#angies writing crap

[naffeclipse]

Oh I loved your new work Soft Underbelly! Love me some new flavour of y/n the feisty one! Eclipse must have been delighted and devastated to see such a pretty being having to manage just by themselves during pregnancy and birth, not to mention taking care of a pup. First because he could swing in action and take this little family as his own, and second because why were you alone? It's was dangerous not only for you but for the baby as well! I wonder how he would react that your previous mate wasn't killed off or anything but willingly choose to abandon their pregnant mate, I feel he would be angy

Thank you! Y/N was so fun to write; she's a fighter and takes no crap while being the sweetest mama!

Eclipse was very eager to see you but kept his distance under the assumption that you had to have a mate, but as time went on, he kept seeing you alone and your belly bump slowly growing bigger. He became fiercely devoted and protective. If there were any threats swimming in nearby waters, he dealt with them before they ever cast ripples your way.

He was tempted a few times to approach if only to give you food and hold you close through the nights when you slept on ice floes as to shelter you, but he expected your reaction to be intense. His patience was rewarded (by force.)

Y/N is guarded about the subject; it would take some time before she mentions her ex abandoning her during her pregnancy. Eclipse would be furious and regret not approaching you sooner to support you. It's a good thing your ex-mate is long gone—he might have gone hunting.

[shelbgrey]

I was hoping you could write a Jack Hodgins x reader fic if it's not an inconvenience. :)

Can't buy me love(Jack Hodgins)

-Based on season 8 episode 23 later on. This isn't the exact episode just a similar dialog and plot.

Paring: Jack Hodgins x Booth!Reader

Summary: after Wendell cheats on the reader with Angela, she thinks she's pregnant As Wendell trys to makes his relationship work with Angie, y/n finds comfort In Jack Hodgins. To get back at Wendell and Angela, Hodgins suggest fake dating so Wendell can see what he lost.

A/n: I plan on doing some headcanons for the king soon :) sorry this is so long and it's definitely not edited so sorry for that too.

MasterList

Everyone at the Jeffersonian knew that Jack Hodgins and y/n Booth had a different type of relationship, they were both Entomologist and boned it over it. They also seemed to always compete against each other (to Cam's demise), to a blind eye people might think they hate each other, with the insults they throw at each other. people besides them didn't know they were jokes are not, but then no one can insult her beside him.

When Wendell cheated on her, a riff was formed in the Jeffersonian. Y/n not only lost a boyfriend but her trust in Angela Montenegro, she loved Angela like a sister but after that event she could hardly look at her.

Hodgins was beyond pissed, it had nothing to do with Angela though. The two had been broken up for over two years and were good friends, there was no Jealousy. He was pissed that two people made the sweetest and kindest person cry. To Hodgins, y/n was pure and innocent... She wouldn't to crap to anybody.

