#Thomas had never seen such bullshit before

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

Astrotrain is finished! Look how handsome he is!

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Please Please Please: Chapter 4

Summary: Y/N is only a child when she and Tommy Shelby meet. The two quickly become best friends as they grow up in Small Heath. As the years go by, Y/N and Tommy realize there may be more to their friendship than they originally thought.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Y/N

A/N: Hello everybody! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Love seeing all the comments, they make my heart smile. You guys rock my socks <3

Previous chapter

James and Y/N drove in silence through the streets of Small Heath. It was a silence that hung in the air like the end of a bad joke, except no one forced a polite smile, especially Y/N. All she wanted to do was curl in a ball on her bed and hope for sleep to take her away from Tommy. It seemed to be the only time she could truly escape from his grasp on her. It was when she saw the outline of The Garrison did she realize she had another outlet to forget about Thomas Shelby.

“Let me out here,” she said, not bothering to glance at her date. She felt the car slow to a stop and she hopped out. It was then that she spared a glance at James. There was a pitiful air to him, one that told her this was the last time she would see him.

“Get home safe.” Was all he said, before pulling her door shut and driving off. She watched the automobile disappear into the darkness. She would get home how she got home at this point, all she knew at this moment was she needed a glass of whiskey in her hand. She walked through the front door of The Garrison and was surprised to see it almost empty, except for a few patrons and one familiar figure.

“Look who the hell decided to show up.” she teased, a smile musing upon her lips. Arthur turned to face her, a goofy smirk on his face.

“If it ain’t Y/N,” he got up from his spot at the bar, approaching the younger woman and enveloping her in a hug. “How are you, love?”

“I’m alright,” Was all she was willing to disclose to him. He didn’t dig deeper as he ushered her toward the bar. 

“And what will the lady be drinking tonight,” he asked, motioning for the bartender to approach.

“The strongest whiskey you have,” she replied, eliciting an eyebrow raise from the bartender. He could sense her present level of intoxication, but he didn’t question it. He poured her a glass, nodded toward Arthur, and began to clean the bar. She took a large swig, letting the amber liquid slide down her throat. It burned going down but the buzz that was there afterwards made up for it. 

“I never took you for a whiskey girl,” Arthur said, taking another sip of his own.

“I guess it’s one of those nights,” she said, preparing herself to guzzle down the rest.

“So, who’s the bastard who broke your heart this time?” She smirked to herself, knowing Arthur had seen this show before. He was well acquainted with the bad luck that seemed to revolve around her love life. During her years of friendship with Tommy, Arthur would be pulled into the teenage drama that revolved around the duo. He pretended to be annoyed by all the chaos and gossip that accompanied the teens, but she could tell he enjoyed hearing about their lives.

She waved down the bartender, asking for another drink before responding, “Your fucking brother.” 

A sigh escaped Arthur’s lips, “What’d the fucker do this time?” he asked. She shook her head to herself as the bartender poured her second drink of the last few minutes.

“He told me he didn’t want to see me anymore,” She took a sip, “He said our friendship didn’t make sense. What the hell does that even mean? It doesn’t have to make sense! It’s not a bloody algebra problem! It’s such bullshit.” She could feel the steam coming out of her ears.

“What a bastard,” Arthur said wistfully, as if there were words between the spaces of that sentence that needed to be said. 

“A bastard indeed,” Was her response. She stared straight ahead as Arthur turned to face the younger woman.

“Tommy will kill me if I told you this but,” he gestured to Y/N, “I can’t see you looking that sad. It breaks me heart.” A stifled chuckle escaped her lips, bringing the cup up to her mouth to take another long sip. Everything inside her tried not to look at Arthur because she knew the second she looked into his eyes, she would break. 

“What is it?” she asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer. 

A long exhale escaped her friend as he responded, “He misses you like hell, kid.” She impulsively turned toward the man beside her.

“He sure has a shitty way of showing it,” she said, a quiver in her voice. 

“Since whatever happened that day on the lake, he hasn’t been himself,” Arthur said, taking a swig of his drink, “He’s been more solemn than he already is and that’s saying a lot. Usually, you’re the one to make him less depressed” A bitter laugh erupted from her as she tried not to roll her eyes.

“So, he didn’t say that he missed me, you just think there’s the possibility that he might miss me.” She watched the way the ice settled in her drink, wishing she could sink.

Arthur shook his head to himself, knowing that he would not convince Y/N, “I know my brother, Y/N. Something went out in him after that day. The only thing I think it could be is you.” 

“Well,” she said, putting her drink down on the bar, “if he truly missed me, wouldn’t he have said something rather than push me away?” Arthur cocked an eyebrow at Y/N as she relayed the events of that night. 

Arthur finished off his drink before responding, “Tommy is who he is, and whatever is up his ass might just need a bit more time. You know as well as I do how he can be.”

“We’ve never fought for this long, Arthur,” she gazed away from him toward the bottles of liquor behind the bar, “Even as children when he hit me with the baseball, he was at my door within minutes to apologize.” If a child can see the difference between right and wrong that quickly, she could only imagine what an adult would do in that exact situation. To her surprise, she heard a light chuckle leave Arthur’s lips.

“Did he never tell you what actually happened that day?” Arthur questioned. Y/N looked toward him, tilting her head in confusion. “I guess he didn’t. Might as well tell you.” He brushed a hand through his hair before continuing, “That day, he wasn’t going to apologize.” This made her sit up straighter.

“What?” she asked, her whole friendship with Tommy rushing before her eyes. 

Arthur smirked and nodded, “He was ready to let you go, that’s how he has always been with everyone. Then I asked him if he was really willing to let you go over a stupid baseball game. I don’t know what it was about that but something clicked and he ran after you. That night when he came back home and I asked how the apology went,” Arthur paused, looking at Y/N, “he smiled and said ‘I think I met my best friend,’” Y/N could feel her heart soften at the end of that story. She knew she felt that way that day but she didn’t know Tommy felt the same. She felt a tear come into her eye and a finger go up to her eye to wipe it away.

“Why are you telling me this story?” she questioned.

“Sometimes, Tommy needs some convincing to realize he is making a shit decision,” Arthur motioned to the bartender to top off his drink, “And I just don’t think anyone has called him on this shit yet. I’d say you will have Tommy back soon.” Arthur’s words along with the alcohol softened Y/N.

“You really think so?” It felt like a plea coming from her lips.

Arthur nodded, “He needs you as much as you need him.” Y/N was ready to hug the older man when she noticed something, the music on the phonograph slowed to a tune she could recall from anywhere. It was The Girl With The Flaxen Hair by Claude Debussy, one of her favorite songs. Arthur saw the change in her expression and smiled at her.

“Care to dance?” he asked, holding a hand out to her. She looked around the room but the bar seemed empty except for the stray patron or two. Perfect.

“I would love to,” she responded as Arthur led her to the center of The Garrison. Her left hand goes into his and her right hand falls onto his shoulder. His left hand gives hers a squeeze and his right hand falls onto her back. She couldn’t help but smile at the man before her. He was the brother she always dreamed of having, tough but loving. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder as the song went on. For the first time in a long time, she was at peace, but that was only momentary. She felt Arthur stiffen as the song came to an end. She looked up at him to see him staring at the entryway. She followed his gaze to see a man she did not expect to see tonight.

