odyssey six times in a month

- person addicted to going to fall out boy concerts

- girl who is always getting her account suspended

[nolan-chance-fortnite]

First day in here and I already found a wonderful new berry! It's called FlowBerry and it has such funky flavor! Very sweet but also kind of sour, I love it! I think I'm gonna have a great time in this island!

DON'T BE SHY, SPEAK WITH AND HIRE NOLAN CHANCE TODAY

OOC: Say hello to Nolan Chance! Yes, It's Nolan Chance from @nolan-chance (?) main is, you know my main, I follow back from there but I don't usually follow back, so, I like things from there. Hello(?). I'm Nolan Chance and, ok, I have not much to say about this(?). Interaction guidelines under the cut.

INTERACTION GUIDELINES:

-Nolan Chance is open to most kind of interactions! The only thing (for now) I'll avoid is innapropiate (aka NSFW) interactions with minors. I'm an adult and that would be super weird. Otherwise, I'm fine with almost everything.

-Pretty obvious, I have my own headcanons, don't assume I follow your headcanons about Nolan. Respect mine and I'll respect yours about your character!

-Be chill, but most important, be respectful! 🎲

* * If you feel Nolan is being way too disrespectful with your character or if he's making you feel uncomfortable, please, don't be afraid and let me know. Is not my intention to offend anyone, let's have fun together! **

TAGS (with links lol):

#Nolan Posting: Original exclusive life-changing posts created by heist mastermind Nolan Chance (Style Nolan Chance)! (AKA posts without the reblogs and all extra stuff added)

#Nolan Replying: Things Nolan is replying to

#Nolan Reblogging: Reblogs lol usually without a comment of Nolan

#Speak with Nolan Chance: Answers to your asks! Yes, you can send asks to Nolan Chance! And he'll reply with this tag

#Nolan's beautiful face: His beautiful face of course! (Usually renders by big Nolan)

#Nolan Chance's art tag: Drawings by big Nolan

#Chancetastic lore: relevant posts about Nolan life and career (?

#When all of a sudden / #The little things: (AKA "Today, Nolan Chance"): Silly posts worth checking (?

#OOC: Text out of Character by me, Big Nolan

// <- Things starting with that thing (in the tags or anywhere else) are comments made by Big Nolan, not by Little Nolan (Nolan Chance)

#NSFW / #Suggestive: Inapropiate things.

FRIENDLY REMINDER: THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN SUGGESTIVE STUFF. If you don't like that, blacklist these tags or avoid interactions with Nolan, since he is very prone to say or do suggestive things! If you don't feel comfortable with that, let me know. Is not my intention to cause discomfort to any of you, guys. It won't usually be his default first interaction with most of characters though, unless you're a, what he calls, hot mommy. But he'll keep things light, on the flirty side.

There are some posts that get a bit longer than what you may want to have in your dash, I assign a title to each of those so you can blacklist it! For now, the existing ones so far are:

#Almorzando con Kado Thorne: Kado and Nolan eat lunch together

#La visita de Nolan / #Nolan's visit: Nolan visits Kado in his resort

#MontaDate: Montague and Nolan have a very tense dinner

#Tacos with Nolan: It's taco Tuesday at Eclipsed Estate!

#Nolan's apology: Or attempt of, since thing with Kado went south

#When all of a sudden: Apples: Hayseed has a special mission for Nolan

#Dado Dollarbill's Honeymoon: Nolan's mind was sent back one year ago, now he's ready to steal Kado Thorne's time machine... again. Part of the #Last Resort Posting curse

#Jones unfiltered: A small argument between Nolan and Jones

#Much needed Help: Nolan something (ongoing)

And that's all, I'll add more someday(?) but feel free to ask me to tag something specific!

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[ouatnextgen]

Get to Know: Leo

I stole the character template used in this fic, because I thought it was really thorough, and a good exercise for character building. So thanks ao3 user StarkPark!

Name

Neal Leopold Nolan. Named in honor of Neal Cassidy, and Snow’s father. Started going by Leo in middle school, when he fully found out about what Neal Cassidy did to Emma.