A week went on and Angela didn't know if she was pregnant or not, y/n felt sick to her stomach when she heard. She played it off, pretending she was fine but the people closest to her saw right through her. They knew not to push y/n into talking, but Hodgins was the only one who had the guts to keep offering help.

~~~~~~~~(1st pov)~~~~~~~~

“enough Jack” I said swiping my card to get in the Lab platform, Hodgins quickly followed before it could close and I sighed refusing to look at him.

“well, I know what he did to you... And it's obvious your not okay” Hodgins stated seriously.

“I don't know what your talking about” I said gulping. I tried not to think about Angela and Wendell. Lately everytime I did I would just get angry and if I get angry I cry.

“what if there was a way to show him what he lost? Beacuse it looks like he lost somthing special. He's either too stupid to see that or too chicken to admit he's wrong”

“maybe both” I mumbled under my breath.

“how about we fake date” Hodgins said nonchalantly. My head shot towrds him bewildered he'd even suggest.

“excuse me? After all that's happening you want to get in bed with me?” I said jumping to conclusions.

Hodgins quickly shook his head. “don't flater yourself, I just want to help a buddy out” Hodgins said so plainly I almost believed him.

Hodgins sighed. “he's never looked at Angela the way he looks at you and I don't want him to screw up something great... If he sees what he lost maybe he'll snapped out of this little world where he thinks him and Angela will be okay”

Hodgins swiped his card and left as Wendell and Angela both walked in, he bumped Wendell's shoulder as he left. “think about it Little Booth” he said loud enough that Wendell and Angela looked up and watched us part ways as the elevator closed.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Later that night I went to the founding fathers with Temperance and Seeley. After awhile the two went off to do their own thing leaving me alone at the bar. I refuse to drink so I just sat there like an idiot. The bartender would often pass by and hand me different flavors of Pop and have small talk.

“Wisky, please” a voice said suddenly. I looked up and it was Jack Hodgins. I rolled my eyes as he took a seat two stools down from mine.

After a moment of silence I sighed and looked at him. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“fine I'll play your stupid game” I said rolling my eyes.

Hodgins smirked and scooted to the stool next to mine. He was about to get closer but I pointed at him. “but! If we're doing this there's gonna be some ground rules”

“your joking?” Hodgins said suprised.

I looked at him like I was dead serious. He nodded as I grabed a napkin from the bar. “using this” I said snatching the pen that was in his flannel pocket, he probably forgot to leave at the Jeffersonian.

“Rule number one, absolutely NO sex” I said giving him a stern look after writing it down. He rolled his eyes nodding.

“Rule number Two, never break rule number one” he gave me a weird look.

“I get it, you don't need to have the same rule twice” Hodgins said snatching the napkin and pen. I crossed my arms. “just making sure we're clear”

“Rule number three, you gotta help with experience when I need you” he said with a shit eating grin. I shook my head.

“Rule number four, ignor rule number three because You get me in trouble with Cam when I help.” I mocked.

“how else are we gonna figure out how a victim died?” Hodgins said scribbling over rule #4.

I nodded knowing he was right. I took the pen from him. “Rule five, no kissing or touching” I said, writing it down.

Hodgins looked confused and held his hands out on the table. “people are gonna find it strange I don't get to touch you when we're dating”

He took the pen before I could snatch it again. “Fine we can hold hands and you can't touch anything below the waist. If you have to kiss me it's gonna be on the cheek... And definitely don't touch my boobs” I wrote down the expectations and gave Hodgins the pen so he can decide the next rule.

“what about the forehead, your pretty short” he joked. I kicked him in the shin. He chucked flashing a smile that made me blush. I was thankful he missed it due to the dark room.

“no forehead” I said getting serious. “why? It's not your lips or neck” he asked.

“because I said” no one could kiss me like that except Wendell. It was one of those things that was so loving and pure that we had between us.

Hodgins was about to write something down but stoped and looked at me. His bright blue eyes studied me a bit as he suffered writers block for the next rule. He softly smiled. “your Beautiful, you know? I don't know why Wendell would be so stupid to give up someone like you”

I raised an eyebrow as I tried to cover the fact his words sunk deep. I chuckled and looked down. It was the first serious thing he's ever said to me. Our eyes met for a moment and in that time the bar went silent and there was nothing but us, God I loved how blue his eyes were.

I cleared my throat and Hodgins quickly looked down handing me the pen and napkin. “so what rule?”

“Rule Six... Yeah six I think” he said.

“you can't tell my brother because he'll probably kill you, he can't know it's an act” I said. Hodgins nodded, he knew how protective Seeley was. “as much as I hate to admit it, but your right”

“Rule number seven, I'm always right” I joked. Hodgins laughed not expecting me to actually write it down. He quickly grabed my arm. “hey, hey, your wasting room that can't be an actual rule”

I laughed and pushed him slightly. “too late” I joked. Hodgins snatched the pen. “Rule number eight, I can ignore rule number seven”

“okay seriously... Rule number eight, you have to go on dates with me” Hodgins said writing it down. I took the pen. “Rule nine, I get to pick the music and you shut your cakewhole about it”

He didn't write it down but I crossed my arms. “Rule number nine, skip rule eight and always listen to rule number seven” I said making Hodgins laughed.

“and rule number ten, you drive me to work every morning because I'm tired of being stuck in a car with Bones and my brother's love sick eyes every morning”

“fair enough” Hodgins said as I hand him the napkin. “last rule, you want to do the honers?” he took it, feeling of it vulnerable.

He didn't want this to end and this encounter was the most he's laughed with someone on a long time. Dispite all the rules and dangerous game he roped me into he did care about her and Wendell. He didn't want Wendell to have his girl back, he screwed up.

“Rule eleven, we can't fall in love with each other... Or hurt each other” Hodgins said writing it down.

Taking it as a joke(clearly it wasn't) I said. “that won't be a problem” I quickly singed it and so did he.

Hodgins' demeanor changed in seconds once again. “kiss to seal the deal?” he leaned in but I scoffed and got up.

“can't hate a guy for trying” he called out. “see you bright and early tomorrow sweetheart” he called out as I left the bar with the napkin of rules in my pocket.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The morning before work me and Hodgins went to the Diner for breakfast. We didn't say much just talked about the case and tarantula we got as a new lab pet, his name was Gus if you want to know. It's almost been a week since we started this whole charade and it was slowly getting out of control but at the sametime so comfortable.

What I mean by that is, Jack was the most easiest person to be around. He knew how to make me laugh and he was such gentman, with his child like manner you wouldn't really expect it.

With Wendell he was very stand off-ish and would be too nervous to do anything with me. But with Jack he took the part of being a fake boyfriend a little too serious, he would hold doors for me, make sure I ate something, and was always checking on me during work. Wendell wouldn't do that, I was pretty much on my own in the relationship.

The down fall was my best friend Arastoo Vaziri wasn't buying it, me and him had been best friends for as long as I could remember. The down fall is he could read me like a book.

“Hey Arastoo” I smiled when he came over and sat with us. Arastoo smiled at me then shot Hodgins a questionable look. I kicked him under the table, telling him to knock it off.

The three of us continued small, as Hodgins was gulping down his coffee Arastoo looked at me and cleared his throat. “y/n, I need to ask you something”

I was about to ask what was up, but all of our phones when off. “the remains are at the lab” I said.

“Brennan Said we had to be careful going in and to make sure the vires don't get spread, we taking major precautions” Hodgins added grabbing his jacket. He was the first to head for the exit of the diner, as I left Arastoo cought up to me so we were walking shoulder to shoulder.

“can we talk later?” he asked sweetly, I nodded and walked to the door Hodgins held open for us.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~

Jack and I walked into the lab holding hands, at this point I didn't care that he always made a point of doing it...it was nice really.

Anyway, when we walked in people were sealing up the lap platform with plastic that said biohazard in big red letters. “I feel like I'm stuck in the same hospital ET was in” I said as we walked around people who were runing around frantically.

“I want all the venting double checked for leaks” Temperance said as we walked up to her.

“are we gonna have enough hazman suits for everyone?” I asked, Arastoo came back to me as he pushed a cart full of tool.

“we'll have just enough I think” he said, “the last three are for us” he told me and jack.

“the CDC is downstairs in holding, waiting intill we get all set up” Temperance explained.

The four of us followed Temperance into Cam's office, all the space suit that we had to wear was in there. Wendell and Angela were already in there suiting up. Temperance told us to get ready, so we quickly got the suits on while Cam fed us information about the case.

“the CDC sent over preliminary photos from the body find, they were inspecting a facility in Maryland that disposed of biohazard waste” she explained.

“and the remains were found with veterinary water?” I asked. “yeah” Cam nodded.

“do they have any idea what the infection is?” Jack asked as he helped me zip up the suit.