“You two look to be having a good time.” Tommy’s voice felt like a dagger, punctuated by the exhale of a cigarette in her direction. Arthur immediately detached himself from Y/N, taking a step away as well. Y/N looked over at Arthur, her eyes pleading for him to say something, anything to make this situation less terrible.

“I’ll give you two some privacy.” That was the last thing she wanted him to say. Before she could interject, Arthur had already made his way into the back of the bar. 

Tommy turned to the remaining patrons, “Out. Now.” As if his words were a spell, they followed what he said. Now, they were truly alone. He takes his jacket and hat off, placing them on a table before asking, “What are you doing here?” 

She shrugged her shoulders, “It’s a bar and I wanted a drink.” 

Tommy let out a sigh, bringing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose and rubbing it, “You know this is my bar.” 

She gave him a sarcastic smirk, “I didn’t think you would be coming here tonight, your date seemed like a pretty sure thing.” At that, Tommy approached the bar, opening up the side door to go behind it. He began to pour himself a drink.

“I can at least say I tried.” He mumbled to himself.

“Tried what?” Y/N asked. 

“To make you leave.” He puts the bottle down. “Seems I can’t get rid of you.” He throws back the drink.

“Tommy,” she said, approaching the bar, “Why do you want me to leave? Did it ever occur to you that I don’t want to go away?” Tommy didn’t meet her gaze, as he poured another drink.

“I want you to be safe, Y/N.” He put the bottle back on the counter, “You know the way that my life is going, that won’t be possible anymore.” 

The alcohol went around her shoulders like a blanket, giving her the confidence to say, “That’s so stupid, Tommy.” A real smile and laugh came out of Tommy. One that she had not seen in six months.

“Now that is not how I expected this conversation to go.” He took another drag of his cigarette, “In all the ways I thought of this talk going, I did not imagine you calling me stupid.” 

She giggled to herself, taking a seat on the barstool, “So, you knew we would speak again.” 

He leaned against the bar, his face inches from hers, “I told you, I can’t seem to get rid of you and you can’t seem to get rid of me. Maybe that’s just how life is supposed to be, you and me.” Her thoughts began to swim. She wasn’t sure if it was the booze or the fact that Tommy smelled like whiskey and soap. All she knew was that she didn’t want to move away from him. She only moved when the next song came on, one that she remembered well. The movement was a chuckle that turned into a laugh as Tommy followed suit. 

“You remember this song?” She asked, motioning toward the phonograph. 

He smirked and nodded, “How could I forget?” 

The first time that Y/N heard this song was a moment that replayed in her head from time to time. It was a hot August day. She was 16 and Tommy was 17. There was nothing to do that day but lay on the floor of Tommy’s room and listen to music. They stayed side by side for hours as track after track played. Finally, a track with provocative lyrics rose from the phonograph, causing Y/N to giggle and blush. Tommy looked over at her and smirked.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing!” she said, shaking her head as if she was trying to shake the blush off her cheeks. 

Tommy nudged her shoulder, “Come on, tell me.” 

She paused before answering, “I don’t know, the words are just so… raunchy.” The blush came back onto her lips as Tommy let out a belly laugh.

“What? Have you never had a shag?” This caused Y/N to burst out in laughter.

“I haven’t even had my first kiss, let alone slept with a man.” She expected Tommy to laugh along with her but when she looked over at him, he was already sat up, looking down at her. 

“Really?” There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

She sat up and faced him, “Really,” Y/N said. She shrugged to herself, continuing, “I just don’t think anyone wants me in that way.” There was a long pause as Y/N expected Tommy to say something sarcastic but all he did was stare. Y/N matched his gaze. 

He then took his best friend's hand, “Don’t say that,” and continued to stare. He took a deep breath before saying, “If you’d like, I can kiss you.” Y/N didn’t know how to respond, all she could do was gaze into her best friend’s eyes. Neither teen knew what to do except let their faces grow closer together. His breath graced her lips, so close. Then the song changed, and so did her mind. 

“No, Tommy,” She backed away. “Not like this.” He backed away.

“I understand.” He said with a nod.

“I want it to be with someone I love who loves me back.” 

Y/N felt her mind come back to 1913 as she giggled to herself,  “Fuck that is what you said!” Tommy said as he took a large sip from his drink. 

She shrugged, “I was harsh, it might be why I didn’t have my first kiss for another year.” 

“I remember that,” Tommy said, sitting beside her at the bar, “George Milton, right?” 

She nodded, “By the bridge. He bit my lip and it bled.” Tommy let out a snicker. A comfortable silence fell over the two old friends. Tommy was the first to break it.

“So, why did you say no.” She looked up into his blue eyes to see a sense of curiosity there.

“I told you, my sixteen year old self wanted it to be with someone she loved,” Y/N took a sip of her whiskey before continuing, “She wanted magic and delusion. Still haven’t found that yet.” James crossed her mind for a fleeting second and left as quickly as he came. Tommy’s gaze did not leave hers, watching how the words stayed in her mind. Then the song changed again. The tune was a waltz, one that made a smile come onto Y/N's face. 

Tommy held out his hand, “Arthur can’t be the only one dancing with you tonight.” Y/N gave Tommy her hand as he led her out to where she and Arthur danced earlier. Their hands found their homes on each other's bodies easily as the couple began to sway to the tune. Y/N looked up into Tommy’s blue eyes and he gazed down into hers. His hand relaxed on the small of her back, sliding down and pulling her closer. She laid her head on his chest feeling his heartbeat against her cheek. She moved her arm behind him, holding him tight. The pair swayed as Tommy laid his head on top of hers. 

“Y/N?” She moved her head off his chest to look up at him, “You’re not delusional. You just want what you deserve.” That was when she felt her lips begin to grace his. As soon as they touched, Tommy backed away. 

The pair stopped and pulled apart.

“I have to go,” Tommy said. Before Y/N could question him, he was out the door.

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[crow-aeris]

Part 4 of And yet the Clock Twists Back

aka, my cursed object au, or the au my beloved brainworms gifted to me 😔

Parts 1,2,3

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Jason grimaces as he sees Tim's binoculars gleam in his peripherals. Sure, he did NOT want to be kidnapped by a creep, but Tim had offered himself first, and Jason would rather die a third time than allow Tim to do whatever his stupid little genius stalker brain brewed up. Jason had also given the weird pendant to tim so maybe he could find out something new while jason was being kidnapped.

And, like clockwork, Robert Shawn rounds the corner just as Jason lights the end of his cigarette. A smaller part of him that had grown more vocal since the beginning of the whole time-travel bullshit screams for him to stop. they've seen it happen to their mom, so jason should stop before be got addicted too.

But, he gently reminds the smaller, worried, and child-like part of himself that he wasn't smoking it. he was going to let the cigarette fumes curl into the air like a signal, a catalyst of events that will lead him and tim to their big brother.

the small voice quietens to a low buzz at the back of his head, so Jason continues.

"hey, thomas," that guy approaches, a hungry gleam in his eyes, "where's alvin? what are you doing all by yourself? smoking, no less?"

"Non'ya business what i do on my own, dipshit," jason snapped, glaring at the man.

"Don't be like that," the man said in a tone that was almost teasing, and oh shit, he was one of those men- ones who only wanted people so he could break them. They want the power and that comes with being in a position of power, and when they couldn't do that...

"I can be however i want," jason scoffed. He sees the gleam blink twice, and so jason turns his back on the man.

