#and do not invite the actors to see our trash pile

[ltleflrt]

Does the pic show or prove anything. Nope…just Misha saying…could be a joke. I think he was joking. Isn’t that my choice?

Okay, so serious talk, without my shipper goggles on.

Misha only said he was staying in Jensen's guest room. He didn't say it's his room in Jensen's condo, he didn't say anything about why he was staying there, how long he was staying there, nothing. As far as this message says, he merely slept in an extra bedroom in a friend's house. Yes, he said that's his blanket, but he could have brought it with him if it was a pre-planned stay, or maybe it's Jensen's but he stayed in the spare room often enough to grow attached to it, but he ultimately left it behind because it doesn't belong to him.

There's nothing inherently shippy about his message. And other than using the term "blanky" instead of "blanket" it's not even really jokey. He's just sharing a story about being nostalgic about something he used to do. At most, he's making a *winkwinknudgenudge* cockles joke, because he's been aware of the shippers for at least a decade, and likes to poke us with a softly rounded stick to rile us up now and then.

There have been rumors going around for a very long time that Misha actually lived with Jensen for a few years, with some very compelling evidence to back it up. But when the cockles dumpster gang got ahold of it, the dumpster was a lot smaller than it is now, and the majority of us went BURY THAT SHIT HIDE IT HIDE IT HIDE IT, because if it's real, it's super heckin' invasive of Jensen and Misha's privacy, like whoa. I'm not even going to say what it is, because I don't want to provide any more clues for a non-GISH scavenger hunt by the new wave of cockles fandom who (at least from what I've seen) doesn't seem as respectful of the men they claim to admire.

But the rumor is widespread enough that it's the reason people are probably reacting more strongly to Misha's tweet than just a joke might warrant. Even though being roommates doesn't even mean anything other than ROOMMATES and friends. Just because fandom loves the oh my god they were roommates au, doesn't mean that Misha and Jensen were anything more than friends trying to save some money by cohabitating when they were away from their primary homes.

Is it a joke? YES OF COURSE IT IS. Duh, for reals, part of Misha's charm is his sense of humor.

Is it a joke about cockles fandom reading too much into things? Could be, and bless him for joining in on the fun, I just hope it doesn't come back to bite him in the ass someday.

Or is it a joke about a poorly hidden truth? Could be that too. Unless he releases a sex tape set in that room with that pink blanky, the world may never know.

But we're going to squee about our happy fantasies either way.

Okay, serious talk over, and I'm putting my shipper glasses back on.

[alison-anonymous]

flawsome bandits pt. 9 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Security

I AM BACK!!! This chapter may be a bit short, but it’s just because this is the second half of the story and I needed to introduce some new concepts! 

I have brought you all some more Flawsome Bandits for you special little darlings <3 I got a little excited and wrote an entire plot line for the rest of this story in a day, and I just finished writing this part tonight! So the next update might come soon, the next chapter is a bit more complicated so I still have to figure out how to write it. I hope you all enjoy this new chapter, and please let me know if there is anything or anyone you would like to see in the chapters to come! I love you all and please let me know what you think! 

Warnings - some hEaRtWrEnChInG fluff 

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Five months later…

If Y/n had to pick one period of her life where everything was perfect, it would be this one.

It had been five months since the great attack between Y/n, Sonic, and Dr. Robotnik had occurred and no one had seen or heard a thing about the crazy man in ages. While Y/n and Sonic had been staying in isolation inside the Wachowski residence, the government was sweeping the streets and subtly interrogating citizens in order to see if they had any knowledge of their whereabouts. After a couple of months, they eventually gave up and plopped the case into the cold. Once things were finally deemed safe, and after a thorough inspection by Tom, Y/n and Sonic were able to roam about Green Hills freely again. 

You would think that the people would freak out a little bit whenever they saw two alien hedgehogs walking down the streets, cracking weird jokes and singing or zipping around the place. But they actually saw the two as their own special town heroes; like they had their own unique Superman and Superwoman. Y/n was even asked to start helping Crazy Carl again in his notorious escapades of eliminating all the racoons, who he claimed were secretly geniuses and were rummaging through our trash to find anything valuable to power their supercomputers. 

I mean… he was right about Sonic, so why not give him a chance?