“they initially suspected necrotizing fasciities” Temperance said, turing awake from the computer.

“flash-eating disease?” me and Aristoo said in sync.

“Yes, but the decomposition was too rapid.” Temperance said. “and it wouldn't have damaged the bone so severely”

Wendell sat there silently as he watched me ramble about the case. “damage that advanced from fasciities would normally take at least 3-4 days”

“well, so far we don't know if it's viral or bacterial” Temperance said. “so we could be looking at some outbreak disease situation?” Angela asked.

“basically” I said putting on the 'astronaut helmet' on and walked towards the lab.

“we have a mass spec up there?” Jack asked as we entered the biohazarded platform, Cam quickly answered 'yes' before Jack continued to ramble.

“and a centerifuge?”

“Yes, Hodgins it's all up there” Cam said intruping. After that the team surrounded the remains with precaution.

Usually remains and skeletons don't bother me, but this was sick. It was the this big box full of what looked like jell-o that hadn't fully formed, and the Skelton was stained red and covered in a slimy substance.

“looks like the nervous system was hit, were they tortured or something?” I asked.

“looks like the victim was a 25 - 35 year old female” Arastoo added.

“We're dealing with a singal strands rna virus” the CDC guy explained. “a mutation that doesn't depend on the cell cycls do replicate”

“that explains the bone damge” Wendell said, finally speaking up.

“here's some larvy, Jack” I said grabbing the creature with some tweezers. “that could help us find out where she was dumped and how long” Jack added.

“we need to ID the victim as soon as possible” CDC spoke up.”

We continued to work, studying the remains and cleaning the Bones. There wasn't enough to find out who she was, what we did find out thst this virus was intentional and we could be looking at bioterism.

We worked into the day and even found a possible suspect after Angela and Temperance photo-ID the victim. After awhile I got the word Seeley and Lance was questioning the possible killer, we still didn't know enough so we got the okay to go home after we got cleaned up and sanitized properly.

The Cdc dude suggested the team stayed close to together and not go to public places incase of an outbreak, or at least that's what Jack said. I was too tired to argue so we went to my Seeley and Temperance's place to watch a movie.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“here” I said handing him a bowl of popcorn then turning to the dvd player Seeley brought when I moved in. “so what a we watching?”

“We're watching Harry Potter” I clicked the on button and turned to him. “new rule, you have to watch this franchise with me and no complaints” I joked.

Hodgins chuckled as I unintentionally put my hand on his knee as I sat down. “which one are we watching? Isn't there like a dozen now?”

“there's 8 movies and we're watching the third one... It's the best one” I said shoving some popcorn in my mouth.

After about thirty minutes in Hodgins started to get bored, he set the empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and looked at me. “What did Vaziri want? I knew he wanted to talk to you today”

Not looking away from the the TV and spoke. “He's was just worried about me and wanted to talk”

Hodginssighed and I think there was a hint of worry. “oh yeah... You okay?”

I sighed and looked down. “I don't know... Arastoo is my best friend and I can't lie to him” I looked down.

“you told him” Hodgins said sighing, he looked at me again. “it's okay”

“he said he won't say anything, but maybe we shouldn't be doing this... We're hurting Wendell and Angela... that's not okay”

“but him hurting you is okay?” Hodgins asked serious. I looked at him with sad eyes.

“Angela hurt you too” Hodgins sighed and looked into my eyes. “that was a long time ago...I don't care about that anymore”

He looked down the back up, his blue eyes locking with mine. “if you were mine I'd never do that to you”

His words ran through my head like a tornado. I didn't know what I was doing anymore, Angela was one of my best friends and I'm here playing a practical joke with her ex. I didn't want to fall in love again, but with Jack everything was so brighter and genuine.

I don't know what possessed me but I turned to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. Hodgins' eyes widened and slightly pulled back. I gulped feeling I made a big mistake.

“I'm sor-” I was cut off as his hand cupped the back of my neck pulling me closer. Our lips coiled in feverish kiss.

I swang my leg over him and stratled his lap as our lips locked. His hands fell and grip my waist, our eyes locked as I grind against his hard erection which strains against his jeans, I move my hands to the back of his neck, running my fingers though his hair. His hands moved the the back of my neck pushing his lips harder to mine. His toung gently touched my bottom lip asking for entrance. I granted him entrance as my hands fell to his belt.

“Wait” he sighs lowly, grabbing a hold of my hands before they are able to unbuckle his belt.

I pulled away and pressed my forehead to his catching my breath. “are you sure you want to do this? This breaks every single rule”

I shook my head pressing my lips back to his. “screw it” I said against his lips.

Throwing out all logic we both had out the window, I slowly melted into him as he leaned down to my neck, kissing down it as the scruff of his beared tickled me softly. My soft giggle was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing, he groaned and picked It up

“yeah?” he stoped for a second and nodded along. “we'll be there”

I sighed knowing we had to make a late night trip to the Jeffersonian.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Once we got back to work I had to get to the lab and help with the body. Me and Aristoo had to help Temperance bag the remains.

It all happened so fast, as Arastoo lifted our side of the Skelton he winced in pain and jerked back. When caught the Skelton I felt something shank the palm of my hand.

“ow” I hissed and Temperance raced to the two of us with the CDC guy behind.

“we need get the both of you sterilized and fast” he said as he pushed the two of us to the sink. Arastoo winched in pain as the water and alcohol poured into his cut. Temperance was doing the same with me but I refused to look at the cut on my palm.

“what happened?” Cam asked, coming in with Jack. that's when I made the mistake of looking, my eyes widened and I felt a shiver roll down my spine when I saw my blood run down the drain.

Iifted up my drinched hand as is shook. “oh shit”

My eyes rolled back and fell to the cold floor. “y/n!” I hear Jack shout.

Yeah, I don't like the sight of my own blood...

I don't remember much after that, I felt Jack lift me up and shake me while Arastoo shouted at me to wake up as Cam ordered for a bunch of medical Mama jumbo. I swear I heard me and Arastoo were under quarantine though...

I woke up feeling a sickening pain in my stomach and head, I gulped and quickly set up as I felt my face dripping with sweat, when I sat up the pain shot through my legs but I wasn't bad. I sat Inian style on the medical bed as I looked around.

“Arastoo” I gasped as he looked just as bad, he winced and looked over to me, he tied to smile but failed. It hurt to do much of anything. wined and doubled over, feeling my whole insides getting boiled alive.

“I'm right here, your okay... W-we'll fix this” Jack rambled as he raced to my side and started rubbing my back. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, but felt so relived to see his ocean blue eyes.

“you shouldn't be here, you could catch this crap” I wined as Jack helped me lay back down. “I don't care” he whispered.

“none of us do, we just want to make sure your both safe” Cam said, I looked over and saw her holding Arastoo hand. I smiled at her softly, she had always had our backs especially mine. She was the closet female friend I had during my break up, Temperance ment well, but Cam really just let me feel the heart break and was my shoulder to cry on.

As the hours went on it felt like we were just getting worse and worse. Arastoo's heart rate was decreasing while I felt like my appendix was exploding every ten seconds.

I was in and out most of those hours, I heared shouting and tears... Lots of tears. I would feel Jack holding my hand everynow and then, but the bright lights of the room made my head pound every time I would open my eyes to look.

“Arastoo...” mumbled once the pain became almost too much to handle. I turned my head and saw him painting as sweat beaded his forehead.

He slowly turned is head and looked at me, he smiled softly as I spoke. “We're gonna get through this, promos me you won't die”

“you promise first” he said horsely as he held his hand out to me. It shook as he stretched it out. Before it could fall I linked my hand with his.

It went dark again and couldn't feel his touch anymore as my arm went limp. “y/n? Y/n!”

--(3rd pov)--

Jack and Temperance came runing into the room where Arastoo and y/n where. Jack's eyes widened as he saw the state of the woman he loved. The tray he held shook as tried to keep it together.

There was so much arguing and fighting, when Seeley found out about who let the vires out he was beyond pissed, especially when he found out his little sister fell victim. The criminal fought tooth and nail and even tried to stop Jack and Temperance from using what could possibly be a cure.

Jack sent over to y/n's bed side, the guy tried to stop him but Seeley slammed him against the wall.

“if you try to stop me from saving the woman I love, I will kill you” Jack said through his teeth.

“that won't be nessasary, do it Dr. Hodgins” Temperance said as Seeley tackled him to the ground and cuffed him, this was very much personal for him but he couldn't lose his cool.

Seeley dragged the guy out while Arastoo and Y/n both got the cure, Arastoo's heart rate regulated and he could finally take a breath without hurting. He looked over at his best friend and waited impatiently for her too wake up, it was taking longer to take effect.

“come on n/n...” he sighed.

Jack held her hand and tried to keep his cool, tears pricked the corners of his eyes as her heart rate stablized. She let out a cough with made the room sigh with realife.

Jack let out a happy cry and held her in his arms. “thank God”