Just like he predicted, arms grabbed him, slapping a hand over his mouth. Jason struggled like a kid his age would. He screamed- the sound muffled by the man's hand as he was dragged away kicking and thrashing.

Shawn snarled, obviously frustrated, before slamming jason into the wall, "If you dont fucking behave, then i will find your little brother and i will have my way with him, got it?"

"Y-you dont even know where he is," Jason snarled despite being winded.

Shawn rattles off Jason's address, and it was all he could do to keep from laughing hysterically. God, this man was so stupid. If you did nothing other than surface-level research, then you deserve to be punched by Bruce.

But, he had a cover to uphold, so jason falls quiet and stares up at the man with wide, watering, doe eyes, "Y-you! Please- d-don't hurt him!He's all i have left!"

a sadistic light enters the man's eyes, and Jason was suddenly viscerally aware of the knife tucked in a hidden pocket, "so long as you remain and a good little boy, then i promise i won't touch a single hair on your brother's head."

there were so many loopholes that allowed the man to fuck with his "brother", but that was only if he could find tim first. If Batman didn't notice an inexperienced Tim Drake following him, then some average criminal could never dare to find a very experienced Tim Drake who has the size advantage.

Jason dips his head and allows himself to be lead away like a lamb to the slaughter.

but little do these butchers know, the creature they caught wasn't a lamb, he was a Bat through and through.

And when there was one Bat, there is always bound to be more.

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Parts 1, 2, 3

and the directory

[coeluvr]

Tryin' the fire route out of curiosity and lmao, love how Luceris reaction, after Lancelot broke the door and ask if MC is alright, is basically the "Thomas had never seen such bullshit before" meme 😭

He's like "you're supposed to be asking ME that!! 😾😾😾"

[randomly--accessed--memories]

I adore Vox's daughter being a winner, but now we have to bring out the rest of the family. So I offer you this.

It's 3 months after Alastor left Vox's broken body at the door to V Tower and fucked off for what would be 7 years. Vox's face is still everywhere, videos and commercials he made are still playing. The Vees are trying to pretend everything is fine.

And then some guy shows up, asking to see Vaughn, saying he's his son. The Vees know who Vaughn is, but they weren't aware he had a son. The guy is insistent, he idolized his dad, grew up watching all his old shows. His face may be different but his voice, and his mannerisms, are recognizable, to someone who's seen as much footage as this guy.

Velvette sends him away, giving him some corporate bullshit excuse that she's been giving everyone, but promising to give his number to Vox. She never did, she still has the scrap of paper with the guys name and number. Sometimes Vox asks about his family, where they are, and she's almost tempted to call him, but she knows Vox wouldn't want any of his family to see him like this, and she isn't sure if Vox would've wanted to see his family at all before. It's just one more secret she has to keep, but she's fine, really, promise, she's fine. (She's not)

Oh jeez. Thomas either goes off, bitter that once again, even after 70 fucking years, his dad still doesn't care enough to see him, or has to grapple with the fact that mere weeks after he manifested in Hell and realized his dad had become one of its most powerful overlords, he was "murdered" live on the air before Tom could manage to get in contact with him.

Fucking typical either way. Vaughn Oxright, the neglectful father, or Vaughn Oxright, the man who died in a freak accident on live television. He may have picked a new name, but he's still the same man Tommy remembers.

[evita-shelby]

Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 19

Cw: suggestion of an illegal abortion(as an option)

Douglas hadn’t been expecting Thomas Shelby to call and order him to meet him at Diane’s Office.

The man sat on the desk Diane looked too young behind in and held as much authority as he did when he was the feared Sergeant Major of the 179th Company. It was his distinguished service in the tunnels that made the Crown turn a blind eye to his crimes, an open secret most knew.

“I would’ve asked to meet at a more relaxed setting, but I can’t risk getting caught with this.” The gangster turned politician offered him a medical file, one with all the signs of its legitimacy.

“Why?” Douglas asks wondering why this man who cannot stand his namesake would do this kindness.

“Because.” The same answer they always got during the war. This time it meant something different.

Because I’m a father too.

“If anyone asks, I called you here to discuss a job in the transportation department in my company. The file was retrieved from the physician that saw to your son and was misplaced by his nurse.” Shelby rubbed the cigarette on his lower lip before lighting it.

Douglas Bennett hasn’t run like this since Lois was born. He is out of breath and ready to collapse and by divine luck, finds Tom packing in his bedroom.

“Unpack, boy, you aren’t going anywhere!” Douglas tossed the file on the bed for him to see.

“How did you get this?” Tom does not open the file detailing some nonexistant thing that rendered him unfit to serve.

“Doesn’t matter, all that matters is that you won’t be coming back dead to me.” The older man is so relieved that he can’t help but grab his son’s head and kiss the mop of blond hair so like Vera’s. “You aren’t dying, Tom, you’re staying here away from the war.”

“Dad. I’m going, not gonna die there anyways.” They had never agreed on much, and yet this is the last thing he thought they would disagree on.

Tom has always placed himself first, his life, his fun. Tom’s selfishness always won and yet here he was refusing this last ticket to freedom thinking himself fucking immortal.

“That’s what everyone fucking says about it until your best friend dies in your bloody arms! Ships sink, they get attacked and you just can’t bullshit your way out of the prison camp or fucking death, Tom!” it always comes to him trying to shout sense into his bloody fucking head.

Stubborn as he was before the war. Douglas saw the boy who died in France so much he couldn’t live with him half the time.

“Diane’s seen it. I trust her visions, and if she says I’ll live long enough to marry her and give you grandchildren, then I know I’ll be fine wherever they send me.” Tom confessed his reasoning and resumed his packing.

“You’ve never believed in that bullshit and now you’re trusting someone’s who you’ve only known for less than six months?!” his father cannot wrap his head around how his son who doesn’t even believe in God believes a girl who claims to see the future.

“I believe her, and I’m going to marry her when the war fucking ends whether you like it or not.” He stands his ground, because of all the lessons he’s tried to teach him, that is what sticks in his thick head of his.

“Suit yourself then, boy.”

Those are the last words Douglas Bennett will speak to Tom until he returns from the Battle of River Plate.

“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” Diane’s voice is quiet and soft as they say goodbye at the station like all families and lovers are doing.

He has had the ring in his pocket since that morning and yet no moment feels right. Tom has never been one for thinking things through and living in the moment and yet this has him hesitating and doubting himself.

Perhaps it was because things had gone to shit with his old man again after he refused to present the phony certificate claiming he’s got some fucking heart condition, and his blind trust in Diane’s visions of his future.

He’d said goodbye to Lois who was getting on her own train as well and now he was here holding onto Diane who refuses to let go as if he was being sent out to die already instead of basic training.

“Yeah, gonna bore you to death with my letters so much you’ll know you’re worrying for nothing, Di.” He answered cradling her face in his hands and reminding himself it’s just basic training.

The blond is aware he could die in training too, but the vision Di had of them having a life after the war gives him the confidence to think himself immortal. That nothing will hurt him and that he won't come back as a shell of a man like his old man did.

Diane’s never been wrong.

“I love you.” She said holding back tears and the ring feels heavy in his pocket.

But he doesn’t reach for it, Tom knows she’d say yes, but it just doesn’t feel right.

“Steal away to Cornwall, and I’ll find a way to see you off-base, Di,” Tom leaned down to kiss her goodbye and added after, quietly as if it weren’t obvious, “I love you too.”