Nicknames

Leo (primary nickname)

Squirt (by Emma)

Uncle (by Hope, to annoy him)

His Royal Annoyingness (by PJ)

Snowflake (by Snow)

Kiddo (by David)

Appearance

Thin, straight dirty blond hair

Pale skin

Brown eyes, inherited from his maternal grandfather

He wears shirts and button ups, jeans, sneakers, and his letterman jacket from football

Face claims

Azriel Dalman (younger)

Lucas Till (older)

Personality

He is rather uptight, but cares very much about his friends, family, and his people. He tries to mold his personality to be like his father’s.

Is very much like his mother however, in his resourcefulness, hopefulness, and can-do attitude.

He is practical and resourceful, but can come across as stuck up or a goody two shoes. He’s the most responsible out of his friends, which leads to him both keeping them all safe, and hindering their adventures.

He’s the heir to the throne of Misthaven, and acts like it. He never lets himself stray from his golden boy persona, making certain that the student body, his friends, and even his family see him as infailable. Only in private does he let go of this persona, and becomes who he really is: an anxious wreck.

Likes

Playing football

Reading

Sword fighting

Solving puzzles, crosswords, and riddles

Teaching and babysitting little kids

Country music

Dislikes

Plain food

Bullies

Being unsure of himself

Magic

No magic, but wishes he did

Health

Physically very fit and very healthy, except being allergic to cats. 

Mentally…he has an anxiety disorder. It hits at random times, and can be almost crippling. He’s supposed to be on medication for it, but he insists that he doesn’t need it, and that he’s fiiiiine.

Sexuality

Bisexual. Romantically and sexually attracted to all genders

Fears

Everything man, he has anxiety

But specifically, not living up to expectations, letting people down, breaking apart and not being able to put himself back together, to name a few.

The dark (yes, seriously)

Habits

Bites his knuckles

Runs his hand through his hair

Hand movements. Tapping his fingers, twitching, wringing his hands, ect.

Favorites

Movies: Nerd shit. Star Wars, MARVEL, anything scifi basically

TV Shows: Nerd Shit. Star Trek, X-Files, anything scifi basically

Music: If asked, he’ll claim to like indie. In actuality, he loves country music

Books: Is a fan of the classic sci fi/horror novels like Frankenstein

Parent: Tries to emulate David’s personality, and make himself more like him

Family member: He looks up to Emma a lot

Sport: Football. He’s a guard on the school football team, and is very good

School subject: Math, because there’s a “right” and a “wrong” way to do things

Food: Spicy nuggets, spicy tacos, spicy chips, just anything with a kick

Sweet treat: Mexican hot chocolate

Colors: Indigo, blue, purple

Animal: Lion

Toy: He still has his first toy sword his dad got for him when he was two

Game: Owns quite a few of the Star Wars spin off games, and likes to play checkers

Least favorites

Movies: Mindless action flicks

TV Shows: Sitcoms

Music: 80’s music, which almost caused a civil war among his friends

Books: Romance

Parent: Loves both his parents equally

Family member: Hope annoys him in her attitude and her actions. Still loves her, though

Sport: Swimming, as he’s never been a strong swimmer

School subject: English. He hates how there’s no “right” answer

Food: Plain foods he can’t make spicer

Sweet treat: Pound cake, it tastes like nothing

Colors: Red, green, orange

Animal: Cats, as he’s mega allergic

Toy: Creepy dolls

Game: Doesn’t like games of chance

Career aspiration

Future king of Misthaven

Social life

He’s more introverted, and likes to spend time by himself (he does count spending time with PJ as being by himself)

He’s the Mom Friend of the group, and has to stop them from doing stupid shit all the goddamn time

While he scolds them constantly, he really does care about his friends

Pets

Has three family dogs: Jake, Goldie, and DJ.

[silverskull]

One Last Secret

Chenford Week 2023 Day 4: Happy Hawley-Day! Another fic that (kind of!) ticks all three boxes! The song from the S5 promo, holiday themed, and relationship firsts! * self-impressed fist pump *

In the space between asking her out and actually getting to date her, Tim has a special New Year's Eve with Lucy.

Full fic below the cut, or here on AO3.

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Winter brought snow.

