#also jonesy his name yeah

[lizaisdrawing]

My friend says they wanna kiss human Jonesy lol (don’t know if they were given a name)

Tell ur friend to get behind me, I was here first‼️

[soupbabe]

Okay so what about the Sinclair bros with a gn!S/O that really loves animals? Like they’ll come home and be like “I found these cats/dogs, can we keep them?” Even though they already have one (ily jonesy). Cause that’s gonna be me in the future lmao

The Sinclairs with an S/o that Loves Animals

I loved writing this! Def gets sillier as we go down to each Sinclair

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew

Vincent Sinclair

- Okay okay hear me out: he's probably the most stern when it comes to not keeping around animals

- Even if they're cute and you look cute with them, someone around here has to put their foot down

- He just knows that you just want more you can handle 🤷

- But he's not a total downer, he'll help put out leftovers for the strays that come by

- Plus he likes studying them as they come by, it makes for good and quick practice

Bo Sinclair

- Bo wishes he could be as stern as Vincent when it comes to you

- Like yeah he's a pretty stubborn guy, but you show him a fluffy cat and he's all done

- He'll still act like he doesn't like it, he'll roll his eyes and call it a "thing," but he's going to the pet store once you turn your back

- Bo would want to name it Brutus or some kind of intimidating name, I imagine a whole afternoon dedicated to a heated debate over the name of the new pet

- Catch him being lovey dovey to an animal? No you didn't.

Lester Sinclair

- Are you kidding me? You don't even have to ask if you want to keep the animal

- Literally it doesn't matter what kind of animal it is- could be a literal raccoon and he won't mind

- I think he also makes a habit of bringing in animals too- especially the ones he finds on the road

- He has a good estimate of which ones actually have a chance to make it, so he'll take a quick break at Ambrose to hand them off to you!

- Literally it's the cutest thing, y'all have a whole cabinet filled with first aid for animals and the Vet from the next town over's number on speed dial

[goldielia]

when jack met cassy

a part of: untouchable au

when cassy entered the mclaren garage on sunday to start getting ready for the canadian grand prix, she firstly found their social media admin and one of her closest friends in the paddock, anne.

mclaren had a close-knit group of girls consisting of cassy, anne, her girlfriend sabrina who was one of two team photographers and charlotte, who was a law student currently doing an internship at mclaren.

it had become a routine for the four of them to sit on the step to the pit wall for a second to chat before any grand prix. it was also usually the time cassy got to ask anne about the vip guests of the weekend which she did first things first ever since she missed when tom holland visited.

“uh, there’s not much going on today. some hockey players should show up though, you know, charlie’s brother and them”, anne looped her in while staring at her ipad. “eh, alright.” cassy murmured, slightly disappointed.

with a last tap of her own papaya-coloured high top converse against anne’s white and orange air force she got up to start getting ready for the race.

jack couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. he was going to see his sister again AND his first f1 race. lottie usually worked for mclaren during the summer break of the academic year, being located in cambridge for her studies, so when she invited him to see both her and the race in canada he instantly said yes.

they agreed to meet just before the entrance to the paddock so she could give him, cole and trevor (who she graciously invited as well) their passes. jack had been jittery the whole way there, not having seen his twin since christmas.

leaning onto a lamp post in front of the gate was a blonde girl, wearing black mom jeans, a mclaren t-shirt tucked into them and orange old school vans. he instantly ran towards her, charlotte barely being able to save the binder she held before jack tackled her into a crushingly tight hug that she returned with equal force.

after she’d given cole and trevor a side hug each and handed each of them a garage pass, the group entered through the gate and lottie talked them through the paddock on the way to the mclaren garage.

after she showed them their spots and told them about the screens and headsets she caught up with jack for a bit before a whirlwind of red curls brushed past them, grabbed her wrist and whisked her away to the steps in front of the pit wall where anne and sabrina had claimed their place already.

“charlotte-i-don’t-know-your-middle-name-hughes! tell me your brother’s not the one in the middle, please” cassy looked at charlotte with wide eyes. “uh, my middle name’s ruby, actually. but yeah, that’s jack. left is cole, right is trevor.” charlotte answered, confusion evident on her face.

cassy only groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “are all your brothers that pretty? your parents must be like greek gods or somethin’” she mumbled into her hands. sabrina smirked, looking at them over her shoulder as she was walking back to the garage with anne, both of them having to work some more before the grand prix. “i think our cass just experienced love at first sight”

charlie gasped and smiled teasingly at that, prying cassy’s hands away from her face. “you gonna make a move?“

“would you like, be okay with that? and are you sure he’s single?” “of course i’m okay with that, cass! i’m not blind you know. also he’s been staring at you like ever since you grabbed me.” cassy tore her eyes away from charlie and towards the garage instead.

the pretty boy from earlier, jack hughes as she now knew, was indeed staring at her. “also, he’s definitely single. i can-” charlie’s sentence and cassy’s staring were interrupted by lando’s voice. “jonesy, hughesy, come on we need to do the rule run down!”

fortunately for jack and less so for cassy, her workspace wasn’t far from the guest area. which meant he could watch her and she couldn’t concentrate because she felt his eyes on her.

the grand prix itself wasn’t too eventful, 11th place for oscar and 13th for lando. both cassy and charlie were needed after the race though, to review the penalty lando had gotten for “unsportsmanlike behaviour”.

charlie’s department handled the rules for each grand prix as well as topics like filing lawsuits over penalties. cassy as one of lando’s engineers was tasked with reviewing all the video material she could get her hands on to find something that could have the penalty taken back, or at least reviewed.

on her way to the conference room though, when cassy passed by jack, she slipped a tiny piece of paper into his hand, catching his eyes quickly to smirk at him.

he wanted to chat her up at least but she was rushed along before his brain could form a single word. instead, he opened the note. it read “you’re really pretty. text me?” with a little heart and a number, presumably her phone number on it.

before he could even try folding the paper back up he was already fighting for balance, both cole and trevor having read the note and started teasingly nudging him with their elbows, matching excited grins on their faces.

“did jacky get himself a girlfrieeeend?” trevor sing-songed into his ear. before he could continue though, charlie apprared in front of them, index finger poking jack’s chest.

“i love you but if you fuck this up i’m not guaranteeing for anything” she warned, serious blue eyes drilling into his identical ones to make sure he understood her. he grabbed her hand, eyes just as serious as hers, and spoke “if i find a way to fuck this up, lottie, please make sure i regret it.”

[enbysiriusblack]

as promised when i ate starchaser ice cream. here is some jegulus:

"So Ed's on Saturday, then Jonesy's the week after and on that Tuesday is quidditch at mine, but we might have to change it to yours if we get another gnome infestation. Then the next weekend after that Em's throwing a party but it's at Florence's boyfriend's, and it's for Mary. Oh and then that Friday though, is the match against Puddlemore so we're all meeting up there then going to Benjy's but only if we win, if you wanted to come to that?"

James had started zoning Caradoc out after ten minutes of the boy inviting him to their seemingly endless summer plans, but clapped him on the back nonetheless.

"I'll ask Sirius and get back to you, mate."

Caradoc nodded, "Right, but also we're heading down to Italy the last week of summer cause Jonesy has family there but the family are going to be in England for the week so we'll have the place to ourselves."

James grinned, "Oh, well we'll def be free for that one", he turned to Caradoc, starting to walk backwards with ease, "Do we need to bring much or?"

He was promptly interrupted by a body slamming into him and thudding to the ground.

James whirled around, "Watch where you're walking!"

Regulus black glanced at him with a frown as he stood back up, straightening up his robes and grabbing his bag from the floor.

He began to walk away without a word.

James huffed, turning around and ignoring Caradoc calling his name in confusion.

"Hey Regulus."

"Hello", Regulus muttered, eyes fixated on the ground.

James continued walking by his side, "How are you?" He drawled.

"Fine."

James lifted a hand up to his hair, mussing it up, "Sorry about knocking you over, I guess. Although you should've been looking where you were going."

Regulus frowned directly at him, "You were the one walking backwards."

James rolled his eyes, "Where you heading to then?"

"Class."

James nodded.

"Why are you following me?"

James scoffed at that "I'm not! I'm having a conversation with you."

"Why?"

James shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "Caradoc started pissing me off."

Regulus finally looked away from James and focused straight ahead to the empty corridor, "I don't know who that is."

James laughed.

"I wasn't making a joke."

"Sure, but it was still funny."

Regulus muttered under his breath, "But it wasn't a joke."

James turned to face Regulus, walking backwards once again.

"If you run into someone else, are you going to leave and follow them next?"

James grinned, "Nah."

Regulus went a little pink at that, and turned to look at his bag.

"I see you carrying that everyday, why do you?" James nodded to the bag.

Regulus glanced up, "It is to carry my school work."

James laughed, "Oh. Can't you just shrink it all and put it in your pocket?"

He reached into his own pocket and pulled out a handful of tiny books and parchment.

Regulus stared at it for a moment before shaking his head, "I hadn't thought of doing that... But it seems quite easy to lose when that small."

James grinned again, "Yeah, I do lose a lot of my work."

Regulus smiled slightly before flattening out his face again.

"This is my classroom", he stood just outside Flitwick's room.

James nodded, "Right. See you around then."

"Yes. Goodbye, Potter."

Neither made to move, staring at each other in silence. James had a small smirk on his face whilst Regulus had made his expression purposefully unreadable.

"Mr Potter!" A yell boomed from across the corridor.

James winced, slowly taking his gaze off Regulus.

"Hey, Minnie."

Mcgonagall came to a stop beside them, "You currently have Potions, do you not?"

James shrugged, glancing down to his arms, "I don't seem to have any potions."

The corner of Regulus' mouth lifted up.

Mcgonagall sighed, "I do not have the patience for your games this morning, Mr Potter. And Mr Black, I'd have expected you to be in class on time."

Regulus nodded quickly, "Yes, I'm sorry, Professor", He gave James a quick glance before opening the door to Charms and heading inside.

"Teaching Mr Black your rulebreaking ways now, are you?"

"Absolutely not, Minnie", James tutted, "He was just telling me about his charms class and I was so intrigued, I just had to go listen in."

Mcgonagall raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "You were intrigued by what you have already learnt last year?"

"Yeah?"

Mcgonagall sighed, "Get to class, Potter. And I better not see you influencing Mr Black again!"

"Fine", James huffed, quickly glancing through the door and waving to Regulus.

Regulus was already looking straight at him.

[depressedboyfailure-kevin]

*sigh* Welcome to the Candy Club.

What do you want?

[ooc will look like this! Also, the rest of this post is out of character :3]

Blog run by @anonymous-artist2

Hi!! New blog, isn't that cool! This one's an ask blog!! For Kevin too!! Actually he's in my brain so he'll be answering the asks when he gets to it!

Here's some info about the blog before we start:

No nsfw asks, only very slightly suggestive. (mod is a minor)

Mod's name is Kevin (I have like 30 other names but here just call me Mod Kevin)

No featured ships but you can send ship asks as long as it's not pro-ship, com-ship, or any gross stuff like that! I may also allow oc x canon ships if we're moots or I like your stuff. (mod multi-ships so yeah :3)

Blog is mainly headcanons (might never post those tho)

Taglist: @jonesy-squish @dexthesilly @mayisgoingnuts (more later)

[persuer-of-wisdom-aide-of-many]

(I am not sure if the video ahead would count as needing a flash warning but just to be safe I'm putting this hear:if you are photosensitive or have epilepsy or any reason to skip past something that has flashing lights and colors please scroll past or pause the video)

"ℑ𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤?"

"̶͕̦̟̙̤͚̟̰̿̏͒́͝Y̶͉̟̳̤̿͒̔ë̴̘̓̈́̍̃̓͜s̸͓̠̲̐̓́̔,̶̨̡̤̼̦̮͆̿̔̃̓̈́̚͠ģ̵̝̤͖̫̱̑̍̌̆͘̚͝o̸̳͊͌̏͆͂̒́̚d̸̮͉͒͠ḑ̷̢̩̮̩̻̟̰̉͗a̷̡̫͎̺͙̗̠̿̃͂̕m̵̨̮̤̟͆̎̄͐̏͑́̓m̵̥̫̿̀͗̾̇̊̇͑ȉ̶̼̜̓̊͌̀̓̎̊t̶͔͉̉̽̀̆͠.̷̨̲̬̹͎̐̄̔̃͜"̵͔̠̝͇̂̈͂̅

"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 þ𝔞𝔱 ƿ𝔞𝔶,𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯."

"̴̢̈́̈́̚̚͠Y̴̡̩̬̪͑̓͆̅͆̈́̈ě̷̥̳̫̦͇̏̓͠ḁ̷̺̰̄̓̀͗̇ͅĥ̴̟̲̌͂ ̸͙̯̑y̴̨̛͊͐̌̏̚ͅe̷͕̥̹̹̮͉̻̽̌̊͑͗̄à̸̰̚ḧ̷̡̠̩́̿̍̀.̴̯̝͍̠̱̯̻̠̅͛̈"̵̣̖̭̔͆̅̃́̇̔͝

"𝔏𝔢𝔱'𝔰 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡."

"𝔊𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩,𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱!ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢.𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 ℑ'𝔪 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰!"

*You can hear some irritated incoherent grumblings from whoever may be behind the camera.*

"ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔴!ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫!ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶,𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰.𝔉𝔞𝔯𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩,𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢."

"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞 𝔫𝔬𝔴."

