#The Jolly Boys' Outing
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August Bank Holiday in the UK.
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The Jolly Boy's Explosive Coach Outing | Only Fools and Horses
The Jolly Boysâ Outing was definitely one of Only Fools & Horsesâ best episodes. This scene alone is comedy gold.Â
#youtube#only fools and horses#The Jolly Boys' Outing#del boy#rodney trotter#Denzil Tulser#boycie#mike fisher#cassandra parry#trigger#coach explodes#Classic moments#comedy
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is this anything
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Remembering the toxic hellscape that was 2015-2019ish SU fandom and just how much hate the show got is really insane when you rewatch the show after it's been a while. Like the show is good what the hell were any of these people talking about
#do NOT quote me on those numbers i pulled them straight out of my ass#like the ending was rushed and the diamonds didnt get to be fully developed but liek#the whole reason that was the case is there was an entire 6th season planned#and then the show got axed early because rebecca sugar and crew refused the back down on the rupphire wedding.#and even rushedness aside like the point of the show was never that you should hug fascists and forgive people no matter what#the diamond were rose's (and his) dysfunctional family whose personal suffering became the basis for the cruelty of gem society#bismuth in The Real World would have been right to want to kill the diamonds as a force of revolution#but the point of the show is that even the most complicated people are still people who can change. even if you dont forgive them#even steven quartz universe the most loving boy in the world very obviously does not like being around the diamonds. but that is how it is#it was a children's show that emphasized compassion and communication and family as themes. of course steven didnt kill the diamonds lol#i really fully believe the stevenbomb format (which was not the crew's choice or fault) cooked peoples' brains#you had months between major arcs so every wrongdoing by a character had months to be warped and misinterpreted and so no resolution could#ever satisfy fans who were festering with their own opinions for way too long#like these arcs looking back are not that long and they resolve in fairly reasonable manners but they took fuckin forever in real time to#wrap up#and ppl on the internet with no other hobbies than arguing made the fandom suck to be in and gave su a bad name#even if you dont like steven universe i think the amount of vitriol thrown at the show is/was fucking INSANE for what it is lmaooo#people were so so jolly to accuse rebecca sugar (a jewish lady) of being a fascist/fash sympathizer and paint every writing shortcoming or#morally dubious character action as a sign of pure fuckin evil#ok that was a long ass fuckin rant in the tags i am so sorry i'm just kind of opinionated on this matter as i am all matters#i've been rewatching su with my dad lately and this very normal and well paced and fun watchthrough experience has been illuminating#just how insane and uncalled for the hellish discourse sphere around su was/is#i say was/is i have no idea what su discourse is like nowadays. i'm too scareds to look in the su crit tag
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YES Daisy Wells actually comes out in death in the spotlight and YES her first kiss with Amina was in death sets sail but the gayest book to me will ALWAYS be jolly foul play
#margaret and astrid?#the argument between best friends because one of them thinks that the other has a secret friend?#when one of the best friends finds out the other secret friend is a BOY?#it probably wasnt more than other books but i seem to remember them holding hands more too#themes of divided friendships are either very aro or very sapphic to me#murder most unladylike#mmu#jolly foul play#daisy wells
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This is what perfect looks like
#his little coat with its own physics and everything#itâs stiff fabric! so it sticks out and folds differently!#all according to His particular frame. it folds uniquely just for him#and he has his little leather book bag with the bright blue sash#I think he likes blue a bit it seems to suit him#and heâs got his own tight jeans that fit him just right#Kanekiâs jeans đĽ°#and his little old man shoes! because Kaneki must always have one article of clothing thatâs for old people!#so sharp and fashionable#and underneath he seems to have a white collar shirt and maybe a sweater over it?#and he has such a pretty colourful book with him today!! he seems very jolly!#all dressed up and ready to face the world!#such a cute boy! what a gem! ��ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸#kaneki ken#tokyo ghoul#ken kaneki
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Jolly Boy is by far the least popular out of the Jolly fics and by FAR the hardest to edit because so much needs to be changed to better fit a M/M romance. But there is one single person who comments on it and they are having a TIME rn and that makes it all soooo worth it lmaoo
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Some times when you're making sure to make self admirations to bring yourself back up to the surface like one of them eels that hibernate like Uruk-hai, you gotta say somthing to make yourself smile.