Lois knows she’s dome for when there is a second month she doesn’t bleed. There is no question about what led to this, and she hates there is no chance it wasn’t Charlie’s.

It would be easier if it had been him, no matter what decision she took he’d support her and do the right thing if need be.

“Did you ever think about what would happen if you and Tom weren’t playing it safe?” Lois rolls onto her side and sees Diane take her brother’s bed as if it always belonged to her.

She’d moved in here with them at dad’s suggestion. Not all the boarders were as nice as Mrs. Johnson, some distrusted her because of her Romani blood made worse by Tom’s presence almost every night in her bed.

So Lois’ dad asked her to stay one night and suddenly a month and a half later, Diane was living with them even if she still paid her rent to Mrs. Johnson.

“We’ve talked about it, well, more like joked. We agreed we’d get married and name the first girl Vera Eve after your mum and mine.” She spoke so sure of it, as if Tom’s ever been serious about anything longer than an hour.

“He’s serious when he wants to, or has some external force pushing him to be. The baby is Harry’s, a girl, by the way.”

The witch looked at her having heard her thoughts, how Tom dealt with this on a daily basis was beyond Lois’ understanding.

“I suppose Vera it is.” The Mancunian girl had really hoped it wouldn’t come to this.

One fucking time.

Single mother to Harry’s bastard baby daughter, just her fucking luck.

“You don’t have to, you know, there’s people you can go to. My mum knows someone in Birmingham who can do that.” Her mismatched eyes tell her she’s not kidding, that she really is suggesting an abortion.

Lois hadn’t considered she may have a way out.

She’d heard of it, as something wrong and dangerous and illegal, heard of women who pay to get rid of unwanted babies and go on living normal lives as if it never happened.

It was a tempting offer, something she wasn’t refusing right away because she isn’t even sure what she’s going to do with a baby.

“Don’t tell my dad or Tom, please. You know how they are.” The blue eyed girl pleaded and the witch nodded in understanding.

The distance between Manchester and Torpoint is enough that Diane only comes down twice a month and in her vardo hitched to horses and as a guest of a nearby farmer lending his land to some romani family Diane only met on her way here.

Tom knew Norman had his back and would cover him as he has always done, especially now that they’d be shipping out to the Falklands. There they’d go on to serve on the HMS Exeter in the warm and sunny part of the world. He’s a fleet arm air gunner, third class, just as she had said before the war became true as well.

If that came true then the rest will too, he reminds himself. He won’t die. He’ll be the same Tom who returns home. He’ll not become like his dad nor hers.

“Dad’s worrying for nothing, no reason for the gerries to be there. Just a bunch of trade ships.” The blond says tracing patterns on Diane’s bare back.

They don’t always fuck, some nights he just holds her pretending its still spring in Manchester. Does that now that his training is ending, and his first posting came.

Tonight he’d taken his time, committed each freckle and sound she made to memory. She’d follow him anywhere, but the Falklands isn’t somewhere she can go with ease.

“Argentina is a great admirer of the Germans, might be the only one who likes them in Latin America.” She knew about things like these because of her parents, figures she’d do her homework about his assignment before he even knows himself.

“Well, now they’ll admire the way I look in my uniform.” He joked hoping to put her at ease.

If she knew how it ends, why was she so worried?

“I’m gonna marry you. After the war, so I know I won’t die before that.” Tom had hoped for a better way to do this, and yet no place was as special to them as this canary yellow vardo.

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him again. “Is that why you’ve been carrying your mum’s ring in your pocket every time I come here?”

“Yeah, been wanting to since I left.” He answered leaning over to grab the coat from the bench next to the bed and finally popping the only question that’s ever made him truly nervous.

She’ll say yes, he knows she will.

[latenightgasstationwalk]

One time when I was in like 3rd grade the principal pulled me into a room and screamed in my face like a drill Sargent because I couldn’t hold still while we were in line to go on stage and preform a Christmas choir bullshit thing that I wanted no part in because I knew my parents weren’t able to come so it just felt like a huge waste of time to me. He got big big BIG mad, because as soon as he was done screaming at me, all I said was: “you’re dumb”

I was forced to preform in the dumb Christmas thing, but I did not sing, I only moved my mouth like I was singing.

Same principal who encouraged my parents to put me on aderall and scolded me in front of my entire class multiple times for not being able to eat. Because that totally doesn’t make you feel like a freak, if you don’t already, on account of being the only kid in your class that HAS to be on mini-meth pills to help you focus.

My 3rd grade teacher also made fun of me in front of my entire class for being on aderall, after she (along with my principal) grilled my mother about putting me on said aderall. I went home and told my mom about it and she immediately got in the car and took me to the school and went BIG MODE on this woman. I was outside the classroom but I could hear her going ape Shit on her. My mom was gettin thug in that elementary school. Love that woman. (Incase you’re curious She called on me to answer a question and I wasn’t sure where we were in the book and she said “wow did you take your pill this morning? I know you need it. You need all the help you can get” even my bad little Ass was like wooooow okay you can’t say that to me lmao)

My 8th grade music teacher made us all take a guitar class, this was some time before I had taken an interest in playing music, we all had to preform in front of the class. We could chose between smoke on the water, Elenor Rigby or some other song I don’t remember. I very foolishly chose Elenor Rigby over smoke on the water and totally ate shit in front of the class. She gave me a D (like verbally, in front of the whole class of course, everyone else got their grade in private. But not the freak. He exists to entertain us) and then Stated aloud “that’s okay Jay, you’re just not cut out for music”

Shows what she knows. I Fucking rip at the guitar now. What now miss Thomas, Whatchu guna say now, yeah that’s right you got nothin. *poorly plays cliffs of dover*

One time when I was in high school my best friend overdosed on purpose in an attempt to take his own life, and the SECRETARY, not a teacher, for no reason walked up to me after school and said “you’re a bad friend. I’d never let my friend do something like that” and I was literally like “😦” like. What the Fuck do you even say to that he didn’t even take them at school. I wasn’t FUCKING THERE WHEN HE DID IT YOU DORK.

One time, also in high school, I found a super useful truancy loophole. If you got sent home, they couldn’t send you a truancy ticket. But coincidentally, if you were seen on your phone they’d confiscate it. But if you refused to give them your phone they’d send you to the office. Where you would once again be asked to turn over your phone. If you said no again they’d send you home. So of course I’d just be texting all first period until someone told me to stop and then I’d just leave. Free truancy.

One time, also in high school, I got in trouble for peeing on the building during gym class, but I got away with it by insisting “it was an emergency”

One time in middle school some kid dumped an entire Dr. Pepper on the audio mixing board in the auditorium. It literally wasn’t me. They (principal, vice principal, and the janitor for some reason) walked right up to me during lunch and said that I did it. I had no idea what they were even talking about. I hadn’t even been in the auditorium at this point as it was like the 2nd week of school. They all pulled me into the office and tried to force me to confess to breaking “a $5000 piece of equipment” and I just kept stone walling them and saying it wasn’t me because I knew they had no proof because I DIDNT FUCKING DO IT. They eventually let me go, because they couldn’t prove that I did it, because I didn’t do it.