"̵̢͓̈́́́̔͠Ŷ̶͚̝͍̘̝͓̈ẹ̵͚̯̼͖̼̥͐̄̆̋͐̋̂͝a̴̭̲̝̻̔̎͊̔͗̈́͘͠h̴̳͓̩͔̟͗͊̽̑͠ ̸̢̼̥̗̣̣͉̀̌́̈́̇̊̚̕y̵͎̥̜̫̮͉͓̌͌e̶̹̣͐̏͊̚͝a̷̧̜͍̱̐̽̎͗̿h̸̨̛̰̤̳̼͊̀̓̈́̕,̷̢̦̭͓́̈́̆Į̸̢̤̻͕̱̳̐̈͐͛͛͆̽ ̵͖͗̀̂̿͛ͅk̸͍̘̪̟̪̝̲͌̎͛̈̀͝n̶̢̜͍̈́̓ọ̴̙͇̄͝w̸̨̡̱̝͊̅́̏̈́̚,̶̨̻̮̩̟͈͈̗̂̀Ḯ̵̺̾̒̀ ̴̹͓͈̗̺̅̐͐̏̔̄͜k̶̮̂͂̒́́̈́͘͝n̸̨̙͙̱̆̽̇́̓̈́̂̏ơ̶̭͓͕̲̝̫̩̼̊̊̒̓̂̚w̴̧̢̲̪̟̩͈͆̒̌͊̊̓̓.̷̢̛̛̟̣͉̐̈́́Ï̵̢̹͎̺m̸̛͇̳̦̳̎̈́͂͒̔͝ ̵̡͚̩̣̩͎̬̍̓̂̅͒̂̽͠n̷̩̼̄̆̓̊̉̔o̶̧̳̜̫͖̬̊̃̅̓́t̴̩̤͖́̊͑͐̔̈́̊͑ͅ ̷͎̼̖̋s̵̳͙̝̲̻̘̾͂̈́̇͐̌͜t̷͕̙͊̔u̷̖͈̟̥̝̅͒p̴̛̛̹͉̦̘͖̊̀̈́̽̽͘i̶͉̞̯̩̮͌́̊ͅd̴͍̪̫̲̻͇̽̊.̸͍͂̈́͘"̷͈̦̰͉̠̯͌́̅̄́͝

"𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖊."

*the video shuts off*

(under the cut will be an alternate version of the above text without the crazy fonts,among other things)

The entire post past this point is ooc.

Helloski welcome to this blog,this blog functions as a spooky month ask/rp blog for my internation as Skiddad!(there's also his little friend who will be on here,which is a canon character that I'm not revealing right now though I'm pretty sure its obvious who it is)

I've been thinking about making this blog for a while since @ask-atticus-carver (you're one of my favorite blogs btw) made theirs but after @atticusabyssborne made there's I dediced to make there's I made this one! :D

Also I probably wont be doing the whole font this for all of the posts it was a hassle to do for this one.I will do it occasionally though.

(I may also do some tickle related stuff on this blog sometimes :] )

This blog is ran by @jonesy-squish :3

My name for Skiddad is Porfirio Atticus Estrella.

Rules:

-No bigotry,discrimination or hate of any kind:Homophobia,Transphobia,Aphobia,Rasicism,Antisemitism,Anti-islam,Zionism,ableism,anti-furry,etc,etc.

-No pedophila,incest,proshipping/comshipping,etc,etc.

-Flirting is allowed,will likely not be recipoucated.Mod is a minor,so don't be weird

-Only very mildly suggestive asks and actions are allowed.

-Canon character and oc interaction is allowed and encourged! :D

Subject to be added to in the future.

Transcript of the text in the fonts above the cut:

"Is it recording?"

"Yes,goddamnit."

"You know best not to speak to me that way,firecracker."

"Yeah,yeah."

"Let's get started."

"Greetings and Salutaions both old and new friends,after quite a long sabbatical,my organization is now back under original management!I am back in charge.Even though not many of you will know who me I'm excited to get to know all of you,friends!"

"I think that's all from me for now.I hope i get to talk to you all soon!Hope you all have a pleasant day,friends.Farewell,take care."

"You can turn of the camera now."

"Yeah,yeah,I know.Im not stupid."

"You know better than to sass me."

I hope you guys enjoy the blog this whole post was a blast to make :D

[commonguttersnipe]

Fanfic request:

Monty Python time travel AU where the Pythons accidentally time travel to the future from the 1960s/1970s BUT, instead hearing about the young Six Idiots fans talking about how the Six Idiots are "this generation's Monty Python", they INSTEAD hear about some young Monty Python fans (who are called Georgie and Shreyan respectively, and who are totally not based on us hehehe.......yeah) talking about the new (in universe of the fanfic ofc) biopic that's currently filming that day (in the present day), which is coincidentally also the day that the OG/Young Pythons end up on (in the present day). Btw uhh, the cast for fictional 2nd biopic is based on your fancast from a few months ago, which is this:

Also also, the fictional 2nd biopic is being directed by a somewhat annoyingly ambitious but with somewhat good intentions (if a little extreme in portraying said intentions) director who has Ollie Plimsolls-like vibes + who's a massive Python fanboy, or as he calls himself a "Pythonist" (who's funnily enough also played by Reece Shearsmith, idk it kinda fits imo) called uhh "Smithee J. Allense" but who was technically nearly nominated for a BAFTA for his avante garde surreal comedy drama short film about fish people. Nearly.

The Pythons (except John who's a bit salty about hearing the new biopic) are at first surprised about hearing that there's a new biopic about them but then quickly get interested in the concept (though the OG Young Pythons aren't aware of/don't know about the previous biopic "Holy Flying Circus" (2011), which becomes a sorta running gag in the fanfic for comedic effect as other people try telling them that but they get cut off from explaining further or one of the Pythons ignores them just as they were explaining HFC to them).

The catch is that, in order to not bring too much attention to themselves and causing massive hysteria or something, the fans Georgie and Shreyan help the Pythons get into disguise as "regular people"-looking Agents with "regular people"-sounding names/alias of the modern day Old Pythons in the present day, so that the film crew of the biopic knows that they're kinda important but not too much, and that (the Pythons in disguise that is) they're there to check on how filming is going and all that jazz.

So the Pythons in disguise are:

Graham - becomes "Tommy"

John - becomes "Julian"

Eric - becomes "Derek"

Jonesy - becomes "Russell"

Terry - becomes "Jerry"

Michael - becomes "Mickey"

So the gang (in disguise) go to where the biopic is currently filming rn, which is being filmed at the BBC unsurprisingly. In fact, the scene they're currently filming is a studio set reconstruction of when the Pythons met up at and started throwing ideas at each other for their future sketch show MPFC at the Indian restaurant (which was called the "Light of Kashmir Tandoori" restaurant) in 1969.

The Pythons (in disguise) are at first nervous in case they might get caught in the act, but they thankfully easily evade getting exposed by using the fake ID cards that Georgie and Shreyan made for them back at their house (just incase).

After Smithee excitedly greets them (not knowing that they're actually fr the real Pythons, albeit the Young versions), the Pythons as the Agents of the Old Pythons get to see/watch what the scene where the Pythons (played by the biopic actors, or as John-as-Julian sarcastically calls them "the Sexified Pythons", since well...they're played by sexy actors, although Eric-as-Derek does really appreciate that he's played by Dan Stevens) meet for the first-but-not-really-first-more-like-a-proper-second-introduction-of-the-whole-troupe-but-it's-called-the-first-for-the-sake-of-plot-of-the-biopic time, the Pythons politely step in/interrupt to add their thoughts on it so far.

Whilst some of the Pythons-in-disguise, like Eric, Terry & Michael, appreciate what the actors are bringing to the table (not literally ofc) in terms of the actors acting as the Pythons, the others, like Jonesy and Graham (though Graham does like some aspects of Taron's energy to the role) (and deffo not John, though John tries to deny it but the others doubt that) feel that the performance is sorta lacking in a way, and that they need to really get into the spirit of each respective Python. So to help, each of the Pythons go with each biopic actor and help them REALLY REALLY get into the spirit of themselves, (like for example, Graham helping Taron get Gray's character, Jonesy helping Tom, John begrudgingly helping Henry though overtime John does take a liking to Henry, etc) to which we do get to see these side plots unfold as they are. Also the other Pythons jokingly tease John that Henry Shields looks so much like him that he might as well be his long lost son lol 😆.

After that happens, they'll all ready to go and get the scene done proper. And everyone had a clap, even the Pythons. Then, as everyone's having a bit of a celebration, Michael goes to where the lunch/breakroom is, in which Young Michael bumps into Old Michael, who's just so happen to be there as he supposed to record his lines for the biopic as "The Narrator". Young Michael is a bit shocked when he sees Old Michael but tries to act normal as "Mickey" but doesn't mention that's he's Old Michael's agent so that he'll try not to blow his cover (btw young Mike is wearing a fake mustache w/glasses). He and Old Michael have a lovely chat together.

Then, suddenly, Young Michael accidentally rubs off his fake mustache due to there being biscuit crumbs on there. Old Michael is shocked from this, and so faints and falls to the ground. Young Michael is shocked and nervous. He calls the others and tells them hurriedly that old Michael has fainted. An ambulance is called. Young Michael feels really guilty about this. To be continued.....

Any thoughts?? I wanna know what your favourite part is!!!

Thanks!!!

This needs to be a film, holy flying circus!!

It’s like a mix of all our ideas!!

We need to write this!!

[jonesy-and-max]

Jonesy & Max: Opening Day

part 3: Work

Max unlocked and leaned on the door as he held it open for Jonesy. She flicked the light switch and Popcorn Video Entertainment sprang to life in front of them as it had so many times before. Softly buzzing neon signs adorned the walls advertising the different genre sections, while a mish-mash of holiday string lights snaked their way from corner to corner. Models of famous spaceships hung over the sci-fi section, monster masks, fake blood, and a Gill-Man mannequin loomed over the horror section. Action, comedy, documentaries, westerns, romance, and in the back a neon pink “XXX” hung over the curtained Adults Only room. The checkout counter was at the front by the entrance/exit, where you would normally encounter Jonesy and Max. Behind where they stood was a concession stand. Fresh, movie theater style popcorn was available for the customers. Small bags were free with every transaction, but you could pay two dollars for a large, or ten dollars for a large in a Popcorn Video Entertainment collectable bucket. Patrons could also get a medium soda from the fountain for a dollar. Candy prices varied. Through the adult video room was the employee back room where Jonesy and Max could hang up their coats, grab a cup of coffee, put any food they had in the fridge, use the bathroom, control any music they wanted to play over the PA or put in a movie that would play on the overhead monitors. Farthest in the back was the manager’s office. Inside was the money safe, a desk with a computer on it, filing cabinets, all the necessary papers and equipment needed to run a business.

The video store was owned by Wayne “Smokey” Cobb and his wife Margie, they opened it in 1988 and had been a town fixture ever since. The Cobbs generally let the managers and employees run the place, though they always made an appearance on Mondays, Wednesdays, and any special occasion. They had a reputation and unofficial position as the town’s cultural experts and advisors. Jonesy and Max liked them because they let them get away with anything, paid a decent hourly wage, and were almost never in the store. In their opinion, it was the coolest place in Lake’s End you could work, it actually wasn’t even an opinion, it was a fact.

Max prepared the popcorn while Jonesy loaded up the register. The bin underneath the return slot was full and Max began scanning each bar code with the handheld scanner and placing them on the metal cart. Once the cart was full, he pushed it out into the aisles to return them to their proper homes. 

Over in Sci-Fi, Max passed by a spot on the shelf that always caught his eye. It was the box for a movie called “See You Soon.” 

“Hey Jonesy.”

“Yeah Max?” She was entering info into the computer at the front desk.

“Have you ever heard of this movie “See You Soon?”

She thought to herself for a moment, “Nope. Why is it good?”

“I have no clue,” He picked up the vhs box and read the back, “All I know is it’s, like, a cosmic horror movie from the sixties. That, and I have never seen a copy of it in the store.”

She stopped typing, “Huh?”

“Yeah. Just the box. I’ve never seen it returned.”

Jonesy typed into the computer, “It says we have three copies on the shelf. And that no one has ever rented…or returned them?” She turned towards Max, “What the fuck? Haha.”

“Fuck that’s eerie,” He placed the box back on the shelf. He shuddered and went back to work.

As the warm, familiar smell of fresh popcorn began to fill the store, Jonesy dreamily wrote the name “Jamie” in fancy, girly cursive on her left arm in blue ink. Swirls and hearts, curls and stars. Jonesy lightly chuckled to herself and wondered what Jamie Reynolds’ lips felt like. She bit her lip and chuckled to herself some more. Click-click-click-click, Jonesy played with the pen, she blushed and eyed the back room door.

“Hey, Jonesy!”

“Yeah, Max??” Startled, she was broken from her foggy fantasies.

“So how should we start the day? Movie? Music? I kinda wanted to put some Chain-Slaughter on…”

Jonesy took a breath and collected herself, “It’s kinda early for entrails, isn’t it?”

“Puh!” Max was aghast. It was never too early for entrails.

“How about a little Damned Damned Damned or maybe something a little more crowd pleasing? Then we can ease into some blood and guts?” Jonesy attempted a compromise.

“Fine! But I want to start with part four.”

“Last Rites? Ugh, come on. Last Rites sucks ass!”

“Okay, yes, objectively, Last Rites is the worst one, but there’s still a lot of good stuff in there!” 