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Damn, all this cake and no bakery in sight
#Sometimes you gotta just say somthing to yourself in mirror to make you laugh for a little longer than you should#Me after coming out of a 3 week low#You got this#Go to the mirror and say it#Like... Fuck boy sassy though#Whatever gets your jollys fren#Lotr#I guess#self admiration#Treat yourself#To a really weird and funny little this to do#Maybe I should go lay down
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heads up y'all, only the second link and the second one from nero-neptune is working. The 3rd from from them is restricted and requires access, everything else is unfortunately dead.
This is definitely not a google drive full of the sleep stuff from the Headspace app, including sleepcasts, music, and wind down meditation, that normally costs 17.99 a month, no siree and you definitely shouldnt share this with people
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"It's a snapshot of a world that has disappeared". Referring to the "Everybody's Talking" sequence in Margate from the Only Fools and Horses episode The Jolly Boys' Outing.
First shown on UK television on Christmas Day 1989 but set over an August Bank Holiday weekend.
#margate#only fools and horses#the jolly boys' outing#david jason#john challis#1989#del boy#25dec#christmas#everybody's talking
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"Don't worry, Harry, I won't tell ya guv'nor about it."
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I want to hug these ancient dead guys now, and tell them I understand, and also ask for details on how to get famous enough that I can ensure my dear ones will be remembered in a thousand years.
I canât stop getting emotional about how tenderly a shepherd caresses his dogâs face on this marble sarcophagus from the third century
The dogâs face is just so lovingly crafted and itâs much more finely detailed than some of the other animals in the piece. The expression is pure contentment and devotion. This scene is a tiny portion of a huge elaborate sculpture but I really feel like the artist was trying to capture a specific emotion with these two. The way that you feel when you look at your dog is thousands of years old.
#dogs#the human animal bond#art#stuff that made me tear up#Sammy#Levi#Jolly#Hamlet#Jake#you were all Best Boys#And so were Baron and Bo#and Lucky and Gus#and Prissy and Velvet and Sassy my Best Girls#and shout out to my godmotherâs girls - Soko Annie Tiny and Mollie#and to my godmotherâs cats - especially Mary my friend who is a cat#and to Tatia who is my cat now and Becky who was my cat when I was little#and finally to Todd - Aurora - and Molly who were my childhood pet squirrels
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Ok, so Soap and shy wife. We all know he's the definition of sunshine/happy puppy and has the energy of an entire class of kindengarden. Imagine when they first meet the couple and he's all loud and jolly, and wife quietly shakes their hand and says "Nice to meet you" and he INSTANTLY quiets, because he's proud of his Darling to meet his friends/family, also because they're all wondering how she puts up with himđ¤Łâ¤
LOSING MY MIND AT "they're all wondering how she puts up with him" BECAUSE THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR DYNAMIC đ¤§đđ
Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!
COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! đ
Come & check out my COD m.list!
You just know this man does not shut up about you every time he meets up with his team for work.Â
And then, one day, he surprises them with a âsheâd love yâall to come over one day.â
âDidnât you say sheâs a lilâ shy?â Kyle voiced out everyoneâs thoughts, so to be offered not by the man himself but the meek lady in question was a little surprising, to say the least.
âShe is, yeah, but sheâs open tâmeeting a few pals oâmine.â Johnny meant it to sound casual, but with his mates knowing him for a long time, it wasnât hard to catch the hint of care in his voice.
And, well, it would be rude to decline a ladyâs generous offer, now, would it?
Johnnyâs hyped, no doubt, his friendsâno, brothers, and his other half finally meeting in person. They didnât even have to ask, just by the way he was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel or the way he hummed to the radio, likely a playlist the two of you shared.
And with the boys holding some sort of gift for you, just as a thank you for the invite, you greet them by the door as soon as your husband announces his and his friendsâ arrival.Â
With Simon physically being the closest to you, you wiped your hands on your apron before holding your hand out. Simon nearly struggled with his strength, not expecting your lack of hesitation to greet him, out of all of them.
You introduced yourself, âItâs nice to finally meet you guys.â
Ah, such a sweet voice. So sweet that had Johnny not gone on and on about your shyness, they wouldâve thought you were scared of them. But, you werenât and the proud smile on Johnnyâs face says it all.Â
Why wouldnât he? With your warm smile and even willingness to shake Kyle and Johnâs hands as well. Albeit, you had a habit of looking down every once in a while, especially if they tried to show their respect, i.e. complimenting your cooking, the decor or you in general, it was hard not to find you endearing.