White flakes fell like magnolia petals, dusting the tropical plants in the parking lot with a coat of sparkling soft down.

“Weird, but fucking beautiful…” he heard Lucy murmur under her breath.

It didn’t last long, but the air stayed chill enough to send him to the back of his closet, digging out an LAPD puffer jacket he’d requisitioned on a whim many moons ago. They were discontinued now, and he enjoyed the smug feeling of superiority whenever he encountered a shivering junior officer, their duty jacket no real match for the unconventional weather.

He made the mistake of leaving it on the back of his chair once, the air-con in the station set to ‘heat’ with no suitable balance to be found between ‘not warm enough’ and ‘gates of hell’ and  Lucy had snagged it without telling him. “Just a quick run to the taco truck,” she’d offered, afterwards - and she looked so damn cute bundled inside its too-large hood, her nose and cheeks pinched red and bright with cold, that he couldn’t bring himself to demand its return.

The snow brought out the weirdos and the wackjobs, and work doubled in pace, officers dropping like flies with coughs and sneezes. “It’s not the cold, it’s viruses spreading when we gather indoors,” explained Thorsen, and Tim promptly bought a box of masks to leave on his desk and present to anyone who so much as sniffled in his direction.

He had a date to make it to.

They’d made initial plans for the weekend following the collar bomber, but work had put paid to that, a spate of Santa Stick-ups running riot along Miracle Mile for a whole three days before they managed to round them all up. After that, in their enthusiasm to get the ball rolling, they’d picked the following Thursday - the only day they both had off work that week - and then Kojo decided to swallow some squirrel droppings that had him puking his guts out for an entire night. Tim was stuck chasing after an emergency vet, and then ensuring the dog had regular drinks of rehydration medicine for twenty-four hours afterwards.

Getting frustrated, Lucy suggested going straight after work, late-night be damned, and he was almost willing to agree, but he really, really wanted this to be special.

She was special.

And when he told her that, she’d glowed, bouncing on the balls of her feet and shrugging herself deep into the folds of his jacket, satisfied that it was worth waiting for the right time.

But Christmas was coming, and it got more and more difficult to find a reservation - weekends, late nights and corner tables already swamped with office parties and family gatherings booked months in advance for the holiday season. He even enlisted Thorsen, bargaining a week - two - of warbag duty, if he could just find him a table somewhere nice on a day that suited them. Aaron had quirked an eyebrow - “A table for two?” - but at Tim’s sharp scowl, wisely said no more. 

But even the rich and famous couldn’t beat the system and, between them, they’d agreed to postpone their date until after New Year, when things quietened down and they could give it the attention it deserved. It nearly drove him mad, but - in one way - it was a pleasant sort of inconvenience, his days in the station passing with secret glances and shared smiles; Lucy trailing out of her way through the bullpen so she could ‘accidentally’ bump into him, or him ‘mistakenly’ buying two coffees instead of one, and passing the second along to her when they met under the stairs.

It was Nolan, of course, who nearly (unintentionally) outed them, inviting everyone to a New Year’s Eve celebration at his house, and at pains to publicly stress that Lucy and Tim were both welcome to bring plus-ones, even if their previous partners were now in the dumpster of history.

Lucy had covered well, smoothly professing that she was at peace with her singleness, and it would mean far more to attend with just their own familiar group. Tim nodded in energetic agreement, deciding to leave the talking up to her in case his tongue betrayed him in some way.

And so, they’d ended up in Nolan’s garden together, the chill air fended off by strong outdoor heaters and the champagne flowing freely. Angela’s mother had come to visit, happily babysitting Jack - and Leah too, when her parents dropped her off - and the older offspring of the group all had more important engagements than their parents’ lame backyard gathering.

Lucy had filled a plate for him from Bailey’s buffet, and they’d stood with Wesley, idly chatting about the increase in compensation claims for slipping on ice (why did people suddenly forget how to walk when the weather changed?). She kept stealing things from him when Wesley wasn’t looking - potato wedges, cherry tomatoes, tiny gourmet sausages - and he feigned exasperation, resting his elbow on a high table and raising the plate out of her reach. Wesley had given him a curious look, but didn’t ask any questions.