Jonesy crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “Like what?”

“When the Edgar Salt wannabe releases those dogs and they chase down the guy and tear him apart! That part is brutal, and the effects are really fuckin’ gnarly.”

“Yeah that’s awesome. But still, the ending? It makes absolutely no sense. It makes so little sense they just ignore the entirety of part four in part five!”

“Well, I read that part six is going to retroactively make part four watchable. I need a refresher!”

Jonesy rolled her eyes and conceded, “Fine fine fine. But after music.” She smiled and jogged to the back room.

“Woah!!” Max suddenly exclaimed, stopping Jonesy in her tracks.

“Hey, Jonesy!”

“Yeah, Max?”

“Dude.”

“What?”

“Du-UDE!” Max grinned at Jonesy, his snarly, crooked smile, bearing his fang. Max had once described his fanged smile as wolf-like, but Jonesy felt he had grown from a chubby raccoon into a mangy coyote of a man. Both comparisons he took as a compliment. Either way, his stupid face gave Jonesy cause for concern.

Jonesy raised an eyebrow, “What?”

“This is major, dude. Guess who’s got movies to return today??”

“Who??” Jonesy put down the bags of complimentary popcorn she was filling and marched over to her pal.

“Oh, mama,” Max cackled to himself, jumping up and down.

“Oh, God…is it…?” She could feel the warmth creeping into her cheeks.

“Jamie fuckin’ Reynolds, baby!”

“OH SHIT OH FUCK OH FUCK OH SHIT,” Jonesy scrambled over to Max and grabbed him by the lapels of his smock. “Don’t jerk me around, dude!” She already knew by the shit-eating grin on his face, that he was telling nothing but the truth.

Max squished Jonesy’s cheeks together and moved her face to the computer monitor with his hand.

“Oh fuck. Oh shit.” The blood rushing to her face finished the job as she turned a bright scarlet. She suddenly became very aware of how much she was sweating.

“You wanna know what she’s returning??”

“I can’t look,” Jonesy releases Max and covers her eyes.

“Dude, this could finally give you some kind of clue that you might have a chance!”

“DON’T! I don’t have any chance, she’s straight as fuck, and even if she wasn’t… I’m not good enough for Ja-”

“Oh fuck off with that!”

Jonesy bit her lip and winced to herself, her thoughts racing. “Okay...tell me.”

“Okay, first one: Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors. Solid! Ms. Reynolds coming out hot.”

“Fuck, she’s so fucking cool. That’s literally the best Nightmare. I mean, sure the original is a classic. Absolutely iconic and an undeniable game changer of the genre. But Dream Warriors totally perfected the premise, turned it up to eleven, and washed the taste of Revenge out of all of our collective mouths-”

“Dude, why are you so sweaty! Bwahaha!” 

“Shut up, Max!” Jonesy shoved Max as he continued to delight in her torment. “Just tell me the next one.” She grabbed a bag of popcorn off the counter and began stress eating.

“Looks like we got…Airheads.”

“FUCK.” “What?”

“Airheads?? Hello, Brendan Fraser??? He’s a fucking babe in that movie. She’s straight. I’m calling it.” She shook her bag of popcorn at Max, creating a trail of emotionally distressed snacks in her wake.

“It just means she smokes, dude. That’s…what d’you call that… inconclusive.”

“Yeah, but Airheads isn’t even that good, not even stoned. Brendan Fraser is the only reason to watch that movie.” She grabbed a handful of popcorn from a bag and crammed it into her mouth.

“Come on, Steve Buscemi is great in it! It’s a perfectly fine stoner movie. You’re doggin’ on Airheads too much. If nothing else, maybe her little brother wanted to see it.”

Jonesy gasped, the light returning to her eyes, “You’re right! She has, like, a thirteen year old brother! Max, you’re a fuckin’ genius!”

“Please, please, I’m only a mortal man.” Max sniffed and dusted off his shoulder before returning to the computer. “Next, we’ve got a new release…,” Max scratched his beard and gave Jonesy a sideways look over his glasses. “This is a head scratcher…”

“What is it???”

“Hackers.”

“…Angelina Jolie is offensively hot in that movie.”

“Truth.”

“But then there’s Matt Lillard and Jonny Lee Miller…”

“Ladies love ‘em both…”

“Inconclusive.” They agreed in unison.

“We got one more. Moment of truth?”

Jonesy made the sign of the cross, “Ms. God? I don’t ask for much. I just…I just really want to kiss Jamie Reynolds. Like, I just want that for me so bad. I don’t need anything else. If you could just find it in your infinite Godly…like, stuff… just give me a sliver of hope?”

Max presses the arrow key, revealing Jamie Reynolds’ final video.

“Holy fuck. Dude. This is a fucking game changer. The game has been shattered, sir.”

Jonesy pushed Max aside, reading the next title herself. “A League of Their Own… A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN!”

Jonesy dramatically swooned, Max already there to catch her, popping her immediately back up to her feet. Jonesy spun around and the two of them grabbed each other by the lapels.

“A League of Their Own!!” They shouted in unison.

“Dude,” Max applauds Jonesy, “You did it. I couldn’t be happier for you two.”

“I’d like to thank the beautiful woman in the sky, God, Her son Jesus, all gays everywhere, and of course my platonic life-mate Max Swartzwelder for this incredible achievement in lesbianism.” Jonesy bows and does a little dance, spinning around, and continuing to dance back out into the aisles.

She headed to the back room, where a pile of cassettes were stacked on the table next to the speaker system. She looked through the pile, finding just what she was looking for and smiled from ear to ear. The instantly familiar intro to “Just Can’t Get Enough,” by Depeche Mode enveloped Popcorn Video. Max smiled and looked up at the speakers, just as Jonesy bopped her way out from the back.

“I feel good about this day, Jonesy!” Max began feeling the music as he clicked the neon sign on. Now lit up from the outside it read, in glowing orange and yellow lights, “OPEN.”

Jonesy danced through the store, losing herself to the synth pop beats.

The day mozied on like any other friday. Business was lively on fridays, leading into the bustling weekend, but it never bothered the duo, except when they were asked dumb ass questions like “do you have beer,” “will this play in my car’s tape deck,” “do you have any movies for someone that hates movies.” Other than that, Popcorn Video was maybe the only place in town where not only were Jonesy and Max the experts, but people actually respected their opinions. It wasn’t much, but it made them feel good about themselves. They were in their element.

As they inched closer and closer to lunch time, Max and Jonesy lazily pushed around the returns carts, putting back videos in dribs and drabs. Jonesy was over in Drama while Max was over in Comedy. He picked up a video and put it on the shelf, then took the display box and read the back. 

“Hey, Jonesy!” He called across the store.

“Yeah, Max?” Jonesy responded automatically.

“Back to the Future goes in the Comedy section?”

Jonesy considered for a moment, “Shyeah, I think so, isn’t its box over there?”

“Shyeah, but like, isn’t it Sci-Fi?”

“Well. It’s like, both?”

“What about Back to the Future 3? Isn’t that, like, a western? Shouldn’t that go in Westerns?”

“I think we just keep them all together in Comedy, dude.”

“How anyone finds anything in this fuckin’ place is beyond me.” Max put the box back and scrunched his face. Dots were connecting in his brain, thoughts were clawing their way to the surface of his mind. He trotted over to his pal.

“Hey, Jonesy.” Max peaked his head over the aisle directly in front of Jonesy.

“Yeah, Max?” She looked up at him for a second as she placed a copy of Apollo 13 onto the shelf.

“You know how in Back to the Future, like, Marty goes back in time and he meets his mom, right?

“Of course.”

“And she’s all horned up for him?” Max came around the aisle and followed Jonesy as she continued to work.

“Haha, yeah. She wanted his butt.”

“I was just thinking about it and like, no way. I couldn’t do it.” Max shook his head and picked up the box for 9 ½ Weeks, reading the synopsis on the back.

“Do what?” Jonesy furrowed her brow.

“Bang my mom in the past. Like, I don’t care how horned up and fine she was. It’d just be too fucked up.”

“You…” Jonesy tried to follow Max’s train of thought. An arguably difficult thing to do even at his most coherent of times. “You are aware that Marty doesn’t fuck his mom in Back to the Future right?

“Huh?” Max looked up from the 9 ½ Weeks box.

“Marty and his mom don’t bang in Back to the Future!”

Max chuckled and raised a cocky eyebrow, “Uuuh yes he does. How else is he supposed to fix the timeline and get born?”

“Dude! What are you talking about! That’s not even how that works!”

“Yes it is! He tries to get his dingus dad to bang his mom, cause she’s so hard up to get down. She’s so horned up, he has to get someone to bang her quick, before it’s midnight and he doesn’t get born. His dad is, like, a scared little virgin, and the bully is like a murderer, so she doesn’t want either of them. Tick tock, tick tock, right? So, it’s getting closer and closer to midnight, so Jim from Taxi tries to stop the clock from hitting midnight before all hell breaks loose. So in the end Alex P. Keaton has to take one for the team and nail his own mom in the past, so he can still, like, be born in the future. She loves it and he’s like, damn that was good, and tells his mom to name the kid after him, to stick it to his old man. He gets back in his ford durango and wa-Sha-SHAM! Back to the future!”

Jonesy’s mouth hung open, mostly in disbelief, but she was honestly a little impressed, too. “Absolutely not one single fraction of a decimal of that is correct.”

Max furrowed his brow, looking personally attacked right now. He opened his mouth to rebuff her. Closed it. He looked at the floor, then back to Jonesy. “Are you sure?”

“Ok, Lea Thompson being hot was correct. But literally nothing else.”

“Yeeeayuh!” Max took his wins where he could. The two fist bumped twice in quick succession in agreement.

Jonesy laughed and shook her head, getting back to work. Max dug into his pocket and pulled out a bag of gummy bears, he popped a red one in his mouth and chewed, once again the indications that his brain was cooking something up translated to his facial expressions. 

“Hey, Jonesy!” He said while chewing his bear. A cheeky grin spread across his face as he caught up with his friend.

“Yeah, Max.”

“Here’s a question then…” He raised a finger and pointed it at Jonesy.

Jonesy took a green bear from his stash. “Shoot!”

“How far back to the future would you have to go to bang one of your ancestors??” He bounced his eyebrows and tossed back another bear.

“You mean how far back in time?” 

“That’s what I said,” He gave her the finger, “Yeah!, like, to be comfortable. Like, to not feel weird about fucking a great-great-great-something.”

Jonesy stopped what she was doing and thought for a moment, “That’s a good question.”

“I know,” Max rewarded himself with more gummy bears.

“Well…like, thousands of years and you’re, like, barely even related.”

“So you’re gonna bang a monkey?? Bwahaha!”

“No! I’m just considering the situation…” Jonesy began to ponderously stroll down the aisle, “I’d say…comfortably…maybe like five hundred years. I think that’s a good buffer,” She spun around, Max offering her a bear, and Jonesy taking him up on it with another green one. “Cause like, I knew my great grandparents. And they knew their parents and grandparents, and maybe even their own great-grandparents. So, my point is, that, like, I don’t want to bang anyone my great grandparents would’ve actually, physically, known,” She smiled and shrugged, “Beyond that, I think it’s fair play.”

“So five hundred years?”

“Three hundred if one of my ancestors is just an unstoppable smoke show.”

“You’re only human!”

“I’m only flesh and blood!”

The two of them laughed and wandered back to work.

Most days were very much like this, whether it was at Popcorn Video, playing their guitars in Jonesy’s garage, or smashing stuff in the old train yard.

They were living in a small window of time where things were uncomplicated. Inside, things seemed confusing and in flux, but from the outside anyone could see the simple, beautiful joy that it really was. All that life demanded of Jonesy and Max at that time was for them to do exactly what made them happy. Sometimes one of them would have that moment of clarity. Max would be watching Jonesy trying to nail a guitar riff she had been working on, or Jonesy would watch Max smash a beer bottle with a bat in the train yard, and time would slow down. A wave of serenity would pass over them for only an instant, but they would know, these were the Good Old Days happening right in front of them. These were moments they’d keep with them forever.