But God knows how you, of all people, manage to put up with his nonsense.Â
In the words of Johnny; âOpposites attract, after all.â
And seeing it now, to say Johnny was whippedâŚ. Was putting it lightly.
Itâs funny to see Johnny trying his best when it comes to lowering his gruff voice for you, even if you loved it just the way it is.
Though he has a lot of things to tell you, so much love to give you, you have his full attention the moment your lips part.
Each time you open your mouth, he closes his. As if fearing that one word from him would mean talking over you entirely, and he couldnât bear the thought of that. The hearts in his eyes were tough to miss. Heâs expressive, too, hanging on your every word like you were giving him a task when it was just you talking about how you learnt to make the lasagna you served for dinner.
âSHUT UP, MY BABY HAS SOMETHING TO SAYâ type of beat, but itâs the man whoâs saying it that has the loudest voice (and the gentlest heart).
But theyâd be lying if they said they didnât enjoy listening to the stories of how you met and how emo Johnny gets when the dates or outings donât go his way, even though it all went well in the end.
Why wouldnât they enjoy seeing his soul leave his body when you mentioned his baby pictures that his mother not only showed you but gave some to you as well?
âJohnny, câmon, now, sheâs a part of the family! Sheâll need some photos oâyou for when you move in together soon.â Says his mother, gifting you probably a stack of them, as if unfazed by the sight of you and Johnny covering your faces, the temperature of your body heat rising that even you feared you might pass out right then and there. He couldnât even find the energy to stop his sisters from teasing him.
But besides allowing you to embarrass him a little, even if it wasnât your intention, your home is another.
A small unit, located on the second floor. The candlelight colour, the cute indoor plants in each room, and the seats.Â
Oh, the seats.
John nearly passed out just moments after he sat on it.Â
Just by the way you maximized the apartment space, itâs no wonder Johnny always looked forward to returning home. Not necessarily the apartment, but to you.Â
Dare they say, the visit felt like a âcultural resetâ (is that what the kids are saying these days?). Largely because one; they were able to finally confirm that Mrs MacTavish is a real person and two; one cannot simply ignore the dynamic you and Johnny have. It may be eye-roll-worthy to some, but Johnny learns it isnât something worth fighting about. So long he has you, those people can yap and nag about it all they want.Â
Bonus: Johnâs definitely the type of person to tell Laswell about it like it was some kind of a missionâlike it was almost unbelievable to see you, well, you!
âMâtellinâ ya, Laswell. As soon as his wife had something tâsay, he shuts up faster than when I tell him to.â He chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.
âSounds like a keeper to me.â
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#â reve's reverie đš#â reve's asks đš#eyes locked hands locked series#soap#soap x reader#soap x f!reader#soap x you#cod soap#soap mactavish#soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish x f!reader#soap mactavish x you#johnny soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish x you#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish x f!reader#johnny mactavish x you#johnny mactavish#john mactavish#john mactavish x reader#john mactavish x you#cod#cod x reader#cod x you#call of duty#call of duty x reader#call of duty x you#cod mwiii#cod mw3
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holiday shopping - rafe cameron x fem!reader
A/N: all i want is to be spoiled by rafe cameron âšď¸
holly jolly november
the two of you are barely through the entrance of the mall when you grab rafeâs hand, steering him towards a row of holiday-lit stores.
âcan we go in there, please?â you ask, staring up at rafe with those doe innocent eyes.
he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âwe can do whatever you want, but youâre not lifting a finger. got it?â if he was spoiling you today, he was going to do it right.
you give him a look, raising your eyebrows. âhoney, i can pay for things myself. you donât have to-â his finger covers your lips as he shushes you.
âdonât want to hear it. i donât just do this for anyone, baby.â heâs teasing, but thereâs something serious in his gaze, too, something that makes your heart skip. for the rest of the day he doesnât let you lift a single bag, nor a credit card that isnât his.
by the time youâre on your way out of the store, heâs juggling an armful of your new things with a satisfied smile on his face.
you canât help but giggle as he struggles with the weight of the bags. âneed some help there?â you offer, reaching out.
he smirks, shifting the bags to one side before you can grab them. ânice try.â he pulls you closer as you walk. âbut iâve got it.â
you stare at rafe, the boy whoâs usually masked by a stressful and tough facade, as he carries girlie, holiday decorated bags for you.