This other time in middle school, I dumped a whole Dr Pepper on this dumb audio mixing board thing

This other other time, also in middle school, we were given a project where we were supposed to do online research on a celebrity or historical figure and write an essay on their life and accomplishments. I couldn’t decide on who to pick, so I asked my aunt to help me out, she was a huge Elvis fan so she recommended him. I was like “sure okay” and wrote this big ass thing about Elvis’s life and everything and read it infront of the whole class. Every one was snickering at me the entire time but I had no idea why. Until I got done reading the essay and the teacher revealed to me that not only were we assigned people to do the report on, but the project was black history month themed, I don’t think I need to even explain the irony in doing an entire report on Elvis for a black history month themed project. (She was cool and gave me a D instead of an instant fail, which would have been totally understandable)

Also worth mentioning that by 4th grade I could barely see in front of my own face because of my dog shit vision and my parents refused to by me glasses because I kept breaking them. I didn’t get another pair of glasses until my first job when I turned 18. So for alot of these stories I’m also like legally blind.

This other time, when I was in the juvenile detention center, I was sitting in my teachers chair doing an impression of him to make the other kids laugh, because he wasn’t in the room. Except he was in the room. And these teachers can hit you. He like clotheslined me out of the chair and dragged me around by my neck screaming “YOU THINK THATS FUCKING FUNNY??” I didn’t say anything because, between the lack of airflow to my lungs and the crazed laughter, I couldn’t talk at all.

Same year at the same place, they we’re giving kids from one of the high schools in the area a tour of the facility, for some reason. And I once again got grabbed by my neck and dragged into a room and screamed at because I walked by 2 girls from the high school and said “hey ladies :)” what a terrible terrible child I was.

I was ASKED to stop showing up to school my sophomore year. Which I gladly agreed too.

My school experience was so whack.

[werewolfetone]

Really ill on what was meant to be my mental health Break From It All day thomas had never seen such bullshit before

[demona-andariel]

A Simple Act of Kindness - 19 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,743

Chapter 19 - Hope

Hope.

She felt like an idiot. Why the hell did she let herself fall into a fantasy? Her rapist falling in love with her? Winning his family over? Them seeing her as something other than a babymaker and eventual food that she very clearly was at the beginning.

Delusional is what you are. A god damn fool.

Thomas’s large hand held onto hers firmly. Almost as if he was worried she’d pull away. But, she wasn’t lying when she said she was done. Of course, her brain kept insisting on falling back to that hopeless romantic she apparently was. It wanted to believe there is a better future. That all her hard work to win Thomas over wasn’t in vain. That his family could learn to accept her.

She suppressed a snort. That probably wasn’t possible now. And even if they did accept her and pulled her into their circle for some fucked up reason. She couldn’t picture any possible way she’d ever forgive Hoyt. It would have to be some massive apology to change her mind.

“You ain’t blood.”

A sting of pain ran up her right arm as she dug her fingernails into the palm of her hand. As if that would ever happen. Him apologize? Actually be sorry? A silly fantasy of him groveling at her feet, flashed through her mind. He would try, Thomas would make him, but she'd stomp on his hand and cock in defiance.

The anger that filled her body quickly evaporated into defeat and her shoulders slumped. It would never come true. Nothing even close. She needed to remind herself of that. Needed to stop living in a fantasy. Hoyt would never be sorry for what he did. The Hewitts would never see her more than a babymaker. Thomas would never be by her side demanding his uncle make amends to her.

Thomas paused by the door and picked up her hat. There was no hesitation as he set it on her head. The bandage on his left hand drew her attention. There’d been a fight last night, a major argument. She had heard shouting, Luda Mae screaming, things were thrown and broken. Thomas had clearly punched someone. Hoyt? Probably. How could it not be? The way Thomas flew out of their room when they heard Hoyt's laughter upon his return. The anger in Thomas's face.

She felt her stomach drop with fear. She'd never seen him that angry before. And hopefully, he'd never show her that side of him. Although, she probably would sooner rather than later.

Yesterday had gone a little bit differently than what she expected. She didn’t plan on bearing her soul to Thomas. Didn’t plan on saying a word or acknowledging the rape.

Thomas probably thought she went down into the basement to end her life. She didn’t even notice the knife was in her hand until Thomas showed up. He was so scared, and it made sense. Had she been someone else she probably would have already done it. Ended her life. Unfortunately, despite all that had happened, her god damn brain kept insisting it wanted to live. Wanted to keep pushing forward because maybe, just maybe things would get better.

Idiot.

She probably didn’t need to tell Thomas that Hoyt raped her. He had to have known. How could he not? His family didn’t keep secrets from him. Hoyt was probably a step ahead of her and told Thomas she’d seduced him or some bullshit excuse. Most likely claimed her fucked her ass or mouth because “the baby has to be Tommy’s”.

It did somewhat surprise her Thomas’s reaction. His stunned surprise. But then she had to remind herself that maybe he was lied to. That Thomas was stunned to find out Hoyt raped her pussy. There was a possibility that if she was pregnant it was Hoyt’s. Small, but possible.

She clenched her jaw at the thought. Would it be telling? Did it matter in the end?

From there she just found herself blurting out everything she’d been wanting to say. Consequences be damned. What more could she lose? Her life? Not yet, she still had to have at least one baby.

It was surprisingly easy to shut down from there. To no longer care what happened to her. Rape? Beatings? Isolation? Tied up? Hung up? She didn’t have the energy to give a damn about her fate.

But none of that happened, much to her surprise. He didn’t try to “reclaim” her. Didn’t try to hurt her for lying to him. In fact, she was sure he wanted to feel free with him. Safe. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. And, she didn’t care enough to try anymore. He probably didn’t fully grasp what she had told him anyway. He could turn on her, once it all kicked in.

Thomas messed with her hat for a moment, tugging and pulling till he was satisfied with the way it set on her head. His eyes creased behind his mask from a smile. She resisted the urge to mess with his mask in kind. The leather mask he’d put on was his best one in her opinion, and thankfully not his favorite human made one. It was the one he knew she preferred of all the others. Not that she could put much meaning behind that.

The calluses on his palm brushed her cheek as he moved her hair back behind her ear. She couldn’t help but lean into his warm hand.

“He loves you,” the romantic in her said. Perhaps he did, but he was just making things harder for them. His love for his family would always trump his love for her. And sooner, rather than later, he’d prove it once and for all. Better to expect it now than to have her heart crushed and grounded again.

She pulled away.

Thomas slowly clenched his fingers, then he walked away.

Elizabeth gulped as his warm presence left her side, leaving her alone at the front door. Suddenly, her heart started to beat faster with fear.

He’ll be back.

He hadn’t left her side all day yesterday till the fight. They had spent the whole day in their room. Not fucking. Not doing much of anything for that matter. Thomas stood by the door as if he was guarding her. Protecting her. And she sat on the bed. A part of her wanted to go to sleep, because he was there and wouldn’t let any harm come to her. She hadn’t slept much over the last four days. But, only nightmares awaited her unconscious mind.

Elizabeth’s musings were interrupted as Thomas returned. He set down a picnic basket then opened the door. Despite the early hour, it was already hot outside.

Dishes clanged and cluttered in the kitchen, catching her attention. Luda Mae probably. Elizabeth gave the house a quick glance. She didn’t see anyone. She hadn’t seen anyone since the day before yesterday. When Thomas came back after the fight he didn’t let her leave, bringing dinner up for them.

Thomas turned and held out his arm to her. She automatically placed her hand on his arm and let him escort her out. Such a gentleman. They probably looked like such a pretty couple, dressed in their Sunday best. Thomas in one of his nice suits and her in a pretty sundress.