Angela and Nyla were practically high, the night of freedom from their parental responsibilities all but turning them into teenagers, starting rounds of shots with anyone who was available and wiring into Bailey’s drinks cart with willful abandon.

Grey and Luna arrived late, but brought enough sparklers and party poppers to make up for it, Luna ensuring that everyone was supplied with at least two handfuls of everything before midnight.

And when the countdown began, the little group wound its way to the back wall, Nolan’s new foliage artfully framing his small view of the city lights below them, and they listened in to the neighbour’s Spanish radio, excitedly counting off the seconds in a musical lilt.

Tim had stayed behind the others, Lucy hovering beside him with her sparkler lit, her eyes reflecting the flames like small galaxies, and he couldn’t resist the urge to wind his hand around her. She’d worn a beautiful outfit - she seemed to own nothing but beautiful outfits (or maybe it was her? Who knew. He was too far gone to tell.) - a black number with pink flowers, the flowing skirt slit on both sides, providing teasing views of her legs when she walked. He’d noticed the gap of skin at her waist before, and now he could feel it too - soft and warm and rising into goosebumps in the wake of his fingers.

She looked up at him as the last seconds ticked away, fireworks beginning to crackle to life in the sky above them, and as the countdown ended and the others cheered - each couple happily throwing themselves into a New Year’s embrace - it took everything in him not to kiss her there and then. He settled for taking her hand, raising it to his lips while she held his gaze, the fireworks lighting her face in gold and blue, her shy smile setting his heart aflutter.

Her skin was soft. So soft.

They’d been accosted by the others then, Angela merrily leading the exchange of hugs, Luna ensuring that everyone’s sparklers were sparkling and their poppers popped. Grey gave him a friendly clap on the back, his eyes darting between him and Lucy, but all he said was “Next year’s gonna be better than this, son,” before turning to hug Bailey and thank her for the party.

They’d stayed for a while afterwards, chatting and nibbling until the fireworks started to die down and Nyla and Angela began to yawn. James offered Lucy a ride, and Angela poked Wesley until he agreed to take Tim, and soon they were all packed into their separate cars and waving goodbye to Nolan and Bailey, backlit in the doorway of their home.

Lucy’s eyes caught his from the back seat of her car, one stray firework cascading in iridescent orange above her, and he tapped his fingers to his lips unconsciously. She mirrored the move, her smile stretching bright across the apples of her cheeks, and then she was gone, spirited away into the night and the new year that lay fresh and full of promise before them.

Next year's gonna be better than this year!

Next year's gonna be better than this 'cause

New Year's Eve comin' with a fresh kiss, yeah!

Next year's gonna be better than this!

[azzy-the-christian-furry]

Bad Batch and TCW Spoilers

Okay, so. Tech.

Tech…

Yeah… Plan 99. Thinking about that. Plan 99. Named after 99. The clone that died for his brothers.

Normally, I think “Tech could have survived!” is a cope. I mean, it definitely is.

But, I mean… Maul survived getting cut in half and falling, then later survived getting cut up again, then force lightning’d, and ragdolled. Even later, he survived getting yeeted off a temple. Jedi regularly dive off of, say, giant Geonosian walls and whatnot. Palpatine’s survival isn’t canon. The entire sequel trilogy is just a fever dream Luke had after eating some bad tacos.

“But Azzy, they’re force users!”

Yes.

Which is why I’m also citing some Clones.

Gregor survived not one, not two, but THREE death sentences (initial battle that left him scarred, the explosion, and getting shot twice by Scorch). Katarn really does hold up. The shield doesn’t hurt.

Hunter survived his tumble off the prison mountain. Also shot by Cad Bane, but again, armor for a single shot. That’s the point of armor.

Crosshair got faceblasted by a giant spaceship, survived frostbite, and being tortured. Obligatory Nolan getting clapped video included.

Echo literally exploded, and without Katarn armor to help.

Wrecker just got shot a few times. Again, armor. No biggy there… except, well, for every Clone that got shot in TCW and died in a single shot. See- Fives (RIP)

Rex survived getting shot several times in TCW, and in Rebels (“phase one armor always holds up”). I’d direct you to the assassin droids hitting him on S… Sal… Cut’s planet. I can’t spell that lol. Also the Venator during Order 66. The last time I remember him being shot is against droids in Rebels. He also bopped his head in season 2, truly the most grievous of injuries which allowed him to resist Order 66.