[tokyorecordstyle]

As the years have gone by, Mijonju has become one of my oldest pals in Tokyo. We’ve been bouncing around and crossing paths in this city for well over a decade and probably soon a decade and a half! In a city that sheds its sometimes transient residents as frequently as it sheds its own skin, it’s just nice to have some familiar faces, and Mijo is certainly that. He famously “loves cameras like a fat boy loves chocoloate cake” (the jingle from his legendary Mijonju Show on YouTube) and for that reason, we’ve always been close buds, but he’s also a talented musician and singer as well as magician, artist, and has too many more talents to name. He’s a hard one to keep up with creatively, the guy is a fountain of passionate energy, but I’m especially happy to be connected to him more and more through music, as much as photography. I could honestly go on and on about MIjonju (AKA Mijo, AKA Michi, AKA Mitch, AKA Michio, AKA Michel, AKA Jonesy) but I’ll simply leave with thi: When asked “Hey Mijo, why you love records when you can stream it all?” …(after a long thoughtful pause)... “Well, it’s like when you’re cold …sure you can go to the thermostat, and simply turn on the heater and soon you’ll be warm, …or ��� or or or, you can gather wood in the forest, build a small pile, precariously balanced around some carefully collected kindling, miraculously make sparks, like some kind of magic wizardry, blow smoky kindling to red embering life, listen to the crackle and pop of the wood drying and charring, trapped water and sap within it hiss, slowly warming you face, your hands, then your body, then roaring at you, like an inferno demon, heating your bones, feeding your soul, like the god of fire that you are… ummm … yeah, so streaming is the thermostat and records are the fire.” Got Mijonju, perfectly 🔥🔥🔥 #Tokyo #record #style #tokyorecordstyle #records #music #recordcollector #recordstore #vinyl #vinylcollector #vinylrecords #vinylrecord #Electronic #Jazz #Funk #Soul #Pop #Indie #IndiePop #CityPop #lit (at Shimo-Kitazawa , Tokyo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoCsKRsvSP-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nofoundboy]

Slashers reacting to their s/o calling them "mi amor", "corazón" (Part 2)

I just got tolerable ideas

Tw: more suggestive than the part 1

Michael Myers

- At first he doesn't give a fuck, really

- Like, yeah you speak spanish so what? He'll just give you a trademark head tilt and that's all

- UNTIL he thinks about the potential

- Because fucking you raw gets better when you call him like that

-Your voice sounds really nice in those moments and (he won't admit it) he feels the love and passion you feel for him when you say it

- Eventually he'll embrace it every time you say it. Yes yes, he's your "amor", whatever

- But deep down he loves it. He would cut his arm before sayin it out loud but he really needs and cherishes your affections

Candyman

- He is not really surprised but neither is indifferent

- He has heard a lot of spanish in his life and...no life? So it's ok

- The thing is that YOU are the one saying it to HIM. Like you little alive human are calling him, the urban legend, by sweet petnames

- You really mean it and that's everything for his little ghost exposed heart

- He's super romantic so please, teach him more romantic sentences. He's a fast learner and would whisper them in your ear

- And if you say it in a suggestive way? Whew, he's already tearing your clothes with his hook

Bo Sinclair

- He will tease you endlessly but you already know that

- Outside he is super smug about it, wanting to hear it again

- Inside he is kinda...super panicked. He really means that much for you?

- He gets chills whenever you say it in a sweet way. He's not use to affection so it will take some time for him to accept it in a sincere way

- On the other hand, please say it in the bed, he gets super hard

Poly Ghostface

- "What did you say?" But Billy says it in a teasing tone. Stu is super amused

- After that your name doesn't matter anymore. Stu would introduce you to everyone everytime, as "mi amor"

- Hell, he would introduce Billy as his other "mi amor"

- You know how Gomez kisses Morticia' s arm everytime she says something in french? Stu will do that with you and Billy if he tries to say it

- They sound awful

- Billy gets annoyed with Stu but you...you can call him that sometimes

- Like during sex

- You did it and gave them instant boners

- If you know about Ghostface, they will make you say it with the voice changer. That also makes them horny

Thomas Hewitt

- He'll stare at you, trying to understand what did you say

- "Oh, I called you mi amor, my love in spanish"

- He's used to harsh nicknames so he was expecting something like that. He's very insecure

- So after your explanation, he can't help but hug you

- You make him feel so loved, he's very grateful for your love

- He is not Thomas or Tommy anymore. He is "corazón" and "mi amor"

- Luda Mae is also very happy with your love for her Tommy, she thinks of you as her son wife/husband/partner already so that just make you more domestic at her eyes

- Say it to him during sex and he'll cum in an instant

Lester Sinclair

- "Sorry, what ya say, honey?"

- He callled you by petnames since the beginning of your relationship but you decided to wait a little to say it

- Honestly, just to see his reaction. Lester made you comfortable to say anything since day one

- After you explained the meaning he is super happy, like "telling everyone that you called him mi amor" kind of happy

- Wants to learn how to say it right. For you and Jonesy

- A blushing mess if you say it in a sexy way

[fartoo-sensitive]

flufftober 2021 - day 2: movie night

character: lester sinclair x gn!reader; platonic!bo sinclair x gn!reader (also some platonic!vincent x gn!reader)

word count: 1,108

this one got away from me a bit haha, i meant for it to be around the same length as day 1 was but it ended up being twice as long! that's okay though, i really like this one!! i hope y'all do too :)

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"it's my turn to pick the movie, jackass." you glared up at the man standing beside you.

"you pick another shitty one an' you're gonna get a boot up yer ass s'what's gonna happen," he retorted.

you rolled your eyes but set your lips in a pout, turning to peek around him and look at the seated figure on the couch behind him. "les, bo's bein' mean to me again."

"can't y'all get along for one lil night? look, yer upsettin' jonesy." lester gestured to the dog, who was laid out between him and vincent on the couch.

jonesy's head popped up at the sound of her name being said and she immediately went to work on giving lester as many kisses as she could. you thought you saw vincent try to stifle a laugh behind his mask.

<<yes, she's very upset. no more fighting.>>

bo huffed, tapping your thigh lightly with the toe of his boot. "hurry it up, lil bit."

you waved him away. "gimme some more attitude and i'll pick breakfast at tiffany's again, beauregard."

"do that and you can sleep at the station."

after only a few more minutes of deliberation you decided on a movie. you knew lester would be happy no matter what you decided on, and vincent wouldn't care too much as long as it wasn't sad. the only one who ever had a problem with your decisions was bo, and that was because if it wasn't an action flick it was crap (to him). you weren't trying to please him, though, and so you had decided on grease.

you snuggled up to lester on the sofa while bo banged around in the kitchen getting popcorn ready, shoving your feet under vincent's leg for warmth which only got a 5-second sigh out of him this time - progress! les tried to get you to tell him what you'd picked but you told him it was a surprise. he rolled his eyes.

once bo had dropped the bowl of popcorn in your lap and settled in the armchair next to vincent, you hit play on the vcr remote and settled further into lester's side. you felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head and hummed in quiet content.

the second danny and sandy kissed on screen bo let out a loud groan. "you shittin' my dick? this is worse than breakfast at tiffany's."

you laughed, grabbing a handful of popcorn and tossing it across vincent and directly at bo's scowling face. "my choice."

"where'd ya even find this? i know it ain't one'a ours."

"got it at a thrift store last time les and i went into the city. only 35 cents." you grinned, sticking your tongue out at him.

he shook his head at you, collecting the popcorn from his shirt and shoving it into his mouth. "s'long as you don't sing along to this one i won't hold it against ya, but only 'cause i like that grease lightnin' song," he grumbled.

you slammed your finger down on the pause button and jumped up from the couch, nearly giving lester a heart attack. "you what?"

bo's eyes narrowed. "i think you heard me, y/n."

you stared open-mouthed, head swinging between his glare, lester's wide eyes, and vincent's hidden smirk. "are y'all hearin' this? bo likes grease. vinny, please tell me you're gonna sketch this exact scene later, i need a keepsake. bo watching and enjoying grease. unheard of."

<<anything for you, y/n.>> you could tell he was grinning to his best ability under his mask and it made you grin back.

"lester, you best get yer sweetheart b'fore i gotta teach 'em a lesson." bo's voice was hard, but you knew him. he didn't mean it. he was only embarrassed that you were teasing him so much, he wasn't actually mad, and he wouldn't hurt you over something as silly as this.

you felt lester's arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to the couch. "let's ease up on 'im, darlin'."

you couldn't help yourself. "yeah, wouldn't want him to go all grease lightning on me."

"you are just askin' for trouble at this point, lil bit."

you grinned. "you know i'm just kiddin', bo. let's watch the movie, i won't say nothin' else, i promise. cross my heart." you made an X over your chest.

"yeah, yeah, whatever." bo crossed his arms over his own chest and leaned back in the chair as you started up the movie again.

a half hour later found all four of you (jonesy was passed out on the floor in front of the couch), including mr. grumpy gills, engrossed in the film.

bo no longer had his arms crossed and instead had his head in the palm of his hand, elbow rested against the arm of the chair, eyes soft for once while watching the pink ladies have their sleepover. vincent had pulled his hair away from his face and was leaning intently toward the television set, legs folded criss-cross; every once and a while he would lean down to pat jonesy on the side.

you were sat half on top of lester, whose arms were still around your middle, head rested against his shoulder. you couldn't see it, of course, but every time you'd sung along so far - much to bo's quiet annoyance - lester had watched you out of the corner of his eyes with a fondness that made his heart feel like it was so full it might burst.

on screen sandy walked down frenchy's front porch steps, and as she started singing "hopelessly devoted to you," you sang along, your breath ghosting over lester's neck.

he shivered, and by the time the scene ended he was able to look down at your face and catch a couple of unshed tears in your eyes. "i wouldn't do that to ya," he whispered.

you laughed, and it might've been a little soggy. "i know." you thought for a second. "i love you."

"i love you, too." lester leaned forward to kiss you, soft and tender, reminding you of the first time you'd kissed him.

a throw pillow hit you in the back of the head. "get a room."

"eat shit, bo."

<<we were doing so well.>>

you laughed, looking around at the brothers, at jonesy who hadn't even woken up at the commotion, at the movie that was still playing. "y'all are really the best family i ever coulda asked for."

bo fake retched. "don't push yer luck."

you smiled at him, shoved your feet underneath vincent, then settled back against lester to finish out movie night.

[wil-is-done]

When You’re A Mystery Kid - Chapter 33: The Mechanic & the Friend.

Summary: Wybie and Neil talk about bravery, friendship, and the people they have met along the way.

Word Count: 1.182

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IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a repost.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured here.

“Yo, Wybie.”

Wybie jumped at the sound of his name, his head bumping against the ceiling with a resounding clang. He grunted in pain, a hand reaching up to rub the quickly-forming bump at the top of his head. He looked over his shoulder with a pout, spotting Neil peeking into the crawlspace he had entered, wearing a grimace.

“Oof, sorry ‘bout that,” he said, and Wybie could tell he meant it. “Could you, uh, step out for sec?” 

While he still felt a bit miffed about what just happened, Wybie nonetheless crawled backwards out of the crawlspace. After all, this was no time to get petty about things. “So, if you need anything, you gotta make it quick,” he said, righting himself up. “I still got adjustments to make and not a lot of time left to do it.”

It was only then that Wybie noticed the aluminum exhaust manifold Neil held in his hand. “Yeah, yeah, it’s about that!” Neil held out the item in his hands. “McGucket told me to give this… thing to you. Said this should help you out?”

Wybie accepted the item, turning it over a few times in his hands with skeptical eyes. “An exhaust manifold? This’ll be only good for-” He stopped, as his eyes began to light up. “For stabilizing the cooling process so that it’ll reduce the stress on the system, of course!”

Wybie jumped to his feet, sprinting towards the other side of the room. He knelt down next to an open compartment on the wall, exhaust manifold in one hand and wrench in the other, and immediately got to work fitting the parts together. He guessed he was at it for a good two or three minutes before he noticed the sound of footsteps pacing behind him, and he realized that Neil was watching him work. 

Wybie coughed, tugging the collar of his coat. He’s not used to working with an audience. 

“Uh, thanks, by the way. For bringing this stuff to me,” he hastily said, once he realized that had not properly thanked Neil earlier. 

“Hey, no sweat.” Neil shrugged. Somehow, despite everything, he’s smiling. “Just helping out wherever I can.”

Wybie forced a smile back, because Grandma taught him to mind his manners, even when the world was ending. He had no idea things would ever get quite so literal. Then again, he also had no idea this would be the direction his summer vacation would go when he chose to accompany Jonesy to a backwater town only a few dozen miles from home. They’d get into shenanigans, sure, that’s to be expected with her, but never in his wildest nightmares did he ever thought he’d be facing an insane, extradimensional demon with the fate of the fucking multiverse at stake. 

“Regret being friends with us yet?” The words slipped out of Wybie’s lips without him fully realizing what he said. He’d already regretted saying it halfway through the sentence.

The sound footsteps pacing behind him stopped. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Neil asked, slowly.

Wybie sighed. He had to commit to it now. “Well, it’s like, you know,” he started, awkwardly, “when I first came here; I didn’t sign up for any of this. Not for any ghosts, or monsters, o-or reality-warping nightmare demons. I’m pretty sure you’re the same, too. Except maybe for the ghost part, since you’re friends with Norman and all, and- just-”

Wybie let go of the compartment and placed his wrench down. His hands were starting to tremble, and the last thing he wanted to do was screw up the mechanism by accident. “This just… fucking sucks, okay? And I thought, maybe, if we never met, then…”

“No.” Neil answered so daringly, so succinctly that it gave Wybie pause. “I don’t regret it. At all.”

Wybie glanced at Neil over his shoulder, but just enough so that most of his face was still hidden from view. “For real?”

“It’s simple for me, Wybie.” Neil shrugged, like it was the most casual thing in the world. “If being friends with you guys means having to face a reality-warping nightmare demon, then I’ll take it. You guys are worth a reality-warping nightmare demon.”

Wybie dropped his gaze to stare at the floor, at the wrench he’d put down. After that answer, he couldn’t bring himself to look at Neil in the eye. “Good to know at least one of us actually has some bravery in him,” he mumbled with a weak, dry laugh.

“Wybie…” Neil apparently heard that. “D-do you… regret being friends with us?”

“I…”

That’s a hell of a question. And the weird thing was, it wasn’t because he didn’t know the answer. No, he’d figured out the answer already, a while back. He just never had the balls to say it out loud for some reason. And now, in a few hours, he might die, with the answer left unspoken. 

Something lit up in Wybie’s eyes. He turned around, looking up to meet Neil’s gaze. Something had just come over him. A daredevil’s thrill. He wondered if this was what got Coraline to power through everything she did, because, basically, why the hell not? If he could die in just a few hours, then why the hell not?