Sonic was even asked to help around the bakeries and grocers with some doordash delivery services, making some extra cash for his Less Than 3 Seconds delivery service. He liked to brag about the fact that he could take literally anything from the store and hardly anyone would bat an eye. This also meant that anytime Y/n even mentioned that she needed something, he would disappear and then be back in a blink holding that exact thing. With Sonic and Y/n being able to make some extra cash helping around, it encouraged Tom and Maddie to work even harder at their jobs as well. Tom reclaimed his throne as Green Hills’ favorite cop, and Maddie went back to the pet hospital. The shared strange experiences that the four had encountered only proceeded to bond them together to form an even tighter family than they ever were before. Tom and Maddie had to admit that it did take them a while to get used to Y/n’s true form, but they loved every inch of her and were simply happy that she was happy. 

Of course, enrolling them into public school was still a huge no, so they kept up the homeschooling as well. Knowing Sonic, he caught up to Y/n super fast, and it wasn’t too long before the two were helping each other Quick Study using flash cards and exercising at the same time. Speaking of their relationship, Tom had finally listened to Maddie and backed off a little bit to give room for their relationship to flourish. Because hey, if Y/n’s boyfriend was living under his roof, then he could control him like a puppet if he ever did anything to hurt her, right? 

But… there was one teeny tiny, itsy bitsy little problem. 

Y/n and Sonic never talked about… that night. You know. When they said “I love you.” Of course, they had always planned on it. But they were never quite able to find the right time. Just as they were about to get ready for the talk, Tom or Maddie would walk in or they would suddenly remember needing to do something and race off without even thinking. Maybe they were subconsciously intentionally avoiding the subject. It was a pretty intense conversation after all, and the damper as to whether or not the other had changed their mind always remained a prominent issue. 

Fear is very debilitating, you know.

But their feelings were growing stronger by the day. Every second that they spent with one another was a moment that they never wanted to end. This evening was one of those moments.

Tom and Maddie had been invited out to dinner with some of Tom’s work buddies and their wives, so while they were out drinking finely aged wine and trying to figure out what the best angle was to bite on some cheese bread, Y/n and Sonic had the house to themselves. 

Of course, Ozzy was their chaperone.

The two had planned an amazing afternoon of relaxation by plucking out a huge pile of movies to watch until they passed out from exhaustion. Most of them consisted of horribly rated horror movies so that they could make fun of them, while others consisted of action and romcoms that you just had to watch one more time. They had decided to take a break to make themselves a nice and healthy dinner, just like Tom and Maddie had wanted them to. It ended up looking more like an ice cream sundae, filled with (favorite ice cream), banana slices, sprinkles, chocolate syrup, waffle cookies, and a bunch of other stuff that Sonic had thrown in there. 

“Oh, damnit,” Y/n sighed as she stood on the kitchen counter, arms holding the cabinet doors open. “We don’t have any Eggos.”

“Fret not, M’Lady,” Sonic cried dramatically from his spot on the kitchen island. His green eyes sparkled with excitement as Y/n chuckled, her cheeks turning red at the nickname. He had gotten a bit too into the fantasy movie they had just finished watching. “Your hero is here!”

And in a blue flash, he was gone. In the time that it took Y/n to blink, he was already back, holding three packs of her favorite kind of Eggos in his arms. He tossed two of them in the fridge and held one package out to her proudly. 

“Why, thank you, Sonic,” she giggled, deciding to keep her mythical accent in order to please him. Her gloved hand brushed against his as she took the pack out of his hands, a little flicker of electricity excitedly floating across their skin at the contact. She quickly ripped it open and plopped two of the waffles onto the sundae, smiling proudly. 

“Dinner!” 

Another dozen switched positions on the couch and two more movies in, Y/n and Sonic finally ended up settling on The Conjuring. Their bellies were full of junk food and were covered up with soft blankets as they huddled together. There were a few jumpscared that actually got Y/n, but for the most part the only tension came from the decreasing distance between the two hedgehogs. Just as the credits were rolling across the screen, Sonic had wrapped his arm around Y/n’s shoulders in a totally casual manner. They listened silently to the eerie music as the actors went floating up the darkened screen. Ozzy lay passed out on the floor in front of them, next to the coffee table that held all of their dirty dishes. Y/n’s heart began to pound and her stomach felt like it was going to crawl up and spew out of her mouth as she finally turned her head to face Sonic. 

“Hey, Son…?” 