#đđ¤đĄđĄđŽ đđ¤đĄđĄđŽ đŁđ¤đŤđđ˘đđđ§#hearts4hughes#rafe cameron#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#rafe cameron imagine#noraâs writings đ
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the lights are on
!! simon riley x afab reader; chubby reader; confidence and body issues; past bullying (not by simon and briefly mentioned); smut - minors dni // divider by @/plutism!
i projected too much of myself onto the reader so do forgive me for that. this is a milestone celebration for me, mostly, but also for you all so i hope you all would like it too <3
this is inspired by rachel wileyâs â10 honest thoughts on being loved by a skinny boyâ - a slam poetry
you are told that love comes easily â that it is the budding of spring, shimmering and vibrant, and blooming oh-so tenderly. unfurling oh-so carefully, like you are melting into padded sheets and cashmere sweaters.
you are told that love comes easily â that it stands out amongst a vast ocean. that it is distinguishable; a beacon so familiar you run towards it, unafraid and unashamed. like fate or destiny; like fairytales being remade.
you are told that love comes easily, but you know they mean to people who donât look like you; only for the girls with slim arms and robust legs, with dips in their waists and hour-glass figures, with bones pressing against their skins like carved mountains.
love comes easily to thin girls. to the girls whose loud laughter are heard as wind chimes, whose jolly isnât sneered at or embarrassing to see, whose confidence is just is â that it isnât an act of empowerment or a statement or a message.
so you slink back into your shadows with little laughs and curled shoulders, like maybe if you diminished your presence enough, you would be seen physically small too. petite is a word no one has used for you but how else can anyone explain the way you trim yourself into bite-sized pieces?
you arenât the first to be chosen; not the one people fight over. when you walk into a room, the best that could happen was that no one would notice you. that you would blend into the shadows or the walls, quiet and peaceful. painfully lonely, yes, but peaceful, nevertheless.
(you still have nightmares of high school.
of boys using you for their dares, like the only thing good about you was to be the butt of the joke; like asking you out was a comedic show.
of girls andâ
sometimes, theyâre meaner than the boys with all their lilac and softness; you thought that at least they were a kindred soul, but so many times, during lunch, you were cornered into tears until you became full from nothing but your anguish.)
when simon first walked into your life, you knew it â whatever âitâ could be â was impossible.
you had already ended the tragedy before something could even begin. you saw his beauty â in a way that you cannot explain; in a way that is rugged and scarred and terrifying, almost, but beautiful, still â and knew there was no way he would fall for you, anyway.
but simon was⌠persistent. charming you in a way that was painfully absent of all suave but he was still so charismatic, he always left your stomach in knots. hope bloomed in your chest and you realized that maybe it neednât be a tragedy; that it mustnât be a joke nor a dare; that you must beâ
loved.
that you are loved â just that. just as is.
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simon watches as you lay down on the bed, your cheeks tingling with heat as embarrassment rises from the base of your neck, dancing past your shoulders and devouring up until even the tip of your nose thrums with feverish touch. you look away from him, feeling so shy at the intensity in his eyes. he looks at you like he is ravenous for you; like you are the only nourishment he needs, and that you have made him hungry, his gums aching with the need to sink his teeth into the soft parts of your body.
you have never been looked at like this before, and it is intoxicating. it makes you heady, breathless, lips parted open as you gasp for airâ
rustling fills your ears and you perk up, getting ready to snap your bra off, only to find simon naked, bare, his cock chubbing up from underneath his bush, and you have never loved a body until his. lust coils in the tendrils of your heart, stretching into the yawning that burrows in the pit of your stomach to capture you whole.
you want him.
god, do you want him.
he falls to his knees, stalking close to where you are splayed on the bed like the offering you are that he says he will never deserve, but you stop him with a hand up and a quiet breath, and, âthe lights.â
your voice trembles. shame slowly snuffs out the greed.