“I guess not.”

Neil grinned. “There ya go, see? You’re brave too!”

Wybie scratched the back of his neck. “Still. You said it faster, so.” He shrugged sheepishly. “You’re braver.”

“This isn’t a competition, you butt,” Neil said, his lips quirked into an amused smile. “But thanks.”

Wybie blew out a long breath of air, leaning back. He cracked a smile; a tiny one, but it counted. The fact that he’s now sitting on top of his wrench reminded him that he still had work to be done, but for now, he just wanted to ride the last remnants of the high after finally admitting it out loud. He found his gaze drawn to the window, and even now, a shiver still crept up his spine at the sight of the view outside.

In the distance, floating high above what used to be central Gravity Falls, composed of dark red-brown stone, with lava-like orange-red glow shining through its cracks, was Bill Cipher’s Fearamid. That’s where Bill and his demon friends reside. That’s where Bill held Ford Pines captive. That’s where the fate of the world will be decided.

Wybie turned his attention back to Neil, catching him staring out the window as well. Even Neil couldn’t keep a smile up at the sight. Wybie frowned and sighed.

“How long until we go?”

“Two hours.”

-

The countdown continues.

Featuring the two most often underrated members of the MK, in my opinion. I’ve seen a lot of folks gloss over them without seeing their potential. Not me though. I see the potential they have, and I intend to fully utilize it.

We’re halfway through now. Next week, we’ll see how the other half are preparing themselves. See you then.

[angryhausfrau-writes]

Your Friends Were All Standing Around Looking At Your Cock The Other Dayee...

Interior of the farm house. WAYNE, KATY, and SQUIRRELLY DAN stand around the table, looking at something.

KATY: It's a beautiful cock.

WAYNE: Oh, it's a gorgeous cock.

DAN, shifting from foot to foot, uncomfortably: Now I'ms nots denyings that it's a mightys fines cocks. I just thinks its mights not bes appropriates to have sets outs on the supper tables is all.

KATY: Oh Dan, there's been far worse things than a cock on this table.

WAYNE growls: Better not have been them hockey nutsacks.

KATY: I'm a big girl, Wayne. None of your business what nutsacks I'm spending time with.

WAYNE, begrudgingly: True.

DAN: You knows whats you're afters, miss Katys, and that's what I appreciates about you.

KATY, flirtatiously: Oh, is that what you appreciate about me?

WAYNE: Take about ten, twenty percent off her over there Squirrelly Dan.

DAN, looking at the table: Oh hey look. A cock. What is sets most unhygenicallys on the table we eats off ofs.

KATY: Jesus Dan. Hop off our cocks.

WAYNE: Besides, you're a bigger degen than Dary if you eat directly off the table.

DAN: Where is Darys anyways? Ain't like him to miss such a magnificents cocks.

DARY enters the KITCHEN: Sorry I'm late. Spent all morning wrangling my cock into its cage.

DAN, sympathetically: Its was giving yous some troubles thens?

DARY: Kept making itself all big and plumped up. Couldn't get it to fit in the cage. Ended up having to really wrassle with it for a good long while.

KATY: Could say you had to take your cock firmly in hand there, Dary?

WAYNE: Pert near had to choke that chicken, I'd imagine.

DARY: Pert near.

DAN: But yous gots it settled downs and ins its cage?

DARY nods and hefts a rooster in a wire cage into frame: Yup. Tuckered it out eventually. Now it's placid as anything.

WAYNE: Now that's a handsome cock, Dary. A right handsome cock.

DARY, bashful: Aw, it ain't nothing special. Not like yours, Wayne.

WAYNE SHIFTS OUT OF THE WAY. PAN TO ROOSTER ON THE TABLE.

DARY:  Now that's a real handsome cock, and well behaved to boot.

WAYNE: Ok, Dary. Dary, ok. Ok, Dary. Dary, ok. Youwannaknowwhat? Here's the scoop and I'm gonna tell ya. I look at your cock and I think, well, I think: good for you buddy. Just like, good for you bud. Like I'm real proud of ya, Dary.

DAN: It's a mightys fines cocks, Dary. Yous gots every rights to be prouds.

KATY: Nothing wrong with a spirited cock, anyways.

DARY, bashful: Still reckon yours'll be the cock to beat down the Ag Festival, Wayne.

WAYNE: Oh it's a handsome cock all right.

KATY: A beautiful cock.

WAYNE: Oh it's a gorgeous cock.

DARY: Not to be pulling your own horn over there.

DAN: Oh yous shoulds nevers do thats. Leastwise nots ins mixed companies.

KATY: Says you.

WAYNE, abrupt: No hard feelings Dary. Regardless of who beats whose cock.

DARY: No hard feelings.

WAYNE holds his hand straight out for DARY to shake: Then may the man with the best cock win.

LETTERKENNY TITLE BUT THERE IS A ROOSTER INSTEAD OF A DOG.

ESTABLISHING SHOTS OF A FAIRGROUD.

EXTERIOR SHOT OF THE AG BUILDING.

INTERIOR SHOT OF THE AG BUILDING. WAYNE, KATY, DARY, and SQUIRRELLY DAN are standing around a table with ROOSTERS in cages on it. The DYCKS and the HOCKEY PLAYERS are also there, standing further down the room.

GLEN enters with a clipboard, officiators badge: Wayne! How're you now?

WAYNE: Good'nyou?

GLEN: Oh, I'm just dripping with excitement to be judging all y'alls cocks. Especially yours Wayne.

WAYNE squints into the distance.

DAN: You're judgings the competitions?

GLEN: Indeed I am, Daniel. Although admittedly I misunderstood the nature of the event when I first volunteered to judge. But! I have plenty of experience judging cocks from my years on the family poultry farm. The cocks I raised as a youth...

WAYNE: Pitter patter.

GLEN: Well, fine. If you don't appreciate hearing about my cock judging credentials.

DARY, snickering: Pretty sure pert near everyone in town knows 'bout those.

GLEN: True but uncalled for, Daryl!

NOAH DYCK, joining the hicks: I for one think it is admirable that Preacher Glen has experience handling and judging cocks. And from his boyhood, once.

WAYNE: Noah.

NOAH: Wayne.

DARY: Mr. Dyck.

NOAH: Daryl.

DAN: Noahs Dycks.

NOAH: Daniel. A pity Lovina Dyck could not make it to the cock judging. I'm certain she would have had she known you were showing your cock. For is it not true, mine wife, that the love tree often bears fruit when a young man parades his cock before his sweetheart, once?

ANITA approaches: What nonsense are you speaking now, Noah?

NOAH: Simply that a Dyck chooses a lifemate in part by how well she-

KATY: Or he.

DAN: Ors theys.

NOAH: -raises a cock. Did not you impress me with your cock raising skills when first we were courting?

ANITA, blushing: You say too much, husband.

NOAH: And did not you help raise this cock which I am showing proudly this day, once? Why without mine Anita Dyck's loving and tender hand, this cock would be but small and limp and lifeless.

ANITA: Us Snatches have always had a way with cocks, as well you know.

NOAH: A good thing too. Us Dycks require a skilled hand with raising our cocks. Lovina will be delighted to know you've raised such a magnificent cock as are being shown here this day. Perhaps I shall send one of my young sons to go fetch her, once. So that she might see your cock.

DAN, hurriedly: Oh nos, I'm nots showings anybodys anythings. That's all Waynes and Darys.

GLEN: Daryl! I didn't realize you were showing your cock today too. Oh, this is so exciting! Me, in the middle of a Daryl/Wayne cock sandwich.

WAYNE growls.

GLEN: Although I don't know how I'm supposed to choose between the two of your cocks. I think it will take some lengthy deliberation.

KATY: This is already taking fucking forever, I'm going to go sit down.

DAN: I'll join yous, miss Katys.

KATY as they leave: Still not over Lovina Dyck, eh?

DAN: I don'ts knows that I'll evers stop thinkings abouts Lovinas Dycks, miss Katys. Ands that's a facts.

KATY and SQUIRRELLY DAN exit.

DARY (aside): Katy's right. This is taking fucking forever.

WAYNE to GLEN: I say again. Pitter. Patter.

GLEN whines.

WAYNE: If a man should be one thing, he should be efficient.

GLEN: Fine. Everyone here? Then lets get y'all registered. What's your cocks' names? I'm sure you've come up with some good ones.

WAYNE: Plenty of good names for cocks.

DARY: Oh, you can have a lot of fun naming cocks.

WAYNE: I'm surprised we're not naming cocks right now.

DARY: Could name one after the fictional prizefighter Cocky Balboa.

WAYNE: Or the legendary real life comedian Chris Cock.

DARY: There's always actor and former wrassler Dwayne the Cock Johnson.

GLEN: Ooh, that's a two-for-one special right there.

WAYNE: Or jazz musician John Cocktrain.

DARY: I like that one.

WAYNE: Not too obscure?

DARY: Nah, it's a gooder. Cultured - but not trying too hard.

GLEN: All right, all right. So what are your cocks' names?

DARY: Cock.

GLEN: Come again? And please note, I'm saying that in a completely different context to the one I usually use.

DARY: My cock's called cock. I din't name the damn thing. I know what it looks like.

WAYNE: Well I should hope so.

DARY: And I only got the one. Not liable to mix it up with someone else's cock.

GLEN: Ok. Fine, Dary. Ruin all my fun. TURNS TO WAYNE. What about you, Wayne? What's the big fella called?

WAYNE: Only nutsacks name their cocks.

RILEY breaking into the group around GLEN: We're all saying our cock's names, boys?

JONESY: Just naming silly cock over here, boys?

RILEY: Just christening silly amounts of cock over here, boys?

WAYNE: Again, only nutsacks name their cocks.

GLEN: Yes, boys. Everyone who's entering the cock judging needs to tell me their cock's name so I can make sure to call out the right name during the handling. It's just so embarrassing to call the cock in your hands by the wrong name...

RILEY: We've got a cock to register for judging, boys.

JONESY: Well, really it's Riley's cock we're entering. And it's a real beauty, buddy.

RILEY: Hey, buddy. It's as much your cock as mine. It is a real beauty though buddy.

JONESY: Just a real beauty of a cock here, boys.

RILEY: Half clapper top cheddar.

JONESY: Guaranteed W. Ferda!

RILEY: Ferda!

GLEN: Now boys, we're talking about roosters here, not actual cocks. Don't feel bad - I too was confused at first. So, while I'm sure Riley's cock is just delightful...

JONESY: It is. He's a registered beautician, buddy.

RILEY: Thanks buddy.

GLEN: Yes. But I just want to stress again – this is the animal we're talking about here.

RILEY: Yeah, boys. Cocks.

JONESY holds up a rooster in a cage: And this is our cock:

RILEY: Four time Stanley Cup winner.

JONESY: Four time Vezina Trophy winner.

RILEY: Hockey hall-of-famer.

JONESY: Goaltender extraordinaire.

RILEY: Terry Sawcock. Ferda!

JONESY: Ferda!

DARY (aside): Kinda surprised they have a whole cock between 'em.

WAYNE: Ain't surprised they share it though, fuck.

DARY: Same way they share a set of testicles. And maybe a tongue.

GLEN: Ooh, don't tempt me Daryl.

WAYNE (turns to RILEY and JONESY): Now where in the hell did yous two nutsacks get a cock from anyways? You better not've stolen it right out from under some poor unsuspecting farmer's nose.

RILEY: We bought it down at the feed store boys.

JONESY: Heard about people keeping chickens as pets boys.

RILEY: How they're so cute and cuddly. Plus free eggs boys.

JONESY: Need plenty of protein to keep up with the gains boys.

RILEY and JONESY flex. GLEN watches avidly. WAYNE is unimpressed.

RILEY: Accidentally bought a rooster though buddy.

JONESY (sadly): Can't get eggs from a rooster buddy.

RILEY: Still a good pet though buddy.

JONESY: Yeah, just really loves to cuddle with us buddy.

RILEY: Yeah, just really loves to cuddle with us on the sofa buddy.

WAYNE: Shouldn't keep farm animals as pets. Fuck.

DARY: Farm animals belong on a farm. S'why they're called farm animals.

WAYNE: Like. You wouldn't let a sow into you're living room. And you wouldn't let a cow into your living room. So why the fuck are you cuddling up on the couch with a cock?

JONESY: Shouldn't knock it till you've tried it.

DARY: I'll knock you.

GLEN: Boys please. Lets not fight. Not when we're all gathered here today for such a noble purpose as comparing cocks.

ALL: Fine.

GLEN: All righty now, let's see. We've got Daryl's cock: cock. We've got Wayne's cock: only nutsacks name their cocks. Riley and Jonesy's collective cock: Terry Sawcock. What do you call your cock, Noah?

NOAH: While there are a great quantity of cocks at the Dyck farm, this is our most quality.

WAYNE: Quality Dyck if you will.

GLEN: Quality Dyck it is.

DARY: Sure 'nough.

WAYNE: Like you see that cock and you say, that's Quality Dyck all right. And no mistake.

GLEN: Mhm! And I know from Quality Dyck. Now, if that's everyone, we can get on with the judging...

MCMURRY barges in: Wait! (Approaching WAYNE) Wayne. How're'you'now? Good'n'you. Ohnotsobad. Okay! (Turns to the GROUP) I, McMurry, am entering my cock in this little competition. So all you sumbitches can make a hole.

GLEN: Well someone's all riled up! You can go ahead and enter your cock right here, McMurry. No need to shout.