“Yeah?” He turned to her, the darkened screen making his emerald eyes grow paranormally in the dark. Hers were doing the same. They scooted away just an inch or two so that they were facing one another, Sonic’s arm still splayed across the back of the couch as he looked at her with curious, yet affectionate eyes. Y/n cleared her throat, trying to figure out how she wanted to begin this. It was now or never, right? And they had already waited for quite some time.

“I… I know that we never really talked about… um… you know,” she silently kicked herself for making things so awkward, but her nerves were getting the better of her. She could practically feel her tail shaking behind her. “I meant what I said. And I need to know if you did too…” Her heart was pounding so rapidly she could barely think over the sound, nerves skyrocketing through the roof. E/c eyes began to fill with a mixture of hope and fear as she looked up into Sonic’s emerald ones. His mouth opened and shut like a fish, void of any sound. She could only fear the worst… he didn’t mean it. He didn’t care about her the way that she did about him, did he? He secretly hated h-

“Of course I meant it! Y/n, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I guess I just never really realized it until now,” He gave her a sheepish smile, his seriousness being a completely new side of him that only ever came out when he was sincere about something. Y/n felt the butterflies go nuts in her stomach, a blush rising across her cheeks. “I think we both know that we’re kind of entirely new to this, but I was just afraid to ruin things between us. We’ve been running for most of our lives, never really having a place to call our home. But throughout all of the hard times and adventures we’ve been through, you were the one constant. Whenever I look at you…” Sonic’s emerald gaze softened as a loving smile game across his lips. “I’m home.”

A huge grin took over Y/n’s face, her eyes beginning to fill with tears of happiness. “Sonic… you’re my home, too.” Before he had a chance to say more beautiful things to make her heart melt, she threw her arms around his furry neck and buried her head in his neck. Sonic was quick to return the gesture, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her tightly. It felt like cloud nine being there with one another, knowing that they felt the same. That they would make things work just like they always did. They fat together like two pieces of a puzzle; the one person that they could never get tired of. The one person that they loved everything about. The one person who was their home. Home never truly was just one place, was it? 

It was them. 

“Okay, okay,” Y/n slowly breathed as they finally pulled apart. She ran a nervous gloved hand through her quills and gave him a bashful smile. “We’ll take things slow? Since we’re so new to this and everything.” Sonic eagerly nodded.

“Yes! I mean, yeah sure,” he attempted to play it cool by leaning back against the couch, but his excitement remained ever present in his eyes every time he looked at her. “Slow. Oh, and um, how are we going to make sure Donut Lord doesn’t kill me?” 

Y/n giggled, moving closer to her partner and snuggling up into his side. Sonic happily obliged by wrapping his one arm around her and pulling her closer into him. The warmth of his body heat made her never want to leave as she hummed softly to lift the TV remote over to hand. 

“You let me take care of that. By the way, Conjuring? Yay or nay?” 

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started! First of all, every single person in here is suffering from an extreme lack of Snickers. Like seriously. They just ain’t themselves when they’re hungry.” 

♡♡♡

At around eleven o’clock, Maddie and Tom Wachowski quietly slipped through their front door. After the very interesting dinner with their friends, the gang had wanted to go out and get some drinks. Seeing no way out of it, they decided to tag along. It was only when Wade tried to strip and ride a mechanical bull at the same time that they called it a night. They knew Y/n and Sonic well enough to figure that they would have passed out on the couch watching movies, and their suspicions were confirmed when they saw the TV still flashing scenes from Dead Silence across the quiet living room. 

The couple quietly made their way into the hall and peered into the room to see the two hedgehogs passed out on the couch. Sonic lay on his back with his arms wrapped around Y/n, whose head rested on his chest and her legs were splayed across the other half of the couch. The sight was so adorable that it brought Maddie back to her young love days as she pressed a hand against her chest. A smile formed across her face as she watched the steady rise and fall of their breathing. Unfortunately, Tom was not quite as happy.

“W-what the hell?” His grip on their leftovers tightened as he stared daggers at Sonic’s arm wrapped tightly around his daughter’s waist. “Please tell me I’m dreaming.”

“Oh, come on, Tom,” Maddie playfully smacked him in the chest. “They’re just kids. They’ve known each other their whole life, remember?” Tom let out a defeated huff, but his lips were still edged in a frown.

“But… that’s my daughter right there. And that’s a boy. With his arm. Doing things.” He turned to stare intensely at his wife. “Things I don’t like.”