So is Tech dead? Probably, yeah. It definitely made an impact (no pun intended). And if he isn’t, he’s probably not going to be the Tech knew if he’s being experimented on.

Side note-

Scorch, my boy. You’ve got some explaining to do. I hope it’s the inhibitor chip keeping you loyal, considering your dislike of the Empire in legends.

Side-side note-

Dang Scorch, you better at parkour than Spider-Man.

Side-side-side note-

Damn you, Saw Gererra!

[avrablake]

Incorrect Quotes

I haven’t done one of these in a while so I’m snagging an open tag from @emelkae

Gram: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Nix: *Takes a sip of milk and gags*

Nix: Oh my god, is this expired?

Nix: *Takes another sip of milk*

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Lucan: Raisins. It's nature's candy.

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Kaori: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

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Kai: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark*

Kai: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Kai: How about "You banged my mom?"

Associate: No...

Kai: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Kai: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Gram: Go big or go home!

Nolan: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.

Gram: I'm going big!

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Kai: Hey, are you okay?

Nix: Yeah.

Kai: You don't look okay...

Nix: Then stop looking.

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Nix: Fine! I don't give a shit!

Gram: You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.

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Lucan: You bought a taco?

Nix: Yes.

Lucan: From the same truck that hit Gram?!

Nix, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving ain't gonna help them.

Tagging @sleepyowlwrites @blind-the-winds @bloodlessheirbyjacques plus Open Tag for anyone who wants it

[ask-kado-thorne]

//This is a list of roleplays that are long enough to get their own names. They're sorted by character, and in chronological order from there.

I recommended reading these by going to Reblogs in the Notes section, scrolling to the bottom, and going up from there.

Nolan Chance:

(@nolan-chance-fortnite)

Nolan's Socks

Lunch With Nolan

Nolan's Visit

Fem Kado

Tacos With Nolan

Nolan's Apology

Dado Dollarbill's Honeymoon

Much Needed Help (ongoing)

Lucien West:

(@xlucienwestx)

Lunch With Lucien

Sleepover With Lucien (ongoing)

Midas:

(@ascendant-midas)

A Proposal From Midas (ongoing)

(@golden--days)

untitled (ongoing)

Dominion:

(@fire-king-dominion)

Fire and Ice (ongoing)

[genshoomf]

answered all on twitter so cross-posting here 💖

1. non-alcoholic i feel like he is unironically a #waterguy but also fucks with sprite/dr pepper. alcoholic i am not very versed in but i think hes a big tequila enjoyer Or a psycho that regularly drinks zombies

2. sweet!!! he has a big sweet tooth, especially for fruit flavors

3. he fucks hard w any kind of authentic soft shell taco situation, probably like tacos al pastor…. its about the pineapple.

4. BREAKFAST 💪 hes always on that breakfast grind, tho he is very much a snacker esp on training days to keep up w the mental strain of his TK

5. i cant see him being a Huge fish guy which is funny being from LA but hes also not picky, overly salty stuff is the most Blegh to him

6. he has a pretty good spice tolerance for a white guy!! but i think if something was too hot but good enough he'd thug it out anyway

7. probably some kind of ocean critter since he loves the water so much. perhaps sea turtles i think he feels a spiritual connection with crush from finding nemo

8. just boxers unless its VERY cold and then he will begrudgingly wear sweats/pj pants also

9. when solo usually side or between side/belly sleeping, and with his bf hes on the big spoon grind 100%

10. morning person!! byproduct of when he was contracted and on a strict training regimen i think but also he just naturally wakes up and gets started quite early

11. fairly easy to wake up, not enough that quiet noises would do it but someone nudging him gets him awake pretty quick

12. ohhh.. depends on what the base schedule is like for the day! but usually either training w nolan & the squad or studying or lounging around with his bf

13. lighter summery scents probably. stuff like coconut or citrus!