DARY (angry): Yeah, no need to bust our balls.

WAYNE (placating): Go have a dart.

DARY (begrudgingly): Yeah, I'll have a dart.

WAYNE and DARY exit.

FADE TO BLACK.

ESTABLISHING SHOT OF THE AGRICULTURAL FESTIVAL.

ZOOM ON TWO COCK SHAKUR PLAYING FOR A CROWD IN FRONT OF THE AG BUILDING.

PAN OVER KATY AND DAN IN THE AUDIENCE.

ZOOM ON GLEN AS HE ENTERS THE STAGE AT THE FRONT OF THE CROWD.

GLEN: How'reyounow?

AUDIENCE: Good'n'you?

GAIL: All this cock talk's got me wetter than a lighthouse keeper's slicker in a Noreaster, I can tell you that much.

DAN: Gailer!

KATY: First Glen is here judging and now Gail's here.

GAIL approaches KATY and DAN.

DAN: Yeah, Gail. I didn'ts know you were so interesteds in the agriculturals.

GAIL: Less interested in the agriculturals than in seeing some. Good. Hand. Raised. Cock. Specially when I heard Wayne's entered in the cock judging.

DAN to KATY: She knows it's nots actual cocks, rights?

KATY to GAIL: More importantly, is Modean's actually closed?

DAN: Tells me it didn't burns down agains.

KATY: This town needs a fucking bar.

GAIL: Nah, Modean's 3 is still alive and kicking sure as this old goat. But when Glen told me he'd be judging cocks at the agricultural festival I figured the whole fucking town'd be here rather than down Modean's.

DAN: Nots a bad turnsout for Letterkenny's first evers ag festival.

KATY: A great fucking turnout.

GAIL: Plus, I get a chance to see Wayne's cock today – and that's worth a day's profits right there.

KATY: Gross.

GAIL: Not that I've actually lost a day's profits. Bonny's been making the rounds at the Ag festival and apparently, business. Is. Banging.

CUT TO BONNY WEAVING HER WAY THROUGH THE CROWD WITH A TRAY OF SHOT GLASSES AND BEER BOTTLES.

KATY and DAN whistfully, along with CROWD: Bonny McMurry?

GLEN (impatient): Can I have your attention please!

PAN BACK TO GLEN.

GLEN: The event we've all been waiting for – I know I have – the cock judging. Lets meet our contestants!

GLEN gestures to the stage like a game show host: First up is Wayne!

AUDIENCE applauds.

WAYNE enters with his rooster and stands stoically, hands in belt loops.

GLEN examining the rooster: An impressive cock. Sturdy. Well built. And a real big fella. Nearly eight pounds, and pure muscle. Wayne, I think you've got a real champion cock here.

WAYNE nods stoically.

GAIL: And that's not the only cock of his I hear is impressive.

GLEN: Oooh, tell me more.

WAYNE: Glen.

GAIL: That rooster's not the only cock almost eight somethings.

MCMURRY (from backstage): Wait, is that measured over or under the balls.

GAIL: And plenty of stamina to make it through those cold Canadian winter nights. If. You. Know. What. I. Mean.

GLEN: No, please continue in explicit detail.

WAYNE: Glen!

GLEN: Ok, fine. (Gestures WAYNE to move to the rear of the stage.) Moving along, next up is Dary!

AUDIENCE applauds.

GLEN examining the rooster: Oh, you've got a feisty one here, Dary. Plenty of personality! A little smaller than Wayne's but still an excellent cock. And those freckles are just too cute!

DARY: Aw, thanks Glen.

GLEN: And I'd happily take a look at your other cock if you want, Daryl.

DARY: Thanks for the offer Glen, but like I said, I only got the one.

GLEN: Oh never mind.

GLEN waves DARY off the stage.

DARY moves to stand next to WAYNE.

GLEN: Here's our next contestant, Noah Dyck!

AUDIENCE applauds.

GLEN: Now this is something special, y'all. An excellent example of a Canadian heritage breed, known for being an excellent layer and quite robust as well. Yes, I think we can all agree that this is certainly Quality Dyck right here.

NOAH: Thank you Preacher Glen. Such comments mean much coming from such an experienced judge of cocks as yourself.

GLEN: Oh, Noah. You'll make me blush. (GLEN rapidly ushers NOAH to stand next to DARY and WAYNE)  Anywho, our next contestant is Riley and Jonesy!

AUDIENCE applauds with some confusion.

DAN: What, both of thems? Collectivelys?

KATY: It makes sense. They do everything else together.

DAN: Everythings?

GAIL: Ev. Ry. Thing.

DAN: Katy?

KATY: Can confirm.

DAN: Wow. Didn'ts needs to knows thats.

KATY: You did ask.

GAIL: It's not like we gave you a blow. By. Blow account. But if you really want to know...

GLEN: This cock's a little smaller than the ones we've seen previously. Not as much muscle – might want to exercise it a little more, boys. Just really put it through it's paces.

SHORESY: Yeah! Give your balls a tug titfuckers!

RILEY: Fuck you, Shoresy! Where's your cock, if you think you're so good!

SHORESY: Fuck you Riley! If you want to know about my cock, just ask your mom. She saw plenty of it last night. Rode me so hard reverse cowgirl style I thought she was going to snap it off.

JONESY: Fuck you Shoresy!

SHORESY: Don't worry, Jonesy. Your mom was there to kiss it all better.

RILEY and JONESY: Fuck you Shoresy!

GLEN: Well! All audience commentary aside, I think you've got a very shapely cock, Riley. And I think if you put in the time, worked hard and raised it properly, you could have a real champion cock on your hands.

RILEY: Thanks, boys!

JONESY: Yeah, thanks boys!

GLEN: You're welcome. Now go sit down so we can get to our next contestant!

RILEY and JONESY fistbump and move to join the others.

McMURRY pushes forward through the other contestants: Yes, I McMurry am here to have my cock judged in front of all of you. And I'm gonna win this cocksucking cock competition, just you watch.

MRS McMURRY: Knock 'em dead, baby. Love you.

McMURRY: Love you too baby.

GLEN (awkward): Well, this cock's a little on the small side...

KATY: And that's a little bit of an understatement.

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #1: It's fucking tiny, McMurry. I've got a bigger cock hatched out an egg yesterday.

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #2: How'd you get a woman like Mrs. McMurry with a tiny cock like that?

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #1: You're a piece of shit, McMurry.

MRS McMURRY: Don't listen to him. Your cock's perfect, baby.

GLEN: Yes, well. They say it's not size that counts, but in this case – and a few others – that's just not true. Sorry, McMurry. You're out of the competition.

McMURRY: Goldangit all! (Exits STAGE mumbling profanities)

MRS McMURRY rushes after him.

GLEN: Now on to our last competitor! Modean Three's own Bonny McMurry!

AUDIENCE applauds.

DAN: I's hads no ideas she raised cocks.

KATY: I seem to remember her raising your cock pretty frequently there Dan.

DAN: I seems to remembers yous were plentys affected as well, Miss Katy.

KATY: What can I say? I like a woman with a championship cock.

GLEN: And what an excellent cock it is! A little on the slender side, but shapely! And what a lovely temperament. Outgoing without being pushy! Oh, it's just gorgeous!

WAYNE (aside to Dary): Now that's a lovely cock.

DARY: It's a beautiful cock for sure.

WAYNE: Oh it's a gorgeous cock.

GLEN: I think we have a winner folks! Let's hear it for Bonny McMurry's excellent cock!

FADE OUT TO AUDIENCE APPLAUSE AS BONNY McMURRY ACCEPTS A TROPHY.

SHOT OPENS ON THE PRODUCE STAND. WAYNE, DAN, AND DARY ARE SITTING IN THEIR USUAL SEATS WITH THEIR USUAL PUPPERS. KATYS CHAIR IS TAKEN BY WAYNE AND DARY'S ROOSTERS.

DAN: Recon Miss Katies is going to wants her seats back anytimes soons?

WAYNE: I imagine she's occupied for the evening.

DARY: Can't really blame her. I mean, who knew Bonny McMurry had such a championship cock?WAYNE: Hell, anybody'd want to go celebrate down MoDean's after a win like that. She's more than earned it, showing up all our cocks like that.

DARY: Still, there's no shame in coming second, good buddy.

DAN: Especiallys nots against such stiffs competitions.

WAYNE: I reckon you're right there, Dary. Andyouwannaknowwhat? Ain't no shame in coming third neither.

DAN: Especiallys nots against such stiffs competitions.

WAYNE stands and holds his hand out for DARY to shake: Congratulations Dary. That's a mighty fine cock you've got there.

DARY stands and shakes WAYNE's hand: Not as nice as yours, Wayne. Congratulations on the cock.

WAYNE and DARY sit.

WAYNE looks at where the roosters are sitting next to each other: Well, I'll give those hockey nutsacks this. They are cuddly little fuckers, aren't they?

DARY hawks a loogie in agreement.

WAYNE: Still not letting 'em in the fucking house though.

WAYNE, DARY, and DAN take a drink of PUPPERS.

CREDITS ROLL.

[cyclone-rachel]

2022 Omniverse Rewatch + Episode Ranking

Part 8: Arc 8

assorted thoughts/observations:

• So when did Ben switch from baseball to soccer? I guess when he was 11. • Also that sunset looks really nice. • Never mind that, why is he wearing a tuxedo over his apron? • That’s a good question. • I still cannot believe Eric Wallace, who people loved for his first season on Flash but now have decidedly more mixed feelings on, wrote this episode. It’s wild. • Although I guess he was more known for his being a comic writer at the time, but still. • That’s clearly Ashley. • Also it’s fun that Tara gets to talk to herself, as young Ben and Lucy. • So why is Jonesy here at all? • Love that that’s the thing that tips him off. • It just occurred to me that this part is kind of like the Permanent Retirement episode? • Can’t believe this is Cooper’s only appearance in this series. • Technopathetic is definitely something Winn would call Brainy. • Cooper is very obvious. • And how did a hole under just one house get that deep? • I don’t know if they’re pod people exactly, but good point. • Why wouldn’t she want him to be concerned about her safety? • Not the best idea in this kind of space. • Yeah pretty much. • It does happen all the time. • Awkward love triangle time. • Do you even know what hedorium is? • Cooper, you don’t need to try. • What’s wrong with being a doughy nerd? • Well, you never show up again, so yeah, you stop hanging out with them. • So like a space-bridge. • Oh gross. • I thought Ben didn’t know his name? • You did try that once. • YEAH baby Upgrade! • They have very small butts, I think. • Also Galvanic Mechamorphs don’t really have big butts either. • And yet you still do. • Okay, that is neat. • That was convenient. • So where did he end up? • Poor Kevin. • He would never say that. • Just like the Trouble Helix opening, kind of. • What are they trying to make? • These idiots. • Oh yeah, I guess he has only been in the Plumber base twice. • Thank you, Max. • What is this card game? • Also how did Trombipulor even get Skurd in the first place? • “chicky-baby” that probably sounds similar to something my friend Lu says. • I don’t think Skurd has blood. • It definitely would. • I kind of assumed that he got free smoothies in the first place, given who he is. • That Heatblast transformation, again, looks incredible. • Yeah, why didn’t Khyber get a new pet? • “It’s not like you’re planning to use it yourself” don’t give him any ideas. • Can’t believe there are 3 David Kayes in this scene. • That wasn’t lucky. • Okay, I guess that was. • That’s an interesting scale. • Not anywhere in the universe, it hasn’t been that long. • He definitely could have gotten DNA from more predators. • I can’t imagine you ever being happy in your life. • That’s creepy. • Oh dear indeed. • It’s hilarious that Ben thinks Skurd actually came from Khyber, like he’s actually Khyber’s sentient booger. And nobody bothers to correct him. • Yeah, it isn’t cool. • Rook is trying. • You don’t even have a butt. • Okay, that’s kind of cool. • I thought he got tossed further away? • Can’t believe they’ve never done that before with Bloxx. • Oof. • And his luck ran out. • Oh no, what happened to the motorcycle? I guess he finally crashed it, can’t believe it’s taken this long. • What was the first time? • Oh no, Rook has become Kevin • What aliens did you turn into, exactly? • You’ve tasted feet, Ben? • Still can’t believe they’re a couple. • He does want to ruin everything for you. • It is kind of funny when he imitates her accent. • Oh yikes. • The official count is like 5. • Ben, what the fuck was that. • So why couldn’t he do that in the first place? • I wonder what he wanted to thank Skurd for. • That is a cool fusion. • Also I like the nickname “time walker” for Paradox, that is very cool. • Again, love this combination, their powers make a lot of sense together. • Wait, can they? • Of course he would know it from something like that. • I don’t think that’s going to go well. • Yikes. • You said that the last time. • YEET • So how did she get the blade from the Proto-Tool? I guess she just got hold of the entire Proto-Tool itself. • If he’s “late-model” then what are you? • Eon basically being like “the banes of my very existence, I should have known you’d be here” • *Cue Billy Joel* WE DIDN’T START THE TIME WAR… • Although can you really call this a war? • Also how did Eon get those blades in the first place? Like, is that basically a katar? What kind of weapon is it? • Again, probably wouldn’t fly today. • And these guys seem to just have regular swords. • Did he just eat two of his alternate selves? • That’s not a saying. • “I could carry on indefinitely- and have many times before” Like what times? • Probably not the best idea. • Oh that is smart. • And now you’re giving me a headache. • Aren’t you that brat? • I feel like we skipped several steps in that plan. Although given that this is a time war, I guess that was part of the point. • So Kai just has the same model of phone that Ben does now, except it’s red? • Also I guess Mr. Smoothy wouldn’t just be an American chain, but it does look out of place. • It’s like she doesn’t want to say his name out of fear that he’ll show up suddenly. • Of course his photo is of Blitzwolfer • Time travel, of course. • You know, from the side and in shadow, Exo-Skull really resembles Crabdozer here.