âcan you turn them off, please?â you ask because it is a courtesy you were taught toâ
âcan you bathe me in darkness so that the two of us can pretend that i am not undesirable and that your love is not a fluke?â
âcan you hide me from your eyes so your mind does not give you reason to pull away?â
âcan you reduce me into a body to fuck into, so that our pretend-love story does not end?â
your question makes simon still, his heady eyes lightening up again. recognition slips into his consciousness and he rouses up â you tell yourself that the caving in your chest isnât a heartbreak â to reach forward.
to reach forâ
you.
simonâs scarred palm falls to your stomach, planting atop the sea of stretch marks. his thumb traces their ridges, so soft and slow and intimate, and your eyes burn because why is he so cruel?
why must he touch you like you are something to revere? like you are something priceless and that he is undeserving of you? like you are, all parts, beautiful?
âwonât you let me love you like this?â is what he says instead, and he moves, desperate to meet your eyes. âcan we do it with the lights on, from now on?â
all the air in your lungs is knocked out of you.
his words were quiet but they resonated so loudly, almost booming and deafening. the world doesnât freeze nor does time slow, but there is something in that moment that makes you feel like you are at the throes of something divine. like you are finally sewn together.
you do not sob but you are so close to doing so. instead, you pull him close, trembling, and give him a kiss. he melts into it, his hands mapping the softness of your body, digging into the fat and never letting go.
he devours you like this â hot lips against your own. spit is shared, moans fall in between the tiny cracks whenever you pull away to breathe only for simon to push close again, never letting you stray alone any longer, and clingy as he fits you into him.
the first drag of his fingers into your cunt makes you gasp, your head falling back to the pillows as a mewl drips from your mouth. he pulls away, huffing, and positions himself so he can watch you. you keep your head tipped up, still so embarrassed by being exposed this way, but simon curls his fingers just right, and he strokes against something that punches a gasp out of you.
âshitââ
âlike this, sweetheart?â simon croons, nuzzling his face on your rib, his cheek bumping against your boob. he pulls his fingers out, dragging with him muffled squelching noises that tickle your ears, before fucking his fingers in you again.
you whine, a drawn hiccupped sound, and claw at the sheets at the pace he adopts. it is fast, overwhelming, but still not enough. it seems like heâs spoiled you rotten, and left you needy for nothing but his cock.
âfuck me,â you whimper, arms looped around his wrists. you feel so weak from the pleasure, wrung out of orgasms with his fingers in your cunt and his palm against your clit. you flick your eyes up, meeting his gaze. âsi, please?â
he lets out a snarl, his softness and need peaking into something dangerous. you find that you are not scared, instead, you are besotted â inviting him in by spreading your legs wider, showing him how wet your pussy is and that it is ready for his taking.
your face crumples at the slow slide, his cock fucking you raw like this is the first time again. like you two have more to explore, more to uncover, and you keen at the intensity of it all.
missionary has never felt this good before; simon thrusts his hips, humping the remaining inches in, and you scream â your hips snapping up, and your throat burning with the ache. simon holds you by your waist, his fingers dimpling your flesh, and fucks you with gusto.
he chases his orgasm as he melts into you. he is louder today, and more guttural with his desires. he snarls his praises, the words curling from the backs of his teeth until they drip on you like hot wax â scalding, overwhelming, and leaving you to feel all tender and raw.
âsi!â you cry out, reaching forward to play with your clit. âmâclose, baby. mâclose!â
âyeah?â he rasps out, his balls slapping against your ass. you go dizzy, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as goosebumps rise across the expanse of your body. âdo i make my baby feel good? tell me, sweetheart, go on. tell me, huh?â
he is rambling, untethered, himself, as he loses in his own swelling euphoria.
you sob, toes digging into the mattress because you are unable to properly vocalize the pleasure, your mind all razed by the way he fucks you, but your baby is asking you to do so, so you tell him, âsâgood. baby, sâgood! i feel so full anâ only you can fuck me good anââ anâ si, iâm gonnaâ iâm gonnaââ
your orgasm hits you like a fever breaking; like you are feeling a sense of release that has never been felt before. you feel like you are suspended, floating, your skin buzzing with lightning. you donât even know you are screaming, deaf to anything but the explosion of ecstatic pleasure.
your teeth rattle at the first spurt of simonâs cum, and he presses uncoordinated kisses on your lips. it makes you giggle, all sluggish now that exhaustion is weaving in, and it is then that you meet simonâs eyes.
they are so clear and vibrant, the way they only ever are under light. they crinkle in his smile, and you puff, snuggling close, feeling like you can drop to sleep with his cock still in you.