~~~~~~~~(1st pov)~~~~~~~~

The Paramedics had to come by to make sure me and Arastoo were healthy, Jack never left my side which I was greatful for.

During the events where I was passed out cold I heard everything, call it an out of body experience that Temperance wouldn't believe. But I never relized my feelings for Jack until he said he loved me. I relized it's always been him from the very beginning.

“you ment it right? That you loved me” I asked as I was being wheel to the exit of the Jeffersonian, the medic left to get Arastoo leaving us alone.

“of course... I love you” he said looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

“I would kiss you but I might still be contagious” I said with a smile, Jack chuckled and kissed my forehead softly.

That night never left my side and for the first time I felt completely content, he made me feel things I never felt beofere and it was no longer some kinda joke, it was true.

[littlelego]

the charming hearts nation family

levi: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner. ann: levi, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck. levi: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not. ann: Well, I mean yeah. levi: So come downstairs while they’re still hot. ann: Wait, you just made them? levi: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets. ann: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time levi.

night: lili , you need to calm down. lili , slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

gary: Why would you do that? val: Because I feel guilty. haylie: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

ann, texting king: sends a voice message king, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? ann: No, don’t worry, just listen later. later king: presses play ann's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

red: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you. angie: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool! red: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

ally: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. corn: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. red: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? ally, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

em: savvy, no. savvy: savvy, yes.

florian : How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? robyn: florian , it's four o'clock in the morning. florian : So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

lucky: ally, you're my best friend. ally: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. ally: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

em: How would you like your coffee? red: As dark as my soul. em: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

Cop: What are your names? ann: Don't tell them, red. Cop, writing: red… ann: Crap. red: Nice going, ann. Cop: red: Uh oh.

florian : Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. jr: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… lego: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. kate: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. lucky: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. lili : Mental stability, my old friend! florian : Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

gray: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! lego: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? grayy: What? No! What has orion been telling you? orion, walking in, pouring Skittles into their mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

In a group chat kenny: A pegan just flew into my window. savvy: Pegan? em: A what? lili : Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan. lego: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! lili : Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. lego: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. jr: the disease is soreading

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hi Cal!!! How are you I hope you’re having a nice week!

Lol I hope you know you never have to say sorry for not having finished all the asks yet because 1. The amount and speed at which you write is truly impressive and mind blowing and 2. Literally every word you choose to share is a gift whenever it’s published

I absolutely LOVED 🦷 🛏️ and ➰ they were all so so well done and fun to read and just a general delight!

I had fun doing the themed asks last week so I think I’m gonna keep it going. Lol warning the themes are definitely gonna get more and more contrived as time goes on but hey that’s part of the fun right?

First theme is then and now! Stories that connect the very beginning of the show to where everyone’s currently at.

🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞 (one sentence and I’m already fascinated by the concept! There are so many ways you could take this one and I can’t wait to see how it goes!)

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️ (i literally grin at my screen like an idiot every time I read about how happy and in love they are in this story! And I’m so pumped to meet the next Buddie kid! You already got me to fall in love with Violet and Nico so I can’t wait for the next one!)

- PCA <3

HI PCA!

Thank you!!!!! You are so so kind as always! I'm glad you liked the fics <3

Love this theme!

30 for 🪞 (thank you!!!! I'm excited to share my vision):

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"Yes, Dove is a great kid. Peculiar sometimes, but sweet and smart. The problem is, with the rising costs of living and raising a family, fewer people are likely to adopt a child with pre-existing health conditions who is already six. But, we’re in Los Angeles. Maybe some wealthy family will take interest.”

Her tone when she says this last part isn’t confident. Crap. That’s not good. 

“So someone could ask to adopt her specifically?” Buck asks. 

“In theory,” Angie answers. “It’s a bit of a process.” 

“Right, yeah. My friends are in the middle of it actually.” Buck explains. “I hope Dove finds a family.”

“Yeah, me too. She deserves one.” 

When they end the call, Buck is all the more determined to solve this problem for Dove. 

iii.

He starts with Maddie and Chim. 

It’s not a hard decision. Maybe it would be harder under different circumstances. 

The person he thinks of first when he thinks of the ideal parent is Eddie. But obviously he’s not going to go there with this. Not the time. Like at all. Hen and Karen obviously would have been the perfect choice as far as taking in a foster kid with specific needs. But that’s no longer an option. Maddie and Chim have their foster license, though. And they’re good people! Chim was just as involved in saving Dove! They’ll want to help her. 

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66 for ⚡️ (I am very excited to introduce them!):

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All this to say, by the time they’re on one of their final trips, and the back of Eddie’s truck bed is loaded with stuff, Buck is tired. He’s sore from lifting, would very much like to get off his feet, and relax with a cool beer. But this is moving. Moving sucks. That’s a universal human experience. So Buck doesn’t complain. It’s only when he’s done securing the truck bed and walks back into the house for what is surely one of the last times, and calls out for Chris, who was gathering the last of his things from his former bedroom, that he begins to allow his fatigue to turn into frustration. 

Because Chris does not answer. 

Ten seconds pass. Twenty. Christopher doesn’t respond. 

“CHRIS!” Buck calls again. He figures Chris just has his headphones on. “Time to go, buddy!”

Again, nothing. 

Sighing, Buck tromps down the hallway towards Christopher’s room. The door is shut. Buck knocks on it.

“Chris?” He asks. 

“I don’t want to go yet!” Chris shouts from the other side. 

Buck, who could probably fall asleep if his head so much as touches a pillow, physically pouts at this. He wants to go back to the new house, where their mattress has been left on the floor of the bedroom while they set everything up, and power down like a house-moving robot that needs to recharge. 

“Uh, why not?” Buck asks. 

“Because this is my room and I don’t want to leave it!” 

Ah. Okay. 

Well, that’s interesting. Considering how he’d been excited about a house with a bigger bedroom. And not having to share a bathroom with Eddie and Buck. Literally, two days ago he was going on and on about how excited he was. So what gives?