Maddie laughed quietly at his expression, and grabbed his arm to tug him with her into the kitchen. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to take off these high heels that feel like nails and take a nice long bath while you put the leftovers away and raid the icebox to see if we still have those macaroons the kids got us for Valentine’s day.” She pecked him on the cheek, a warm smile floating across her lips as she looked him in the eyes. “Okay?”

“Y-yes ma’am.” Years of being married, and Maddie was still able to catch him off guard.

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A couple hours later, the house had fallen completely silent. Even Ozzy’s snoring had ceased to an open mouthed whistle as he lay on his stomach, belly exposed to the air of the living room. Maddie and Tom lay fast asleep under the covers of their bed, and Y/n and Sonic remained asleep on the couch. Everything was silent until a slow, melodic tune floated through the air. 

Y/n stirred on Sonic’s chest. She unconsciously buried her head deeper into his fur in an attempt to float back into the REM cycle. But the tune came once again, this time more forcefully. Demanding attention. When it realized Y/n was still asleep, it wafted through the air, this time louder.

Y/n’s e/c eyes popped open. She gulped, recognizing the sound instantly. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Last time she acknowledged the sound, it shot her on a brand new adventure in which she almost lost the love of her life. She turned her head back to Sonic’s chest, pointedly glaring at the air around her in hopes that whatever it was would get the hint. A couple of moments passed in silence, and her heartbeat finally slowed. Her eyelids gradually fluttered closed. 

Ah~, ah~...

♡ a.a.

[wanderingthroughwickford]

11 Questions Meme

Borrowing this meme from @Aximili because I thought it looked interesting and the questions are really unique!

1. What’s your favourite poem if you have one? why is it your favourite?

That’s a hard one, because I don’t read a lot of poetry. It took a while to think of an answer, and what I finally settled on is so nerdy and not very cultured, but I’m going to have to go with the tapestry poem (“Listen, my child, to this story of dreams” and so on) from Nancy Drew: Message in a Haunted Mansion. It’s very nostalgic to me and I loved unravelling what all the symbolism in it means/how it pertains to the mystery. Maybe a bit of a lame answer, but it’s what I’m putting.

On the other end of the spectrum I also considered the Aeneid but 1) I’ve only read about half of it, 2) I’m not entirely sure it counts as a poem? And 3) sounds way too pretentious

2. If you could spend a lot of money on one thing right now - and its not something practical like paying off debts, or a house or car - what would it be? something purely for enjoyment.

Okay so assuming we’re not allowed to say “charity” or “spend it on a friend” or w/e and can spend the money on something entirely unnecessary/selfish, I actually have a ready-prepared answer. I’ve been looking forwards for a long time to the Agents of Shield Season 4 Declassified Guide Book coming out (which it did on Tuesday) and yesterday I went to the Chapters here to see if they had it and turns out they don’t. No store in the city has it or even in Toronto, so it most likely hasn’t been shipped to the province (or even the country) yet. So I would use the money to order it to the store (which you can do but the price is not something I want to spend when I’m on a student budget #Firstworldproblems). Anyway I’ll probably just end up ordering it on Amazon or asking for it for Christmas or something.

3. Favourite plant and why?

That’s a really hard one but atm I’m thinking wisteria. I saw a ton of it in England and I love how it grows up buildings and drapes all over everything. It looks so old-timey and wonderful. The flowers are also the perfect colour.

4. When you’ve had a really long day and you’re super hungry,  what do you crave?

Ohhhh gosh. I guess this really depends on the day? But cheese popcorn is always a safe answer.

5. A memorable dream you’ve had lately?

Well uh. I had a very memorable but questionable dream trilogy the past 3 nights all involving cast members from Agents of Shield. In the first dream, my favorite actress from that show sent me a postcard saying that she was writing a story on Google Docs and was going to share it with me. In the second dream, that actress and a bunch of others from the show were invited over to our house by my Dad for a dinner party and I was going to get to interview her. And in the third … another actor I really like was hit by a car and killed? It felt super real and I actually had to look him up online when I woke up to make sure he was okay.