• The Proto-Tool can be a Breathalyzer? I guess that’s what they’re called. • Kai can speak Spanish? • I don’t think Skurd even has a butt. • Ben you goddamn idiot. • “Kai thinks she’s smart because she knows stuff” yes, that’s the point. • Also I don’t think I ever realized this before, but I guess the Time Cycles only work in sync with one another? Like one can’t leave by itself. • He really doesn’t know why he should apologize? • Other planets have insects? I mean, I guess. But that’s still interesting. • Hard to believe you would ever do yardwork to begin with. • That is kind of cool. • It’s always in a random brick or something. • Would she have kissed Skurd, if she knew? • Also what’s with the error message in the Omnitrix at this moment? • That is kind of a cool transformation sequence. • Also it just struck me that Kevin Michael Richardson voices half of the Anur aliens, and David Kaye voices the other half. Oh wait, does John DiMaggio voice Whampire? Never mind. • Did he call her “Kia”? • That’s a good question, I still don’t think we know how long Galvans live. • “Maltruant, the rogue Chronosapien bent on ruling all of time and existence” that’s not enough backstory. Also I’m sure a lot of villains would like to do that. • “his first defeat” by Ben, right? In the finale? • Why did he take only those three parts? • So what does a “temporal mainspring” really do? • Would really like a translation here. • Also does John DiMaggio actually know Spanish? • That is rad. • Exo-Skull is one hundred percent down for murder I guess. • You know what, it’s like the Map of Infinity thing all over again, with Paradox splitting the thing into multiple parts, and the team not getting them, but somehow they pull out a win in the end. • What the fuck are Galvan seasons like? • You did contribute to the teasing, Kai. • Does Gwen as Lucky Girl exclusively fight people who could be Scooby-Doo villains • I’m sure she does kind of appreciate the attention. • Is that Charmcaster’s spellbook? Or just something that looks similar, but is bigger? • Gosh, Kevin’s eyes. • “That’s my girl” is he talking about Gwen or the car? I guess both. • Since when does Charmcaster call Gwen by her full name? Since the last episode probably. • She’s adorable as a totem. • That won’t work, Kevin. • I love that Charmcaster just has normal makeup supplies in the bag too. • Isn’t it just a tattoo of a skull? • I can’t believe that he’s trying to rake indoors. • And Tom Kenny finally enters the chat! Is this his first episode of any of the series? • He’s being so obvious, yet somehow they don’t get the hint. • Is this Ben being protective over Gwen? Like, nobody turns her into a totem? • Skurd says what we’re all thinking. • I still love that Kevin has Zed in the first place. • Can’t believe the Charms of Bezel are finally relevant again. • Guess Bezel came to this campus on purpose? • That is a cool visual. • Zed is holding hands too, awww. • “cabals” • I like that she acknowledges Gwen is a powerful sorcerer. • So, Adwaitya- ancient, Hex- classic, Gwen and Mike- once proud but now tragic? • Hilarious that he’s already there. • Why do you all keep fighting in the library? You want to ruin the books? • DRAGON!!! • A lot of them are melodramatic, yes. • Is Bezel or someone going to make the car magic-proof? • That is a good trick. • She needs some help. • Thanks, Rook. Also way to go, Gwen. • Why have you been? • Why are there no fanfics about eventual reluctant roommates Charmcaster, Gwen, and Kevin? And Zed too. • I guess the time cycles can move on their own, but can’t teleport? • You sure about that? • Ben never has to guard anyone, I don’t think. • And it’s “hold the fort”, it’s not like the fort has balloons attached to it or whatever. Although I guess that’s one of those phrases that’s been said incorrectly so much that the wrong version is also correct. • You mean sucks? • Have we actually ever seen Robucket before? • Bryk and Morty, ha • Goddamn. • This would be quite terrifying for anyone inside. • So Max’s code is 1039, does that mean anything? • Of course it’s Kundo. • But you hate machines, remember? • That is kind of terrifying. • Oh big yikes. • You really do. • If you want to be, yeah. • Wait, is that an actual Plumber rule? • He did say temporary. • Oh hey, it’s a reunion of the team from Outbreak I think. • Yeah, I think you fell. • Glad you admit it. • Okay, that was cool. • Isn’t that just Earth, on the map? • Alright, not exactly Earth. • You really like talking about yourself, don’t you? • Oh fuck, that’s scary. • I hope that toilet doesn’t actually work. • Love that he’s avoiding saying “this is why I hate machines”, but definitely means it. • Upgrade definitely does know viruses. • God, Ben sounds so somber, there. • And Rook does too. • So I guess you all got out of there before it launched… somehow? Oh wait, Max wasn’t in there anyway. • So the Plumber base is now basically the Justice League Watchtower. • And how long has he been a Plumber in the first place? • Good for Fistina. • Didn’t child Ben in teen Ben’s body ask if there were any video games on the Plumber computers? Guess he was right. • I like that the ultimate reason Ben wants Skurd off the Omnitrix is very petty. • I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS. IT’S LITERALLY THE SAME SET-UP. MALWARE IS IN PLACE OF THE OMNIVORACIOUS, THE PREDATOR OF THE GALVAN SPECIES. AZMUTH PUT THE BODY OF THE BEING THAT CALLED HIM “FATHER” IN THIS MUSEUM, IN THE LITERAL HALL OF PREDATORS. • Anyway, moving on. • So why is Albedo teaming up with Vilgax yet again? Was he like “hey, I know things didn’t go so well for us last time, but while I was making a plan to kill Tennyson and take Azmuth’s brain and intelligence to use for myself, I happened to find the body of this mutated Galvanic Mechamorph who I don’t like, but used to hate Azmuth and Ben as much as we do. We could turn him into armor for you, and both of us can take over Galvan Prime and kill Tennyson once and for all once he shows up, because you know he will. Interested?” • “the annoying union between Azmuth and Tennyson” what, are they married? • Also why did they think this would dissolve such a union anyway? Did they think Ben would blame Malware coming back on Azmuth or something, or do they just say that to mean “we’re gonna kill them both”? • Can’t believe Eric Wallace wrote this episode either. Or that it’s directed by the guy that Driba’s name comes from. • Oh, it is in this circumstance. • That’s kind of a valid excuse. • I do like Luhley. It does kind of suck that she has to end up with this storyline as one of her only major things in her two episodes. • Did they even see Malware, in any episode? Or was he just kind of a being that all Galvans and Mechamorphs alike feared? • “That’s bad.” Understatement, Ben. Also, we don’t get to see Azmuth’s reaction? • No kidding. • They’re not just going to accept that. • Don’t quit your day job, Albedo. • So, is Malware what’s rightfully yours? I guess not, you’re usually after the Omnitrix. So why would you feel the need to wear his corpse? • Vilgax smiling is just creepy. • Malware said almost the same thing, in a similar place. • “fashioned it” first of all, way to call your son an it, for the second time. Also, so making Mechamorphs into armor is just a thing they do? • And I would still like to know if the armor is sentient. • It is weird to hear Azmuth say that. • What a weird comment from Azmuth, again. • That’s not a poem. • Are you sure that was your best shot? • It is conceptually interesting to see Albedo fighting Galvans. • Ultimate Rath looks fucking rad. • It would’ve been cool if Steve and Corey could have done this together, like melding their voices in the same way that the Celestialsapiens do. • Did anyone really think they would kill Azmuth in the third to last episode of the series? • Oh, so now you know stuff. • You never change, I guess. • You could have used that a while ago, Azmuth. Unless you only recently built it. • Is there an AU where Azmuth is the Doctor? • I think what you said in Showdown part 1 contradicts that. • So I guess he didn’t build it recently. Okay then, still could’ve used it a while ago. • If that’s true, you wouldn’t be nearly as smart as you seem to be. • Is that your idea of being careful? • And it had to be Feedback, again. • I don’t think there are any smoothies here. • It was really that easy to knock him into the warp core? • So why is it only Galvanic Mechamorph-based? • “we’re stronger together” Ben (shaking hands emoji) Kara • Smart enough for once, yes. • Didn’t need to rewatch that part. • GOSH. CAN’T BELIEVE THIS WAS NEVER FOLLOWED UP ON. • So are there movies just featuring predators of various alien species, like here with… I don’t remember which one this is. Tyrannopede? • And you don’t want to advance your relationship… why? • So how popular is the show based on Ben anyway? • I feel like the word “chump” is pretty indicative of Ben’s role in this whole thing. • Can’t believe this is the only time we get to see Elena. She does have a really good design here. • Pro-tip, don’t trust anyone who refers to women as “females” • So there’s Eighteight, Rojo, Elena, Helen, Looma, Frightwig, Yetta, Ma Vreedle, Ester, Lucy, Sandra, Suemongousaur, Vera, Myaxx, Rayona, Jennifer Nocturne, Kai, Sceles Vreedle, Eunice, Drew Saturday, Gwen, Rook Shar, Subdora, that one female Worst that doesn’t get a name, Sunny, Charmcaster, Nyancy, Xagliv, Queen Voratia, Fistina, Swift, Julie, Luhley, and Attea? Did I get all of them? • I feel like Charles Zenith doesn’t have enough energy in his voice, for a game show host. • Also don’t trust anyone who refers to women as prizes. • Also I think that Jennifer Nocturne only spoke because Tara Platt was already in this episode as Ester. • Literally like that one Cartoon Network show that came about in the era of producing live-action content. • Wait, what did she actually do? Did she just punch them off the bridge? • Also where did Elena go? Oh wait, she is still here. • They have the Slamworm on Peptos 12? Or I guess Charles could have just summoned it there. • He is a hero, he always risks his neck. • Why is Elena trying to bite Kai? I always thought that was weird. • Well fuck you too, Zenith. • Of course all the Plumbers would want to watch too. • I mean, everyone else has vehicles of some kind, Kai should too. It’s only fair. • Kimberly’s Looma voice does sound kind of different here. • And this is where we get Kuphooma from. • How does she know how to use that? • You seem like you were expecting that. • You don’t have to rub it in, man. • His game is his whole show. • So where exactly is this audience he’s speaking of? • Or you could ask them for help. • Then what is it? • Insert joke about this being my version of that one scene from Avengers Endgame here. • “we’re here from the network” okay that is funny. • How many days does a Revonnahgander month have? • “prime time lord Omega”, ha • Oh, Ben. • We didn’t need that, but their running off together and smiling at each other is nice. • And here is the penultimate episode! • Of course it’s level 42. • And of course Animo is back. • Older Kai is so pretty. I don’t know if I said that before, but I should have. • She doesn’t know all of his archenemies? • Oh, so this is when he goes back in Arc 5. • Also they still bicker so much. • The real question would be why he called Max “Grandpa”. • Wow, a lot of people came to Max’s retirement. • Of course Rook is still messing up expressions like 20 years in the future. • Or he just pretended not to know all this time. • I love that we do have Kevin looking like the evil version of himself, and he’s even leading the Rooters, and it seems at first like him and Ben have some animosity with each other, but he’s there with Gwen and he’s happy! Very nice. • Do they still have a version of Devlin? Or would Gwen object to another kid in their family having a rhyming name? • Very happy for Gwen too, I’m glad she’s succeeding. • He doesn’t sound too enthused about that. • I guess they did never reveal Jimmy’s middle name. • Cannot believe Argit is here and the president of Earth. • So is this future Subdora, or did she just time travel with Maltruant and presumably Exo-Skull? • And you’re saying that you are, and will see such a thing coming? • Is he wearing the dwarf star? • “practically a juvenile delinquent” gosh • Also I love that Kenny calls him Uncle Argit, that’s great. • Well that’s bad. • Love that Harangue is working for Jimmy. • And of course it’s that thing. • Very clever, to use the dwarf star core too. • How does Gwen know who Maltruant is? • Is he afraid of Max? Why? • “what’s say we make your retirement permanent” yeah no, we went through that whole permanent retirement thing like 8 and a half years previous. • That’s kind of cool. • Again, love that Kai has that sword. • That can’t be good. • Of course you would do that. • What’s a donnybrook? • And we finally get the reveal. • So why is it laughable? • Hilarious that Spanner is capitalized here, when indeed it is Spanner who throws a wrench into his plans. • Also “devious clock workings” very obvious. • I do really like Mark Hamill as a voice actor, but I wish he didn’t have to do this accent. • You don’t look like you have a mouth. • Oh right, he did have that one. • Does he even have a mind to control? • What kind of a saying is that anyway? • Everyone just hates working with Eon, I guess. • And we know where he’s going. • God. Here we go, the series finale! • Yeah, he knows he won’t fail, because everything still exists. • I was just about to say, Ben’s so serious now. • Ooh, I really like this representation of the timestream. • And there’s the Ben we all know and have mixed feelings on. • Yeah, you had no idea where you could’ve ended up. Taking a real big chance there. • Funny you should say that about democracy… • This is the most Omniverse thing to do in your last ever episode. • You should listen to him, though. • Rook knows the right things to say. • Ben no. • And you’re going to make sure he won’t be born at all, right? • What are you doing? • So when exactly did the word “zombie” come into being? • Is that actually real French? • Sorry I have so many questions. • That does really look straight out of Scooby-Doo. • That was easy. • Ancient curse, huh? • Okay, you don’t want to say anything else. • That’s a coincidence. • Of course they did. • I still can’t believe tiny Vilgax is in this episode. • “ambitious disobedience”, gosh, kind of like Ben • Earth would be the armpit of the universe. • I did forget this happened. • “two of the most powerful bad guys I’ve ever faced” okay, I believe that for Vilgax, but not exactly for Maltruent? • That is a cool weapon. • Yeah, like when you and Gwen 10 had to distract Eon that one time, helping Ben 23 without him realizing it. • Is that how you say it? • Also the second villain I can think of to use “…turn of events” • “BACK TO THE STARS WITH YOU, BEAST!” Badass. • Also I can assume that this weapon was made with the help of a certain other Ben from this time in history? • It sure was. • Wow, Ben, you gave Vilgax his whole motivation. • You were saying? • Oh that’s so cool. And it looks great. • Ben no. • 5th dimensional, huh? • Why does that, of all things, hold the most sway in his heart? Or is that just a metaphor for something else that he holds dear? • “the experiment”? • That’s such a cool twist. • Oh yeah, the Annihilargh does have “genesis” in its full name, creation would be part of its purpose. And “storia” as in like history. Not sure what the rest means. • Makes sense. • CHROMASTONE! • “you slimy genius” awww. • “it has been an honor to fight at your side” again, I love that. • “we had a good run, dear friend” they’re hardly friends, but he did have a good run, yes. • “I can’t believe my last words are snot rocket” hilarious. • You’ve really lived for millennia? I guess, as a time traveler, you would have, but still. • Also you’re not original, others have wanted universes in their image. • Yeah, they’re not doing this. • Of course it would be Feedback. • God. This whole sequence is incredible. • I know it wouldn’t have made sense after Skurd left, but it would have been super cool if Ben had gotten to keep the Celestialsapien arm. • Awww, I like that Ben is making peace with the Omnitrix seeming to give him the wrong alien a lot. Even though it doing so is kind of his own fault. • That is amazing. • Of course it is. • He’s talking to Ben. • Ben is learning this time travel stuff. • So how many times has he done this? • And Ben gets another thing to brag about. • Love that it ends zooming out on a shot of the universe. And that the series ends where it all began- on a road trip, but this time on a much larger scale as our heroes know a lot more about everything and have been more places, and this time there will be new friends along for the ride.