“Can I come in?” 

“No,” Chris says. “I want to be alone right now.” 

Well… What the hell is Buck supposed to do with this right now?

He checks the time on his phone and tries not to groan. 

“Okay, Chris. I can give you ten minutes and then we need to get going, okay?”

“No! I don’t want to go in ten minutes. I want to stay here.”

Buck takes a deep breath. “Bud, there’s no furniture in there and there’s no food in this house. We’ve got to go home event-”

“THIS IS HOME! I like it here, just the three of us.” 

“It’ll just be the three of us at the new house, too. Where your room is bigger, remember that?” Buck tries. 

“Yeah, until you have another kid!” Chris replies accusingly.

Fuck. 

Buck really wishes Eddie was here for this. 

They haven’t actually said to him that they’re having another kid. They were going to wait until there was a more concrete plan. Not the nebulous idea of a kid, someday. Though Buck supposes it’s a bit less nebulous now that they’ve gone as far as choosing a name. 

“Alright,” Buck says. “I’m coming in.”

[skaruresonic]

@beevean Out of morbid curiosity, I watched episode one of Netflixavania following a video explaining games lore (disclaimer: just the Classic era. There seems to be A Lot covered in this franchise). My first impressions are: = Despite being almost comically edgy, I really wasn't emotionally impacted by the writing. It almost felt like it was just going through the motions. We begin the show with the start of Dracula and Lisa's relationship, and yet we're told it was this great transformative love instead of being shown that. One minute she's convinced him to let her stay, the next she's being burned at the stake. Wow. The tragedy. Break out the tissues. Dracula says he loved her, ofc, but since we don't get to see their relationship in action, the show might as well shrug and be like "just trust me dood"

= It's really ironic that a show paying lip service to science conveniently forgets that burn stake victims were likely to die or fall unconscious from smoke inhalation before the actual burning. Meaning Lisa wouldn't have had the time to scream and plead for as long as she had.

= ...Is this another one of those "all religion is bad and I am smart for shitting on it" works? Because I had enough of that with Mists of Avalon lmao. Not that I'm the biggest fan of Christianity, but anti-Christianity tracts like these tend to be equally fucking obnoxious because they're always so one-note, disingenuous, and boring with how they constantly beat you over the head with "religion bad" and don't really add anything else to that particular thought

= Wallachia is portrayed as like, cartoonishly backwater. Women doctors existed in the Middle Ages. They were not all automatically burned at the stake because hurr durr technology is evil.

Some of them even treated kings; I recall reading about a medieval Jewish doctor who cured a young king's eye condition. somehow I get the feeling the writer of this show has not read A History Book

= I also found it funny how the priest named "strange weeds" in the list of Lisa's possessions, as if the people of medieval Wallachia were so backwards that they didn't know what fucking herbs were.

The absolute lmao. = I don't really know anything about Dracula other than he decided to oppose God due to the death of his first wife in the games, but even then, despite my sheer lack of knowledge, I still sensed something off about his characterization here. Given how the show practically has Dracula spell it out for us that He Really Loved Lisa More Than These Stinky Humans, I Swear Just Trust Me Dood at the episode's climax, I had the feeling that if someone like him had been told his wife was dying, he'd fly like the wind to go try and rescue her. Or, failing that, unleashing unholy wrath upon her killers. But no, he just broods to the old woman just to be Dramatique. no talk him, he angy >:c = crying blood. CRAAAAAWLING IN MY CRAAAAAWL, THESE CRAWL THEY WILL NOT CRAAAAAAAAWL = Alucard tells Dracula to go after the one who killed Lisa instead of condemning all of humanity to death, but he already fucking saw who did it so like lmao what kind of logic is this = The people of Wallachia were too dumb to live actually. And kinda had it coming tbh. Imagine you don't think Satan exists but one day he shows up out of nowhere in a cloud of hellfire and tells you to gtfo before he kills you all. And instead of getting the fuck out of Dodge that very night because holy crap Satan is real after all and worse, he's pissed off, you decide to stay. Like dumbasses. = oh is this just Hunchback of Notre Dame without the sexual repression? k cool. = I'll bet the animators really liked drawing all that gore. ow the edge = Why did we spend five minutes on a not-funny, prolonged bestiality joke? It did nothing but waste time. Is this what passes for humor on this show?

= Well. That just happened. Thought it'd be more interesting than that but nah

[talltoontales]

High Rolling Spider-Man: Rushed

Prompt: This week kicked my $h1t in, and I forgot to write a story. You know who that reminds me of?

Prompt By: Me (ToonMan)

Started Writing: 06/22/2024 at 11:29 pm (Good Lord!)

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Two women, one brunette and one ginger, stand on the side of the road outside a busy restaurant. Surrounded by excited chatter, the ginger woman steps away from the crowd, pulling her phone out of her purse.

// // // // // // // // // //

Across town, Spider-Man flies back-first into the side of a parked car. Across the street, a man in a brown and yellow jumpsuit armed with metal gauntlets and a matching belt walks toward Spider-Man. Spidey starts pulling himself from the side of the car only to get hit in the chest with a blue ray fired from the thug's gauntlets.

“Oh no, don’t get up,” says the man, “I’ll make this nice and quick for ya. Won’t feel a thing!” The man fires another blast, but Spider-Man pulls himself from the car, flipping over it and using it as cover.

“Come on, Herman!” says Spider-Man. “Don’t you have anything better to do than take potshots at me?”

“Well, normally I’d be at work right now,” says Herman as he fidgets with the dials on his gauntlets, “but it turns out someone got the place shut down!” Spider-Man leaps upward onto a wall right as Herman fires a massive blast at the car, causing it to explode.

“Hey! I didn’t know you worked there,” says Spider-Man. “Besides, I did you a favor. You just got on parole. The last thing you needed was your parole officer finding out you were doing guard work for a known pimp!”

“An alleged pimp,” yells Herman, firing another blast at Spider-Man. “And it doesn’t matter anyway! He was the only one who would hire me in this stupid city, and without a job, I’m screwed either way!” Spider-Man dodges several blasts from Herman when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He taps on the earpiece inside his mask.

“Who’s calling, and can I call you back?” asks Spider-Man.

“Peter! Where are you!?” asks the ginger woman.

“Heeeey, Angi,” whispers Spider-Man. “Don’t sweat it. I am on my way as we speak.”

“As Peter or as Spider-Man?” asks Angelica.

“Uhhh. One sec,” says Spider-Man. “Hey, Herman, do you mind if we pick this up later? I got something I gotta take care of.”