14. he doesnt use cologne often just bc well. doesnt have any reason to after he stopped being a celebrity but he is a tom ford azure lime user most of the time

15. showers always 💪

16. abysmal LOL his parents/mom always cooked for him growing up and then he just ate a lot of vought sponsored food and by the time he was an adult and living 'alone' he was contracted and had staff to cook for him. he knows how to make protein shakes

17. SUMMERRRRR its his birthday season AND he just has so many good memories of summer surfing as a kid once the weather is consistently nice out he Needs to be at a beach

18. actually tough bc he didnt have much family to celebrate with growing up so. half-hearted christmas ig?

19. he makes and gives gifts rly frequently! usually little metal trinkets or useful tools with his abilities, almost everyone hes friends with has gotten the 'hey i made this for you :)'

20. hes 6'2"! he likes his height just fine, good for swimming but made surfing more of a challenge when he got tall after his growth spurts but still he persevered

21. none :( i think he's always wanted to learn guitar but just never had the time to actually have hobbies

22. yeas! not trained at all but he sang a lot w his mama growing up so hes just very comfortable with his voice

23. only sometimes, usually when hes deep in the zone while studying he'll kinda mumble to himself without realizing as a way to talk problems out w himself

24. YES!!! hes a HUGE 70s/80s music enjoyer bc it was how he and his mom bonded. she brought him up on artists like fleetwood mac, rhcp, phil collins, tears for fears, abba etc so its what he loves. he loves the soft rock/pop-rock genres a lot w the occasional dip into 90s hiphop

25. decently yeah! hes friendly and very social but hes also a poor judge of character so debatable that he makes friends with people who are good for him. supe socialization and culture makes it harder for him to be vulnerable and friendly with ppl he feels in competition with

26. very surprised and immediately pretty emotional he is, at heart, a sensitive cancer boy so hed be really happy that ppl went to the effort for him!

27. hes actually very familiar with many flowers bc his last ex was a supe with plant manipulation abilities! his fav is probably parrot's beak but he also likes most lilies, crown imperials, blue poppies, bird of paradise etc - bright and interesting flowers

28. very positive LOL as a supe whos primary ability is metal manipulation hes almost always wearing jewelry to have 'material' on him, namely rings and a few necklaces. he also just likes jewelry in general and its something he gifts a lot too, he thinks more men should wear it

29. after his dad left when he was ~10 his mom didnt want to wear her wedding ring anymore so jason took it and has worn it in some form ever since. it was also the first thing he ever manipulated as a kid when his abilities manifested so it means a lot to him to always wear

30. fashion forward but also depends who you ask. he is very influenced by 70s/80s + y2k fashion so he dresses well in that sense but it also does make him stick out a fair bit

31. boxers usually but also has been known to fuck with a boxer briefs situation

32. he does not but he has had tv make up done before for interviews and his movies!

33. also does not but hes probably let girlfriends paint his nails before in the past just for funsies

34. he keeps his hair fairly long by mens standards and even when he does get it cut its just a trim, he likes his hair too much to get rid of it

35. hadnt thought about it but deciding live: yes

36. probably had a girlfriend teach him so he could do her hair before so yes! proficient at braiding

37. not necessarily scared of it but he doesnt enjoy lightning, its something he has to be careful abt while flying since hes always wearing metal + hes naturally weak to it

38. nah LOL even if he isnt indestructible like some supes hes still very durable and hard to take down, he was contracted for a reason and one of them being bc hes tough!

39. he has an enhanced immune system and is completely resistant to 99% of viruses so hes never been sick 🫶

40. totally ok with blood he has killed before

41. he used to be contracted by LA as long beach's supe so he was paid EXTREMELY well as young as 20, and after that he made more on sponsorships, his own movies, branded stuff etc. he still makes passive income off of it even now

42. he's very happy being with konni. he loved being contracted but after realizing how deeply vought was using him he can't see being A Superhero the same anymore. as sweet as he is, being proactive with konni in destabilizing vought is extremely fulfilling to him, he loves it

43. very creative in the sense that hes excellent at creating 3D objects just from imagination! he has a good sense of aesthetics and color etc

44. hes probably alright at sketching loosely but hes not really a fan of 2D mediums. if he draws smth its to get ideas on what to build