More reasons why Maltruent should have been Malware fused with a Chronosapien:

They were both “broken” in a sense

Foreshadowing with the Ben 23/Ben Prime Upgrade/Clockwork fusion

Ben making Malware relive all his mistakes, like he presumably did himself after he lost Feedback

Just would’ve been neat to have a more personal final villain for Omniverse, and again bringing things full circle with him being the first villain we saw Ben face off against in Omniverse

Could’ve still had him fully come back to life, in Malgax Attacks, but a piece of him latches onto Maltruent and Malware lives on in that piece like Zs’skayr did in the Omnitrix

Arc 8 episodes ranked: 1. A New Dawn 2. End of an Era 3. Third Time’s a Charm 4. The Final Countdown 5. Let’s Do the Time War Again 6. Malgax Attacks 7. From Hedorium to Eternity 8. Stuck on You 9. The Secret of Dos Santos 10. The Most Dangerous Game Show

Basic thoughts: this season was a weird mixed bag? Like, the episodes where we did wrap up plot points, like the final Charmcaster trilogy episode and the last two, were really good, and Final Countdown was also good, with it promoting Rook and being important for the finale with it moving the Plumber headquarters and all. And as can be expected, I liked about half of Malgax Attacks. The rest of the episodes were either fine or not great? I don’t know. I think I remember saying that this was one of my favorite seasons, along with 2 and 5, and I honestly don’t remember why aside from the top 4 on this list. Also I definitely did put off doing this season until the day I posted this because I remembered not liking some of the episodes, only to find out today that Omniverse is being taken off Hulu in 9 days. So this project as a whole was very timely indeed. And the last episode’s sequence with all the aliens is still iconic, I wish we could’ve gotten that road trip series in some form. Anyway, everyone did their best, I’m glad this cast and crew got to do this series, and that it still brings people joy 10 years after its premiere. Looking forward to anything that might come next.

Original rankings: 1. A New Dawn 2. End of an Era 3. Third Time’s a Charm 4. Final Countdown 5. Let’s Do the Time War Again 6. Malgax Attacks 7. Stuck On You 8. Most Dangerous Game Show 9. From Hedorium to Eternity 10. Secret of Dos Santos

full rankings:

1. And Then There Was Ben 2. And Then There Were None 3. Showdown part 2 4. A New Dawn 5. Ben Again 6. Universe vs Tennyson 7. Showdown part 1 8. Weapon XI part 2 9. Malefactor 10. It’s a Mad… Ben World, part 2 11. Of Predators and Prey part 1 12. The Rooters of All Evil 13. End of an Era 14. Charm School 15. Trouble Helix 16. Max’s Monster 17. Vilgax Must Croak 18. Mystery Incorporeal 19. Weapon XI part 1 20. Third Time’s a Charm 21. Store 23 22. Charmed, I’m Sure 23. The Frogs of War part 1 24. A Fistful of Brains 25. Rook Tales 26. It’s a Mad… Ben World part 1 27. An American Benwolf in London 28. Something Zombozo This Way Comes 29. Of Predators and Prey part 2 30. Return to Forever 31. The Final Countdown 32. The Vampire Strikes Back 33. While You Were Away 34. The Frogs of War part 2 35. For a Few Brains More 36. Let’s Do the Time War Again 37. Collect This 38. So Long and Thanks for All the Smoothies 39. It Was Them 40. Mud is Thicker than Water 41. The Ultimate Heist 42. Malgax Attacks 43. Rad Monster Party 44. The Ballad of Mr. Baumann 45. Tummy Trouble 46. OTTO-Motives 47. Animo Crackers 48. Outbreak 49. Special Delivery 50. Bengeance is Mine 51. The Vengers 52. Arrested Development 53. Bros in Space 54. Cough it Up 55. Evil’s Encore 56. The More Things Change, part 2 57. Many Happy Returns 58. TGIS 59. The More Things Change, part 1 60. From Hedorium to Eternity 61. The Color of Monkey 62. Blukic and Driba Go to Area 51 63. Stuck on You 64. Catfight 65. The Secret of Dos Santos 66. Food Around the Corner 67. No Honor Among Bros 68. Rad 69. Fight at the Museum 70. Hot Stretch 71. Breakpoint 72. A Jolt from the Past 73. Clyde 5 74. Rules of Engagement 75. Blukic and Driba Go to Mr. Smoothy’s 76. The Most Dangerous Game Show 77. Vreedlemania 78. O Mother, Where Art Thou? 79. Have I Got a Deal for You 80. Gone Fishin’

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Faithful Angel Ch. 4: The Dragon Has Spoken~...

This takes place after a (fictional) concert in Germany in the late 70s~...

As ever this is forever under construction~...

Please be kind~...

Thank you~...

Enjoy~!...

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With the cheers of the audience ringing in her ears, almost to a deafening extent, Amina grabbed the towels & water bottles passing them out to the four gentleman who the cheers were for. Four older English gentlemen who were sweaty & tired after yet again damn near tearing the roof off the place & burning it down! Leaving the stage with a resounding "Thank you, Mannheim! Err... Danke! Good night!" Coming from the ever effusive poodle haired blonde lead.

That was classic Robert. Stumbling over his own peppered & fractured German in a last attempt to further ingratiate himself with the audience. The said stumbling only serving to pierce the usual veil of bluster & bravado & HE-MAN LEO MANLINESS & allow the tiniest glimpse of a glimmer of sheepish aw shucks boyishness. The cub inside the man cub. Or the He-Man-Cub as it were. Classic Robert nonetheless. Amina would expect nothing less from him.

He was the third off the stage. Before him came the bear like -and at his best Papa Bear like - moustached & bearded brunette drummer, John aka Bonzo. He was made to play the drums! No matter how many times she saw it in shows or rehearsals or in TSRTS, Amina could never get over his skills. Both with his sticks, brushes & even his bare hands!

Second was the similarly paternal and now somewhat rooster haired redheaded bassist - slash - jack of all trades musician, John Paul. Give him the world's smallest violin & he could probably play it so well it'd make even Paganini weep & flip in his grave.

All three gave Amina a hug as they thanked her for the waters & towels. Bonzo & Jonesy ones that were very paternal or avuncular even.

Robert less so...

His was a bit more lingering...

Pressing...

He nuzzled her in a way she'd seen typically reserved for Audrey or one of his other "road wives", nearly kissing her cheek in an equally lingering & less than paternal or avuncular way.

That startled her...

Only more so when...

"Ahem..."

Robert finally released her & turned just as Amina tilted to the side to see past the big 6 foot blonde blockade in front of her to see him... Him. Her knight in shining stagelight. Dressed in white silk in lieu of armor. With his trusty Gibson in lieu of a steed.

Robert instantly did his best to turn on the charm. "Ah, Jim! Sorry about that! Go ahead & get your things! Hit the showers, mate! Meet you at the club, yeah?" He chuckled, patting the slight older man on the back a little too strongly & effusive. Effusive enough that the ash from Jimmy's cigarette broke off & fell to the floor, barely missing his bespoke bottoms or shoes. Jimmy just grumbled in kind behind his bent cigarette.

And just like that, as Amina at last was able to pass Jimmy his towel & bottle, Robert was gone. They were alone. The techs working elsewhere in breaking down the Goliathic Zeppelin staging. Though she didn't know what to say, she still found herself speaking, or at least trying to speak.

"Jimmy, I..."

She also found herself silenced by a hushed warning, from the older guitarist.

"Don't let him touch you... Not like that..."

Despite the brusqueness, Amina knew he meant it more gentle than it sounded. She could see it in his eyes. Lids falling heavy beneath knitted brows over glittering, penetrating green eyes that were focused on her. She could feel it in his hand cupped & braced her arm. How it'd momentarily squeeze her before softening & massaging the spot he clutched, only to repeat it. She could see it in his aforementioned bent cigarette that was bent from nervous chewing & twiddling of his fingers. She could hear it... In his words...

"Aminadarling..."

There went that name again...

The one that made her knees buckle...

And buckle they did...

"Don't worry..." She smiled, doing her best to play it off by cupping his cheek. Wiping sweat away from his profile & brow. Flicking some off of his fringe. "I'll be fine... I'm safe, Jimmy... He's harmless, really... Just a bit of chest puffing & innocent mauling from your local friendly lion I guess..."

"I do worry, Aminadarling... He may be harmless... But his thoughts are less so I can assure you... As is the kind of mauling he'd have in mind for you, likely... I do worry... Really..." He then cupped her cheek in kind & swept in for a quick kiss that made her jolt in surprise, before adding in a hush. "You're too precious..."

That's it!

Amina glowed at those words!

She shone brighter than the brightest stagelight & felt twice as hot when as she responded to his statement with another shy, smile he swooped in yet again & fused her lips to his.

He clutched her to his rail thin frame, sweat dappled skin be damned. Spots of her t-shirt dampening & sticking to her as he enveloped her. Coming closer than close. Silken clad rock god becoming her second skin.

Amina could no longer tell if the mist in her eyes was the dry ice or lovedrunkenness. She was in a haze.

Without even thinking, she mewled out. "Mmmm... Jimmy, I need you..."

For his part he growled. "Amina... I need to see you... Alone..."

The word brought with it implications that despite the dry ice haze were crystal clear...

And banana daiquiri sweet...

With a heartbeat pressing into her inner thigh that matched her own beating between hers...

Her head was spinning...

She had a myriad of questions swirling about her, all which fountained from her lips in the rare instances he allowed hers to part from his alternately tender & bruising kisses amidst his tight clutching embrace. "Really?... Why?... When?..."

"Tonight... I'll come see you after the club..." He answered coolly before then singeing her with the heated, rasping whisper in her ear as he nipped the shell & kissed her temple. "You know why~..."

That was it...

The dragon had spoken...

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For International Woman's Day today, name your Top 10 favourite female Monty Python characters (can be the Pythons as lady characters and as well as characters played but the marvellous Carol Cleveland and Connie Booth) and why you like them!

10. Deirdre Pewty. Strung along to marriage therapy by her paranoid husband, only to run off with the councillor, is one heck of a move.

9. Mrs Scum. Jonesy put his entire soul into playing a middle-aged housewife besotted with a supervillain and, for that, my life has been improved.

8. Miss Islington. Was a real witch and yet denied it until she was thwarted by a duck. What a legend.

7. Tennis Girl. Captured my heart as soon as she was on screen. I’ve also had multiple people say I look like her!

6. Mrs N. Baiter. Ridiculously unfortunate name but she reminds me too much of my mother not to include her.

5. Mandy Cohen. Also reminds me a little too much of my mother, which is hilarious.

4. Middle of the Film Announcer. Nobody ever talks about her but she gives the iconic last monologue of the movie and looked beautiful! I mourn the lack of Michael in drag.

3. Angela. Is this because of the fanfiction? Yeah.

2. Anne Elk. She’s adorable and my wife and I love her.

1. Mrs Sydney. I love her Tudor costume and the fact she reads hardcore smut. Also, we love supportive spouses!

Thank you for the ask!! 😊