Hope.

Elizabeth quickly squashed those feelings, embracing the numbness.

Time. That was all that was needed. A little bit of time before the truth hit Thomas. Or till he gave up. His family would eventually win out. It was better this way. For her. Why did she even bother trying in the first place? A babymaker. That was all she was at the end.

The wind causing her dress swirl a little. Heat rushed inside of her as her heart picked up and fear spiked through her. She didn’t want to wear a dress, but Thomas had set it out and she wasn’t about to disobey him. But, she felt so vulnerable, despite Thomas being by her side.

She turned her head and glanced behind her at the old house. The dirty, yellow windows hid any evidence that they were being watched. But, Hoyt had always been watching her before, she was sure he probably watched her now.

Hoyt.

Oddly enough, it wasn’t Hoyt raping her that truly broke her. Sure, it was a part of it, but she would have gotten past that. She was strong after all. A fighter. Life kept throwing her lemons and she kept making God damn lemonade with each situation.

She could have pushed through. She would have. Would have healed and gotten stronger. But it was his words that did her in.

How happy the bastard whistled during the rest of the car ride back. Happy as could be because he got what he wanted while she had a war within herself. There was almost immediate regret that she had left the engagement ring on the ground. Fuck him! Hoyt was trying to get into her head and she let him. Thomas loved her and she was sure he would stand by her side.

Except, the moment she stepped out of the car and she saw Thomas her heart dropped and she knew she was wrong. His eyes had fallen immediately on her stomach. There was a giddy joy to him and excitement. A child waiting with glee to open his present.

When she walked up to him he’d placed his hand on her stomach.

Babies.

What a fool she’d been. He looked confused when she placed her hand on his cheek, slowly rubbing that leather mask. But, she had to say goodbye to the man she erroneously believed he was. The fantasy she indulged to cope with her situation. A stupid hope that he saw her as more than just a babymaker. That he could be her partner and truly protect or avenge her. But, she realized that Hoyt was right. The way he looked past her at his uncle in confusion, wanting an answer from that man. Not her.

Elizabeth let out a deep breath. No tears. But, she was tired and drained. She didn’t have the energy to cry.

The hot air cooled slight as they walked into the woods, the large trees covered the morning sun. Where was he taking her? The little meadow where he proposed popped into her mind. Her muscles tensed and she felt the overwhelming urge to run away. The man was giving her false hope.

Thomas lowered his arm and interlaced his fingers with hers. She absentmindedly squeezed his hand back, but focused on the ground.

She just needed to remind herself that he didn’t understand and wouldn’t be able to understand that he was giving her false hope. That no matter how much he tried to show his love it wouldn’t matter in the end. She didn’t matter. His family did. Having babies did. She was just a means to an end.

The insects of the forest made their presence known, filling the silence with their calls as Thomas walked Elizabeth further into the woods. She felt empty.

She’d given up. She hated herself for that decision. Always a fighter. At least, that’s how she used to view herself. Fighter for others never yourself. There was a reason why she fell for Thomas, despite everything he’d done, his family had done. Looking back, she was pretty sure her feelings had deepened toward him when he took care of her a few months ago when she got sick.

No one had ever taken care of her like that before. When she woke up with a fever she figured she’d have to deal with it on her own. Probably push herself and pretend to get better. But nope, Thomas refused to let her get out of bed. And he didn’t leave her side till he was satisfied she was better. She didn’t necesssarily need him. It wasn’t as if she were dying. But it was nice to see someone worry about her. He took care of her then, just like he tried to take care of her last night.

Hope.

Elizabeth gritted her teeth. No! She had to squash that feeling again that he’d done it for her. She had to think of him in a less romantic light. He was her rapist after all. The man who forced her to stay with him. Right, he didn’t let her leave the room because he was in fear that she’d harm or even kill herself. If he attacked his uncle then it wasn’t to avenge her, but because he was upset that Hoyt raped her pussy. That Hoyt may have gotten her pregnant and the baby had to be Thomas’s.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Thomas stopped in his tracks. She found herself pressing against his body as butterflies filled her stomach with nerves. Slowly, she raised her gaze from the ground to look around. She didn’t recognize the area. But they hadn’t been walking for that much time. So, they were near the house. The butterflies intensified as her eyes fell on the structure in front of them.

They stood before a little cabin.

Overgrown shrubbery grew around and on the cabin. She wasn’t entirely sure it was livable. Thomas stepped forward and she automatically followed him.

The screen door was actually well intact, not sporting any large holes due to neglect. She blinked in stunned surprise as the main door didn’t fall apart when he opened it. The hinges squeaked and groaned, but held the door firmly to the frame. Thomas placed his hand on the small of her back, encouraging her forward.

She stopped only a few steps into the cabin. The insides looked almost as bad as the outside. It smelled of dust and possible mildew. Leaves piled in a corner near a broken window. Was it even fixable? Livable?

There was a large couch by a wall and a loveseat near it. Both were facing a fireplace and a sheet covered them. The fireplace was interesting. She’d never lived in Texas, she was a Northern girl after all. She wasn’t sure if a fireplace was even needed. But it did look nice.

The place had clearly been worked on at some point. Not recently though. She could see the thin layer of dust on the floor and furniture. Wooden beams stood ready for drywall to be attached to them to create walls to separate the rooms. But, from where she stood, most of the house was rather open and visible.

Why bring her here?

Hope.

Her heart picked up its pace as she desperately tried to squash that feeling. She gulped before turning her gaze to Thomas.

The floorboards creaked with each step he took. He set the picnic basket down in the kitchen area before nonchalantly reaching out and tugging on a wooden beam. It was as if he was testing how sturdy it was. She half expected it to snap and for the whole house to topple onto them, but it didn’t.

He moved around, carefully tapping the wood and testing it as if this was the first time he’d entered the cabin as well. As if he knew what he was doing.

Hope.

Closing her eyes, Elizabeth took in a deep breath and let it out. No. They were there for a different reason. They were probably going to sell the house and they needed someone to majorly clean it or something.

Her fingers gripped the fabric at the top of the couch. Yeah, clean and polish so that another family of cannibals would live on the Hewitt land. Opening her eyes, Elizabeth found Thomas.

He stood in the corner of the room. Behind him she could see the way into what she assumed was the kitchen. His eyes were soft, but his body slightly tensed. He was watching her carefully. It was almost as if he was holding his breath.

Hope.

“Don’t do this,” she whispered.

His eyes widened slightly. He didn’t expect that. Neither did she. She felt her heart pound hard in her chest.

“Please, Thomas. Don’t give me hope,” her voice cracked. “You’ll kill me.”

He quickly shook his head and took a step toward her, hands reaching out. She rushed backwards, hitting the front door hard with her back. Her whole body screamed to run away, but she couldn’t lower her hands to turn the doorknob and appease her flight reflex.

“Don’t,” she whimpered. Her hands moved automatically in front of her as if she could stop him. But, she couldn’t handle it. Not anymore. She was barely hanging on by a thread. She was going to lose her goddamn mind, her will to live. And for whatever reason, she didn’t want to. This was the only way she could survive. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Just let them do whatever they wanted and expect nothing good to happen. Be the mother of his children and watch them be raised without having a say. Just be. That’s all she wanted now. To just be even if that wasn’t really living.

Thomas took a step back. He looked away for a moment. She couldn’t move, could barely breath as she watched his movements. He set down the bag, he had slung over his shoulder, onto the end table by the couch.