45. honestly not much around base besides his phone, anything else he'd need he can either make himself w nearby metal. even when Out he only brings along his wallet too

46. yes!!!! his particular poison is anything orange flavored - suckers, hard candy, gummies etc

47. he aint picky but leaning towards fast foods or street food for sure

48. hes an incredible swimmer! used to do it a lot more when he was younger in tandem w surfing but he stuck with swim more bc it was more accessible. he gets mopey when he hasnt been swimming in a while

49. his healing factor is quick enough that he doesnt scar so hes skin is #flawless

50. his handwriting is pretty neat i think? he takes a lot of notes while studying and writes out info abt his alloys v frequently so its very legible, probably pretty cute! on the loopy side

[tangiblejournal56]

11/13/11

Friday night was spent helping Annie organize & pack her room, the total amount of belongings rivaling with ease the amount Josh, Jacob & I had moved down to this hateful place.  And that’s still only after managing to get her to throw out several garbage bags & tote boxes of five years’ worth of bulk - leaking, half-empty shampoo bottles, chapsticks without caps, newspapers from last year, grocery store receipts from 2004.  I was amazed & proud of her determination at tossing these extraneous items, a brave & not inconsiderable accomplishment from the girl who will keep a perfume bottle from seven years ago with only one spray’s worth left in it because she might one day want to use it.  But she held strong (with many shouts of “Jamie, don’t even let me see it, just throw it away!”) & eight hours, many cigarettes, & an incentive trip to Taco Bell later, we had managed to pack away her life, everything even organized down to separating her car insurance papers from her countless recipes scribbled on the backs of paystubs, napkins, etc.  It was actually an enjoyable night, my pleasure in putting things in order & her reminiscing at old momentos & thrilling at finding such treasures as her expensive bench scrape from culinary school & her grandmother’s locket hidden under her bed & assumed lost forever.  The next morning was spent getting the Haul hitch installed on her SUV, lunch from Thundercloud Subs, & a trip to Whole Foods for Annie’s lavender shampoo.  I told her my favorite thing to do with her was running errands as our friendship seems to flourish best when driving around, gossiping & listening to embarrassing music.

The realization that Luke & I would never make it as a couple struck me the other night.  Amid a flirtatious, enjoyable conversation we were discussing schnugging & watching movies.  He asked what we’d watch, & I requested a Batman marathon.  “No,” he replied, “I only watch good movies.”  Never a more perfect line was designed to cause an irreparable tear in my attraction to someone.  I am a believer in the logic that there is at least one Batman movie that will appeal to any type, whether it’s the delightful cheesiness of the Adam West ’60’s, the goth Tim Burtons of the early ’90’s, the awful campiness of the wretched Joel Schumachers, or the most recent & most cinematically impressive Nolans - I have never met a single person to whom at least one of those movies appealed.  Even Max liked “The Dark Knight,” he who believes movie adaptations of comic books is a waste of time.  What was even more infuriating than that scathing & absurd comment was his confusing refusal to name what he thought was a good movie, despite his claim to own “like 400 of them.”  This annoyed me, & I let it show.  Mock Batman to the girl with the Batman tattoo, & with no defense or willingness to explain one’s self?  Not the most effective courting strategy.  I took my turmoil to Josh, telling him that while I was willing to overlook Luke’s spelling of the word “attic” with a K on the end (which required a great deal of strength on my part), this just seemed too big a blow.  He agreed, sharing my annoyance at such a ridiculous pretension.

How loathsome, getting to know people for who they really are.

[vrnicky]

Djkdwkke besides garo which other skele would i work with taco? :o

Well, you could honestly work well with any sans lol

Orion, Sans, Lur (but just as frends), Azrael, Bonnie, Zen, Disco, Caramel, Gent, Allen lol

I actually think you could fit well with Nolan! I know he is a Papyrus but he acts like a Sans lol

[nolan-chance]

Sorry I didn't mean to cheesepost here. Nolan Chance would like cheese but i'm not sure if he'd like cheese tacos

There's no cheese?! How am I supposed to make my cheese tacos WITHOUT CHEESE?!

[nolan-chance-fortnite]

Today, Nolan Chance ate some tacos for breakfast