“Are you serious!?” says Angelica & Herman in unison.

“You think you can ruin my life and just brush me off like I’m nothing!?” demands Herman.

“No, I didn’t mean it like—” Spider-Man leaps over another blast only to get knocked higher into the air by a second blast. Herman proceeds to juggle Spider-Man in the air.

“No suit,” says Angelica, “that was the deal. I set you up with Betty, and for one night, Spider-Man does not exist. Do you have any idea how much I had to talk her into this?”

“Seriously, can I call you back?” asks Spider-Man, “Besides, you make it sound like I’m not that great of a person,” groaned Spider-Man.

“You’re not,” says Angelica and Herman, again.

“Look, I’m on my way. Ten—” Herman lets Spider-Man faceplant onto the ground. “…fifteen minutes tops. Just tell her I…uh…you know what, users’ choice."

“Who could have seen that coming?” mocks Angelica. “Once again, I have to salvage the remains of your social life.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, shocker, I know,” says Spider-Man.

“What did you just call me?” demands Herman. Spider-Man looks up to see Herman standing over him.

“Oh crap,” says Spider-Man.

\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\

Angelica winces as Spider-Man screams into the phone before cutting off. She sighs as she regains her composer.

“He’s not coming, is he?” Angelica turns around to see Betty standing behind her.

“No, he’s coming. He just got caught up in work,” says Angelica, “lost track of time.”

“Look, I appreciate what you’re doing for me," says Betty, “but I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“No, Betty, come on,” says Angelica, “I promise, Peter’s coming, and by the end of the night, you’re gonna be thanking me ten times over for getting you out of that stuffy apartment.”

“He’s that amazing, huh?” asks Betty.

“I wouldn’t say he’s amazing,” says Angelica, “but he has his moments. Plus, would I drag you all the way here for a subpar night?” Betty rolls her eyes. “Exactly! Look, you don’t have to believe in him, but believe in me who believes in him.” Betty snickers, leading the two girls into laughing together.

“Alright, fine,” says Betty, “I guess I can hang out for a few more minutes.”

“Thank you,” says Angelica. “And who knows, Pete might shock the both of us…”

. . . . . . . . . .

(Holy crap, that was close!)

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please don't be afraid to let me hear 'em (as long as they're constructive (or comical)). Also, if you have some spare time, check out my blog for more stories like the one above. Stay safe, drink plenty of water, and be kind to yourself and others. ToonMan, AWAY!

[No joke, this week rocked me like I owed it money. Still working on week one's story, and for better or worse, it's getting posted before the end of the week. See ya then.]

[adreamingofguns]

Tagged by my beloved @epersonae: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. None of these have titles yet because they haven't been posted, and I'm not saying what fandom they're for. You gotta guess. I'm tagging my mutuals even if I don't know if they write fanfic. Good luck and Godspeed.

His hair is shorter, and he looks like the years haven't been too kind to him, but Travis recognizes Noel in an instant, knows that silhouette like his own right hand.

Tagging: @sercphim because she's out here in my dms every day back and forth writing this specific fic with me.

Angie's wedding rolls around and Aubrey is invited, it would be stupid for her not to be, and this time she brings David as her plus one.

Listen. You cannot judge me. Only like 1 person knows what fandom this is and I'm not telling 😉Tagging: @devotedanarchy

There is whiskey on his breath.

Hee hoo good luck guessing what this is from ☺️ tagging: @tothepark I dunno if you write fanfic but here u go.

Rafe has the gun trained on his head, and he swallows.

A little more obvious this time uwu tagging: @recalledtoasteroven Idk if you've written anything recently but here ☺️

"Alright, all-knowing, what am I thinking now?"

Listen I'm not a gideon fucker I'm not. tagging: @goodeye-cyborg well, here u go. Idk if you write fanfic but 😌

"Gimme one good reason I don't blow your CPU brains out all over the wall," Kellogg growls, chest to chest with the synth.

@thedietelf HEEHOO HOMOEROTIC MURDER CEREAL VIBES

From inside the room there's the sound of something like breaking glass, muffled angry voices.

@ladyoriza I know you write fanfic. Show us the goods. 😂😂

She was storming toward him, “You dirty rotten son of a bitch!” 

Hey I don't know if you write fanfic but @sexyorc ☺️

You know I wasn't running from you," He begins, and somehow his words still come.

@goblinbutler listen I don't know if you write fanfic either but here.

"Crap, there's guards coming... Quick, kiss me."

@chrishansenfromdatelinenbc LISTEN SHARE YOUR FANFIC WITH THE WORLD. IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR BRAND OF BRAIN WORMS.

[angelcloves]

So if fics are open ims put the firts one before I get to mama Eda

Hunter gets kidnapped and taken to Belos during Labrinth Runners and is locked up in a dungeon to die there, or for smth else idk

Titan crap and stuff

And maybe gets his leg and arm or he just loses a limb cus Belos be like that

Oh and im a fan of Field Amputation

Hunter eventually gets saved but is in rough condition and they eventually get him healed, and now the emerald entrails are kinda sad and saying sorry a lot, and it doesn’t Help cus Hunter is a bit angy and bitter about it, and will only talk to Gus and anyone that is not a entrails, besides Amity as he still hates her for letting them take him and obvi eclipse lake, and then you can figure the rest out

Misty out

hi! my requests are open on saturday mornings from 8 am to noon pacific time so you might need to do some adjustments to figure out when that is if youre not in the same time zone as me. i love my hunter whomp submissions but unfortunately i do need to stick to my rules for requests or else id have a mess in my inbox and most likely have to turn down more people than id like to. i mean. i already do have to turn down plenty of people but thats just the nature of high volumes and limited time to write. but i at least like to be able to maintain some consistency with it. i hope ill see you back next week!

[ackalice]

TMNT ships and shipkids? >:3

oooo boy ima assume you mean from my friend and I's story and not canon cuz I have no canon ships- none that I can think of, at least.

thank you for asking as always Meelu, I'm enjoying this excuse to ramble and explain so I can post art later on!

Adelaide and Donatello

Raphael and Maisie

Lucas and Leo

Yuki and Mikey

the ship kids I made have plenty pictures but I won't include them here cuz i dont think it would be fair to the others. they dont have pictures yet for... a reason that I'm sure you'll understand.

(color coded so its not confusing, and oldest to youngest)

Adamo and Bambinali

Nick, Koda, and Sakari

June Rei

Misaki, Teddy, Wakatoshi, Thea, Fuyumi, Sebastian, and Saemi

It's a running joke that Mikey, even though he was the youngest, was the first to be married, the first to give Splinter a grandchild, and has the most kids.