Her whole body remained tense, stiff. She was unable, unwilling to give in to hope. Hope that perhaps she did have a higher value than Hoyt was making it seem. That Thomas was her ally. Her partner. That he was devastated and angry at his family and at Hoyt for what Hoyt did to her. That he would stand by her side.

Sifting through the bag, Thomas froze. She saw him gulp. Clearing his throat, he stood up and pulled a book out.

A wave of disappointment washed over her. So dramatic over a stupid book? She did like reading, but a book wasn’t going to fix the situation. Wasn’t going to make her feel better or give her the reassurance she needed.

Thomas walked toward her and she tried to shrink back. But there was nowhere for her to go. Stopping in front of her, he grabbed her hand with his free one. She refused to look at it as she stared up at him. Her mouth opened and closed in a silent plea. Thomas didn’t take the book away. Instead, he closed her fingers around it before taking a few steps back, giving her room to breathe.

The weight and feel was oddly familiar. Dropping her shoulders, she lowered her gaze. She did tell herself she would do whatever he wanted and not argue, after all.

Her eyes widened and her world swirled on her.

“My… my album,” she heard herself say, but she didn’t recognize voice. Her mind remained blank, refusing to believe just yet. It had to be a dream. Her imagination.Wishful thinking perhaps?

With reverent care, she opened to the first page. The first two pictures were of her and her brother at their local fair. Both were doing their best to make a silly face in one photo. The other photo she had her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips pressed to his cheek.

Hope.

Butterflies filled her stomach. No, she couldn’t allow herself that hope. Snapping the album shut, she looked up at him. Anger bubbled inside of her.

“I… I get to keep it?” she asked, her voice was soft with fear. Those weren’t the words she wanted to say. She wanted to scream at him and demand he burn it. Or beg him not to give it to her. To throw it away in front of her. Not give her hope.

He nodded his head.

She felt her legs buckles as her knees gave out on her, but she couldn’t do anything about that. Thomas’s boots scrapped the wooden floor and suddenly, his strong arms wrapped around her, catching her before she hit the ground.

He easily lifted her up, pressing her tightly to his chest. Her fingers clenched onto the album tightly. It was a strange feeling as her body moved through the air while Thomas held her.

He moved them to a couch and sat. It creaked and groaned from their weight. His fingers pressed hard against her body, not letting her go. She didn’t want him to let her go and wrapped one arm around his neck to hug him. The album pressed between them.

Hope.

No! She shook her head on his shoulder. She couldn’t allow herself to give in. Thomas’s family meant everything to him. She wasn’t blood. She wasn’t family.

Lifting her eyes, she meet his hazel ones. Soft. Caring. She couldn’t help but shake her head.

“Thomas,” she whispered, fresh tears started to flow down her cheeks. That was all she could say. Her throat refused to give any other sounds.

Thomas released her legs and moved his free hand up to his leather mask. He didn’t hesitate in taking it off. Her fingers reached out to caress his face, like she’d grown accustomed to doing. She wanted him to be comfortable with being himself around her. No matter what he looked like.

He closed his eyes for a moment, clearly enjoying her touch. Then, grabbing her hand, he brought it to his mouth to kiss it. It was difficult to breathe. Difficult to comprehend or allow herself to believe what was happening.

Her eyes fell on his scrapped knuckles. She sniffled.

“You… you beat him up because he raped me? Not…not because you were worried he got me pregnant?”

Her light brown eyes raised to met his hazel ones. Since he couldn't talk she learned to read his face a little. And his eyes couldn’t lie to her.

He held her gaze and firmly nodded his head. Letting her hand go, he reached out and stroked her cheek. Her whole body trembled as she fought with herself. She couldn't give in. The album was just another thing that could be used against her. Taken away from her.

A sound came out of his mouth. His throat moved and he grimaced then frowned in frustration. He was clearly trying to make a certain sound and couldn’t.

“Thomas-” He placed his finger on her lips, silencing her and shook his head.

His throat moved as he swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment. He let out a long breath. Then, squaring his shoulders he focused on her again. There was so much determination in his eyes.

“Ww,” he coughed and grimaced.

Tightening his grip on her with his left hand, he set his right hand on her chest and cleared his throat.

“Wife.” The word came out forced, just a little high pitched and clearly hurt.

Wife.

Hope.

Chapter 20 - To Trust, Just One Last Time

[imitation-steamroller]

More Headcanons!

I live!

- After everything he has been through (Jumping over canyons and bridges, nearly falling into molten slag, getting lost at sea, etc.), Thomas does not fear death. At this point, he half believes that Lady herself couldn’t drag him to the afterlife. And sometimes when he’s bragging about it too much, she’s half tempted to show him she could...

- Frankie 100% bullshitted her way out of trouble at the end of JBS. If she hadn’t seen an opportunity to get Thomas off her back and some actual willing help from the experimental engines, she would have quietly and reluctantly faced the consequences for her and Hurricane’s actions.

- Duchess is usually LMS maroon, but she was pulling a bit of a ‘Henry Sees Red’ during The Royal Engine. Between you and me, she has been considering asking for a new color. Maybe indigo?

- Remember Alice, the little girl from Thomas and the Birthday Mail? She grew up to be Rosie’s driver! I like to think she played a hand in Rosie deciding to switch to red.

- If you ever use Thomas’ firebox to cook food, you had better give him some. If you have the gall to use him as an oven and not share your bacon, he’ll make sure your food is burned for at least a month.

- Emily has a special interest in flowers and at any given time, she’ll drop the most disconcerting facts out of nowhere. James wishes he could go back to not knowing about corpse flowers.

- Emily knows party tricks! She can puff smoke rings and blow steam out of her mouth. Percy has been hounding her for lessons on how to do the former.

- Don’t ever say something is impossible or too hard for Emily to learn or she’ll brute force her way into learning it to prove you wrong. Honestly, she’s learned a lot from that method.

- Back when Rosie was pink, some rather rude enthusiasts had something to say about her choice in livery. To the surprise of many, it was the shy and quiet Molly who came to Rosie’s defense. In fact, she gave them such a thorough tongue lashing that they never came back!

- For all his bluster, Ace is an average racer at best. In fact, he was only in that worldwide rally because another racer couldn’t make it.

- By the end of Thomas’ time in India, Noor Jehan wasn’t too fond of the tank engine. In her defense, you can only screw up so many times before it stops seeming endearing and starts looking incompetent.

- While Rebecca is generally a nice and happy-go-lucky engine, she plays it up a bit to mask her own insecurities. Lately, Gordon and Nia have been trying to show her that she doesn’t need to.

- Having been built in Sweden, Ashima and the Culdee Fell engines but this isn’t about them knows some Swedish. But it’s been so long since she or her siblings spoke it that she doubts she can hold a conversation.

- Rosie didn’t receive the best welcome when she first arrived Sodor. By then, the big engines were thoroughly done with the Big Station’s revolving door of pilots, and planned on not getting attached to the latest one.

- James has a habit of stealing borrowing Daisy’s eyeliner, especially during special occasions. He does like to look his best after all.

[noforkingclue]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a request where reader gets possessed by a ghost of your choice. Bonus if ghost and reader hated each other, so they have to get along since they’re stuck with each other for a whole day?

If you can, please, thank you and have a good day.

Note: request are currently closed

Of course I can! I went with Julian for this and went with enemies to kind of friends. So this is a platonic fic.