6. What does your dream home look like? what type of building/size/location/what’s in it?

Okay, so notwithstanding cost and practicality and upkeep, I’d really really love to live in a heritage home, like say circa 1890 to 1915ish. Something late Victorian/Edwardian/Arts and Crafts style. Queen Anne style with a little turret would be THE BEST but that’s a little ambitious even for my dreams lol. I’d like it to be along one of those sleepy streets in a neighborhood that’s clearly been there for a long time so the trees are very tall and the branches arch over the road. Like you’re in a green tunnel with sunlight filtering down. And it’d have a little backyard and frontyard and two stories + a basement but not be too big. Like 1 or 2 bedrooms, living room, kitchen, bathroom, basement, that’s all I need. I imagine it either being made out of red brick, or wood painted some sort of pastel colour (white, light pink/blue/green, etc.)

I know it’s really tempting to be like “I would live in A CASTLE with 10 secret passageways and a hidden treasure!” but it’d honestly be so big and kind of creepy to be alone in it. But I wouldn’t say no to a small secret passageway in my imaginary house … like just a sliding panel or a boarded-off maid’s staircase or something. That’d be awesome.

The furnishings would be like, high-late Victorian or Edwardian. I really like them both, and while the Victorian appeals more to me aesthetically, the Edwardian would be easier to manage and clean. But it would have electricity, TV, computer, all those modern conveniences. 

Something like the Painted Ladies in San Francisco would be ideal but to see some more feasible/local examples you can check out these pages here (which I helped set up a few summers ago *shameless self-plug*)

7. a household chore you actually enjoy?

That’s actually a fairly easy answer. I like doing the dishes, as in just loading/unloading the dishwasher. I find it kind of relaxing and therapeutic. Not saying I’d be jumping up and down to do them after I’ve had a long busy day and want to spend time doing something fun, but I don’t mind it. I also like sweeping. It feels kind of cathartic to gather up a whole bunch of dust and dirt into a pile and then throw it away.

8. who’s your favourite lesser-known music artist? which song and why?

This one’s pretty hard because a lot of what I listen to is fairly well-known pop (Taylor Swift, Kelly Clarkson, etc.) but I guess I’d go with Stan Rogers? He was a Canadian folk singer from the 70s /early 80s who unfortunately died in a plane crash. He sang a lot of songs relating to maritime life and Canadian history. My Mom introduced me to his work when I was in high school and I really like it. Some of my favorite songs of his are Mary Ellen Carter, Northwest Passage, Macdonnell on the Heights, Witch of the Westmoreland, and Barrett’s Privateers. I have Barrett’s Privateers pretty much memorized and sometimes sing it to annoy my sister, since it’s a pretty repetitive song. :P

9. what was ur favourite toy as a kid?

 OH definitely my (creatively-named) killer whale. Just a typical plastic animal toy that came with a set of 5 or so others, but for whatever reason 3-4 y/o me really latched on to him, I guess because I love killer whales so much. I would sleep with him the same way most kids sleep with teddy bears or other soft stuffed animals. I remember my parents telling me he would chase my nightmares away. When I was 16 or so one of my dogs got into my room and chewed up his fins up a bit, but luckily I rescued him in time. I actually brought him with me to Uni, both now and when I went to Exeter, and he’s sitting on a pile of my books on my shelf right now.

10. your ideal conditions for falling asleep?

 Really dark and quiet. Not too hot or too cold. Comfy blankets. Nothing troubling my mind, preferably some sort of fictional scenario to run over in my head (like involving characters or ships or something), and I’m tired enough that I can fall asleep quickly.

11. something nice you did for someone else recently!

 Mmmm I hate saying things like this because it feels like bragging. So I’m just going to go with some small things. I took the trash and recycling out for my roommate even though it wasn’t my week to do so, because the girl who was supposed to do it had left for the weekend. I also checked up on a friend from my class on Facebook because I hadn’t heard from her in a long time and wanted to make sure she was doing okay.  

Questions for anyone who wants to do them: 

What’s the hardest video game you’ve ever beaten?

What’s the furthest east, south, west, and north you’ve been?

What’s the coolest animal you’ve seen in the wild?

What book/movie/show did you watch/read as a kid that was wayyy too old for you?

When you get a new favorite character, do you instantly know they’re going to be the one, or do they grow on you slowly?

Do you like extra content in fandom (DLCs, guide books, stuff revealed by creators in an interview) or would you rather stick to the books/movies/whatever themselves?  

Have you ever gone to summer camp, and did you like it?

Skiing, snowboarding, or neither?

Favorite Halloween memory? (If you celebrate it; if not, favorite holiday memory of your choice!)

What superpower/superhuman ability would you LEAST want to have?

Something new and interesting you’ve learned this week.