Here's a lil run down on all of them and their personality:

Adamo: Very shy and timid. He's a biology and writing nut. Mama's boy and hes proud. Gets dragged along on adventures by his sister.

Bambinali: Rowdy and loud. Extroverted out the wazoo. She also has issues getting out her emotions and takes care of it with boxing.

Nick: Very angy boy. He will throw down. Kinda standoffish with new people but he opens up and runs you wild once you get to know him.

Koda: Baby! Baby Koda! Sweet quiet turtle boy. He loves his parents and siblings very very much and would do anything for them. Overall just very kind and loving.

Sakari: She's like a tame version of Leo. Sarcastic and witty but also prefers to sit on the sidelines while her cousins get into trouble. But she will thrown down with Nick whenever he gets on her nerves.

June Rei: OOOO Very puffy lil ferret bab. Has trouble calming down and seems to have infinite energy. Rough and tumble lil princess.

Misaki: Staple eldest sister. She's very athletic. Also enjoys helping her parents out so they don't go insane. Responsible and Intimidating (to her younger siblings).

Teddy: Chill older brother. Literally does not care. He will totally help his little sisters put Sebastian on the ceiling for fun. Tried to get Thea to grow weed once.

Wakatoshi: Boho style. Loving and gives the BEST hugs. Takes after his dad in the artist department. Wears a bunch of beaded jewelry.

Thea: Reads a crap ton of books. Botanist; loves her plants to death. She is very sassy and takes fashion tips from her mom. Will terminate her siblings if they mess with her babies (House plants).

Fuyumi: Emo. Wears LOTS of black clothing and jewelry. Protective of her siblings and will beat people up if they mess with her family.

Sebastian: Grunge lil boy. He gives off a very off-putting vibe but is secretly super gentle fr. still acts tough tho, dont doubt it.

Saemi: The youngest cutie patootie. Everyone babys her to no end. She is skiddish and will hide in her shell at the slightest scare. Mikey usually cradles her to coax her back out. if that doesn't work, he brings out a funny persona to make her laugh.

@ilike2drawstuff

^ Leo and Mikey's kids and significant others are their ocs, btw. I'm showing them off bc their characters are magnificent- THANK YOU for letting me talk abt ur wee babes.

[quietbluejay]

False Gods 3

we're back to Loken and they're running low on ammo yay the titans are helping

Horus continues to be big angy

at least he isn't stupid enough to throw his weapon away Temba: think, horus, think! the destiny of the universe is Chaos Horus: wat

i don't know why but i'm not as able to find the funnies in this one like I did in Fulgrim maybe it's because Horus Rising was right before this and it was good and featured the exact same cast I really have to ask why did they publish it TWO MONTHS after?? why didn't they have the same guy write the opening trilogy???

i'll have to read some afterwords and blog entries maybe and see if i can pierce it together horus stabs temba but he just laughs and then he pulls out the anathame and says horus' name and now Horus is engaged in a swordfight! also, interestingly, Horus gets a glimpse of the real Temba inside for a second he's not having fun

you know it's good that Horus is having to put some effort into this fight

Horus gets stabbed at the same time he gets Temba for what should be good and immediately temba gets de-possessed

how many times has horus suddenly switched emotions but i'm not gonna give this scene too much crap temba says he fell willingly to the powers of the warp horus: there are no powers in the warp…you were deceived

"all is grim darkness and all is war" heee hooo

btw whenever i go hee hoo you should all imagine a little goblin cackling evilly

he's dead so Horus sits there and cries for his dead friend Loken and co are being overwhelmed and then suddenly all the zombies stop because of course they do time to storm the castle everyone is worried that Horus is dead well they found Horus cradling Temba in his lap

aximand speaks slowly and gently to horus to try and get him out but he's in shock

he's got enough awareness now Loken and Abaddon help him up

Petronella is having a panic attack her eyeliner is running

petronella: ok im cool now she spots the mournival and horus coming out and that they're unexpectedly grim (and dark) petronella quizzes Horus as they walk much to the mournival's displeasure but Horus tells them to shut up annnd then Horus collapses mid sentence oh oh here we go i remember this bit a certain character enters the narrative and the prose immediately gains a violet hue

Magnus had a nightmare and, yes we get a description via him looking in a mirror

oh yeah he's drinking wine his mind turns to the council of nikea and he angrily throws his goblet to the ground spilling wine everywhere presumably yeah yeah there is no good and evil only knowledge oh Ahriman shows up at the door the thralls are ready for the ritual Ahriman has doubts tho the spell is dangerous and may have unforeseen consequences magnus: lol

why does everyone get angry at the drop of a hat to the point where they scare people, in McNeill's writing

the whole mournival has frozen seeing petronella crying and asking horus to get up snaps Loken out of it and he yells for an apothecary and manages to rally the mournival to get Horus' armour off apothecaries get there

yeah horus isn't looking so good aximand: i have faith he'll make it the apothecaries finally get through to loken to summon a stormbird to pick them up

so he's drinking to deal with everything that's happened since he confronted Keeler about getting religion well what happened was, she tried to convert him

"it's not superstition to believe in a god, Ig, if you read my pamphlets you would understand" keeler: the light of the emperor healed me from my distress karkasy: are mersadie and i a joke to you? you know if i had a nickel for every time McNeill had a character place their hands on another character's cheeks in a bit of a weird moment, i'd have two nickels why does the one between a woman and a man who is textually attracted to her read as more devoid of subtext… Keeler: we create our own gods and the blessed Emperor is the Master of Mankind and I see yet more reddit atheists have descended as highlighters…

keeler hmphs off

on cue mersadie shows up right after, and like, I know this is mild for McNeill but can he not last like one scene

anyways he wants to talk to her about Keeler he explains the whole emperor worship and mersadie is appropriately shocked and says Keeler will have her certification revoked if it gets around maybe you shouldn't tell people about this, hint hint

ah, irony mersadie thinks they have to report her the two of them get drunk together and talk about happier things then things get interrupted as chaos descends on them Horus is baaack well the rumour is he's dead, Karkasy drops his bottle of alcohol in shock and it shatters and huh McNeill does do that a lot so there's a whole mass of people gathering, luckily Karkasy and Mersadie got a good vantage point so they're in a great place to see the astartes start killing people to get them out of the way

karkasy gets deeply pissed off but not enough to avoid noticing Euphrati Keeler's "shapely form" going through the crowd handing out pamphlets uhhhhh okay