âlove you si,â you murmur, your words sticking together in your drowsiness.
he presses a kiss on your temple and breathes you in. then, âi love you too, sweetheart.â
and the lights are still on.
thank you once again for the 15k, and i hope you have loved this the way i loved writing it <33
i was struck with the poetry, and the way wiley described the way she is loved. she started her performance with the lines: âi say, âi am fat.â he says, âno, you are beautiful.â i wonder why i cannot be both.â and i have never related to anything more. wiley then talks about how their relationship unfurls, and in â6â (it is a list poetry), she says, âhe tells me he loves me with the lights on,â and i sobbed.
so i wrote a fic of me, and i hope thats alright.
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley smut#afab reader#simon ghost riley smut#cod x reader#chubby reader#suns
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âYou didnât hurt me one bit.â Maude said the words so confidently, Samhain had no reason to doubt her; but he also had no reason to fully believe her either. He just couldn't shake this nagging feeling that he ought to be more careful the next time he handled the creature- just to be safe. He chuckled when Maude carried on. Despite how fatigued she looked, she could always spare a bad word for the 'horrid little beast'.
The ghoul gave her a puzzled look when she mentioned her magick in the inn. When she handed him the moonstone, he quickly put two and two together. "Ah, I see," he said with a smile. Nodding, he placed it securely into his pocket. "Thank you, ah appreciate it."
"Oh..! Then, does that mean.. I can stay?" A look of sudden realization swept the young man's face, and then a twinkle in his bright, green eyes as he laughed. "Would it be too much to ask if ah can still 'ave this room? After all, ah dun think ah actually checked myself out."
"Still, ah think it best ah make myself scarce at least for today.. Might be a bit much if Nettie sees me all of a sudden.." He said, in all seriousness. Then â looking back at Maude with his usual, warm smile, "Thank you. For trusting me, Ms. Haven. Ah know it's not the easiest thing in the world but.." The words trailed off as he shook his head. After everything they'd just been through, he was sure by now Maude understood what he implied all the same.
Still, as an additional sign of peace, Samhain held out his hand for a shake. "Likewise, I'll be upstairs if you need me."
He asked if sheâd been hurt. Maude forced her expression to stay attentive and neutral, to betray nothing, even as her heart skipped a beat and her hands tightened slightly around the mug of tea. She had nearly forgotten about the sore spots on her arms. Now, she was acutely aware of them. Her long sleeves hid the bruises well, thank goodness.
Samhain and Nightshade had a similar connection. Curiosity sparked in Maude, and her gaze softened at the moment of vulnerability. Part of her understood she owed Samhain honesty in return. But, in the end, seeing the worry in the boyâs eyes and his downcast expression convinced her to choose a different reply.
âYou didnât hurt me one bit,â Maude told him, gentle but firm, with the smoothness that came from years of concealing jagged truths beneath softer lies. âAnd I wouldnât have blamed you even if you did, even if youâd known how it bound our lives together.â Her brow creased, irritation with the creature bristling in her words. âItâs like a game to it. Pushing people too far, using everything it knows about them against them. It deserves to be twisted into knots.â
Faltering, she took a breath and looked at Samhain with genuine warmth, any trace of sharpness gone from her tone. âI donât know what it said to you, but Iâm certain it was cruel. It wonât apologize, because itâs a horrid little beast, so Iâm sorry on its behalf.â
She shot one last glare at the blanket-covered bubble, even though Feld couldnât see or hear any part of their conversation, then nodded to Samhain. âIâll be downstairs. Fetch me if you need me.â
Halfway out the door, the innkeeper paused with a soft hum of realization. She turned to face Samhain once more, mug held in one hand as she rummaged in her dress pocket with the other. âSorry, Iâ I forgot my magicâs a bit⌠everywhere. In the inn, that is. I canât vanish it altogether, soââ Ah, her words were getting jumbled again. With a click of her tongue and a shake of her head, she drew a small stone from her pocket and offered it to Samhain. It fit into the center of her palm, smooth and pearlescent. âMoonstone,â she tried to explain more clearly. âItâll keep my magic from making you drowsy, if itâs in your pocket.â
#hearthtales#props to Sammy that he can still joke at a time like this#meanwhile Maude is close to collapsing#at least the kids and Arthur are having a jolly ol time downstairs#assdsdkklksl ok its almost time for Feld to be let out of its bubble prison#oh boy oh boy just what will happen next :D
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