Hope you like it!

Title: Pranks

BBC Ghosts tag list: @violetlucreziastuff, @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“Alison,” Alison winced at the sound of yours and Julian’s voices, “Something terrible has happened.”

You marched into Alison and Mike’s room. Alison clutched her mug of tea and shrunk back into the pillows. Julian’s hand was on your shoulder and you waved an angry hand at him.

“Why the fuck doesn’t he have any trousers?” you snapped

“Wait,” Alison sat up, almost spilling her tea, “You can see him?”

“I’ll find you find that plenty of people have died in worse ways than me.” Said Julian

“Oh yes,” you sneered, “But none more embarrassing Mr Died in a Sex Scandal.”

“I-“

“How, how can you see him?” asked Alison

“No fucking clue. Probably something to do with his hand on my shoulder.” You said

“Look, Alison-”

Julian tried to raise his right hand and at the same time pulled your shoulder with it. You let out a frustrated cry and glared at the ghost. Mike stuck his head in the room when he heard the commotion. He glanced between you and the exhausted looking Alison who just said,

“Ghost stuff.”

*

“So,” you said as you marched through the halls of Button House, “What made you think it was a good idea to try and touch me.”

“Well, you see-“

“And no politician bullshit,” you said, “Have enough of that already. I don’t need any more coming from you.”

Julian fell silent and you could see he was trying to work out an answer. You smirked at the ghost you just glared at you.

“I thought politicians were good at thinking of their feet.”

“We are.”

“Then why are you so shit?”

“I am not!”

Julian tried to raise his hands but grumbled when he realised it was still stuck to your shoulder.

“And nothing like this has happened before?”

“No.”

You grumbled as you continued to stomp around the Hall. Julian glared at you as he had no choice but to follow you. You were stuck like this for God knows how long so you had to make the best of a shit situation. You came to a sudden stop, smirking.

“Do any of the others know about this?”

“Oh no,” said Julian, “No one else was around and we went straight to Alison remember? It wasn’t that long ago that it happened. Didn’t realise you had such a poor memory.”

“No,” you said after taking a deep breath, “What I was thinking about was maybe we could prank the others.”

*

“Ok,” whispered Julian, who was surprisingly up for your idea, “So Thomas is sitting in the room by the window.”

“Right.”

“Look left a bit more.”

“This good?”

“I suppose it’ll do. And you remember what you need to say to him.”

“I’m not the person who has an issue remembering lines.”

“Just hurry up and get on with it.”

“Right.”

You took a deep breath and walked into the room. You looked directly at where Julian said Thomas was sitting and said,

“Afternoon Thomas. Awful business with this,” you waved a hand at Julian, “And completely unexpected. Never knew that this was a side effect of Julian’s powers and now I’m stuck with this pillock for who knows how long. Oh well, I suppose it’s nice to finally see you guys and see what Alison has to put up with.”

You nodded and continued walking. Just before you left the room you turned around and said,

“By the way, I’d appreciate it is you stopped watching me sleep. Kinda creepy.”

You had to stop yourself from bursting out laughing when Julian said,

“You should’ve seen the look on his face!”

“What’s he doing?”

“Running to Alison.”

“Great!”

You grinned at Mike as you passed him by. He was standing on the staircase and raised his eyebrows at you. Part of you felt bad that he couldn’t see that ghosts.

“So,” Mike folded his arms as he watched you talking to yourself, “You can’t actually see them right?”

“Just Julian.”

“And now I feel like the odd one out!”

“Don’t worry, you’re not missing much,” you tried to re-assure him, “So, who do you want to prank next? The Captain?”

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Ep 6 - The Underdwellers

"You play chicken long enough, you fry." (I can't 😆 )

Bats: You think I'm crazy, don't you? Alfred: In what way, sir?

"You have a fine flair for the dramatic, sir." (that he does)

He got that 3D face

This tiny interaction 🥹 >>>

He a father fo sho

Alfred: “M-me? But I know nothing of children?” Batman:

(THAT SMIIIIILE - so cute - only around Alfred)

Bats: “Hahaha… I wonder if I was that much trouble”

THIS! 😩

Bats: "BELOVED CHILDREN???"

Thomas had never seen such bullshit before

NEVEEEEEEEEEER falls into the abyss

(sike he survived - unfortunately)

“I don’t pass sentences. That’s for the courts! But THIS TIME... this time, I am SORELY tempted to do the job myself.” - Batman

Look at this baddie <3

(HE'S SO COOL)

Well, I'm pretty happy with this one!

-Iris out

[azure-aeon-dragonica]

Thomas had never seen such bullshit before

Goofy ass Thom expression from the old episodes my beloved

[falconedreams]

Mistaken Time-Travelling Shootouts

Last night I dreamt I saw 2 men coaxing this young boy into their van, saying that they were his uncles. So, I called the police. Yes, I know, what a busybody I am, right. Maybe they really were his uncles, right? But I thought that better a misunderstanding than an actual kidnapping, right? 

Nope! I was wrong. I called the police, and they really were his uncles, and they really were there on the orders of his mother, but it didn’t end with just me being scolded for being a busybody. Nooooo, it turned out that the entire reason the boy’s mother had sent the uncles was because the little girl whom the boy had been playing with prior to the “”kidnapping”” was the daughter of a rival gang’s boss, who’d killed the boy’s father. And because I'd stopped the uncles from quietly bringing the boy home by calling the police, the rival gang boss came down to find his daughter being all “Noo why are you taking my friend away!!”  and a fucking shootout erupted in the middle of a grocery store.

This being Singapore, however, firearms are highly restricted, so even the most notorious of gangsters were only able to get their hands on extremely lame 6-shot handguns, and on top of that, everyone was absolutely horrible at shooting, so the initial shootout ended pretty quickly, with nobody getting hurt, only collateral damage. So as we were all awkwardly staring at each other like “what now?” the PEAKY BLINDERS stormed out of a cleaning supplies closet with machine guns and went “THIS ESTABLISHMENT IS NOW UNDER THE MANAGEMENT OF THE PEAKY BLINDERS!!”

Then we all looked at them awkwardly. I finally managed to find my voice long enough to pipe up, “Oi, this is Singapore, mate.” Then Arthur Shelby awkwardly stammered out “....WELL IT’S A COLONY INNIT?! WE HAVE JURISDICTION!!” I was about to tell him, no, it’s 2022, Singapore gained independence a long time ago, when Thomas turned to the others and was like “Are you sure you put 120 minutes?!” Then John Shelby turned pale and ran back into the storage room for a couple minutes, and then ran out again shouting, “SHIT, NO, IT WAS ON YEARS!!” 

Then Thomas was like “SHIT, SORRY, EVERYONE BACK IN!!” and hustled his family back into the storage room, but not before Arthur swiped a bunch of bananas because he said he’d “Never seen them so fresh before!” Then once the PB disappeared, everyone went back to fighting, but with throwing crates and produce because no one had any ammo left. 

Just the kind of bullshit that you’d see on CrimeWatch. Very fitting for SG.

[trollingyoualways]

[izzyliker]

i saw a post earlier with like 1k notes that was claiming that "jonny was going to kill off martin and only wrote jonmartin because he saw the chance to pander to his audience" which is just patently false??? like the op was completely misinformed and it was so frustrating bc they dont have anon on and their post was spreading really awful misinfo

HUH???????????????????????