I'm trying not to be too much of a jerk to McNeill b/c of the time frame but it was also already established that she's taken to wearing shapeless full length robes. So you can't actually see the "shapely form"

cut to the cooler Mal who is thinking "what a giant mess" re the trampling 21 people are dead and a whole lot more are seriously injured well it could have been worse

varvarus: this is going to be very bad morale mal: which is why it's not going to get out. I'm rounding up everyone on the deck varvarus: that's just buying time. you're going to have to give up an astartes as a blood sacrifice mal: i'm sorry, i can't do that

varvarus: didn't we both swear the same oath of loyalty to the imperium mal: what's that got to do with anything

luckily they get interrupted by the mistress of astropaths before mal can get to fully contemplating murder her important report is that ooooo the veil between the worlds grows thin oooo

iiiit's doctor time we've stepped into the medical genre

raiding the cliche drawer i see the mournival is hovering like expectant fathers (actual phrase used) Vaddon has no clue what he's doing because primarch biology is so weird

Loken and Aximand wrestle Abaddon down and Vaddon calls him a maniac Abaddon: if you let him die i'm gonna kill you Vaddon: get him out of here Torgaddon: but will he survive? Vaddon: we just don't know

someone put abaddon in the naughty corner

so the anathame wound has nurgle stuff in it and it won't clot Vaddon thinks if he was able to see the weapon that did it and get some of whatever posion he assumes was on it, he might be able to figure out something

Loken is now on a quest! Torgaddon calls him a drama queen and comes with no, literally the phrase "drama queen" is used okay let's cut back to what everyone has been waiting for, what are the titans up to they're trying to desquelch the titan and put it back in the ship Cassius is exhausted he's the imperial cult member he's too tired to remember he's in public so he pulls out his lectitio book and starts praying and then he sees himself surrounded by a whole bunch of faces surprise! actually they want to pray with him

and back to Petronella her bodyguard got some treatment and she's like "ok even though he's an indentured servant I guess he's kind of cool" also there's riots on the ships and people saying it's the end of the world

Maggard deserves nice things to happen and I'm happy for him that he gets appreciated by Horus so she's made it to the apothecarion and Vaddon goes up to her and tells her that Horus is asking for her Horus is in rough shape as you'd guess and wants to give his last words

another character who would be fascinating to add to the banquet of kings in fate/zero

also why does Horus keep calling her "girl" Petronella's like "whaaat noooo" Horus: yeah we get along about as well as regular brothers, probably worse Petronella: does not compute

so, re: Guilliman I'm genuinely not sure if this is a characterization marches on thing because before the HH series wasn't he kind of portrayed as power hungry? or if Horus is meant to be judging inaccurately well okay Guilliman does think he'd do a good job but he's not quite the way Horus perceives him I think Horus and the Emperor's perceptions of Guilliman are quite similar

Angron is pretty consistently written in the earlier books as being upset by Horus' appointment as Warmaster so how to interpret that vis a vis Betrayer's Angron… who realistically wouldn't really care not going to say anything else about the list there because it matches what we do see elsewhere which is nice RIP Perturabo but he does deserve it Petronella: you were picked to be Warmaster because you were the most worthy

30 years huh and then the other primarchs started getting discovered

Horus: no. no it is not. it's funny how consistent this is with later Lion characterization i can also see how French inferred stuff about Horus for writing that opening of Wolfsbane so Horus would have picked Sanguinius as the alternate Warmaster Petronella asks what part of the Emperor Horus has "his ambition to rule"

except…Horus doesn't really seem to want to rule well, any more than the Emperor does they say they want to rule but what they actually want is something else this part is actually done quite well Horus complains about the Imperium changing to a peacetime footing and not being sure how to change with it

also i have a question that's related so, if they aren't actually administering all the worlds that are conquered and setting up infrastructure, how have they been managing to conquer such a vast area armies, ships, space marines…all require a lot of bodies and resources is it meant to be that really this has been going on the whole time, and it's only now it has caught up with Horus? and he just had the luxury of not actually thinking about the logistics

Horus also feels like all his work is being given to people who did nothing to deserve it while he and his spent blood and sweat earning it and I think this is actually good characterization work by McNeill, he can in fact write there's a lot going on with this

these things are all true: - Horus knows he and the space marines are on the edge of being obsolete and is trying to switch to peacetime - Horus doesn't actually know how to do this - what Horus wants to do the most is just fight - Horus wants the rewards of his hard work and that of the people he cares about and he sees it being given to other people - Horus doesn't actually want to do the boring but necessary work of actual governance

and, most importantly: - Horus is the most scared of the unanswered question of what happens to a Warmaster when all the wars are over all the others tie into that the chapter ends on Horus saying he's going to tell Petronella everything

[potatodemon-beesexual]

Hi! I'm the same anon. Thanks for clearing it up, because I was so incredibly confused when your reblog was a little mean but the reply was nice.

Maybe write something that shows that you're talking like an alien? So idk something like Alien X says: (whatever)?

Idk just something because I didn't get the gimmick at first glance so I just thought it was someone putting an unnecessary opinion on my art

No problem. I do appreciate the idea of putting X says before everything but the only real time I was worried about someone taking it the wrong way was on ONE specific one where I was actually worried I came off as too personal after rereading it the next morning (I won’t specify which one since you obviously want your privacy, like… my tumblr barely has anyone following or keeping up with it so don’t worry TOO much about it but yeah).

To be honest I was actually considering editing that reblog before you responded but I wouldn’t have pinned that entire apology/explanation without you coming out about it so I do really appreciate that feedback. If you want me to I can specify which reblog I’m talking about if you want to make the whole conversation easier but it’s cool if you don’t. IF YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT THIS JUST TELL ME TO SPECIFY WHICH ONE, DON’T TELL ME WHO YOU ARE I DON’T WANT YOU THINKING IM TRYING TO PINPOINT WHOS MESSAGING ME OR TRYING TO DRAW YOU OUT TO TARGET YOU SO IF YOU WANT TO GO INTO A DEEPER CONVERSATION ABOUT THE ART PLEASE JUST SAY SOMETHING LIKE “Yeah, go ahead and say which art you’re talking about” AND DON’T SPECIFY IT YOURSELF!!!

Anyways, with the whole idea of just saying ‘Alien X says’ I can’t say I ever really thought of that before. I kind of just started this as a fun little “Huh, a friend of mine has a tumblr and I’m following them on it to support them after getting it for the first time. Let’s reblog cool art I like from the perspective of an alien/eldritch creature. That’s a fun way to interact with tumblr in my own little personalized corner of the internet.” I know that no one really keeps up with my reblogs anyways but I feel like saying ‘Alien X says’ before everything wouldn’t ‘ruin’ it, but it would take away from what I’m trying to go for here. I want to reblog stuff, get people to actively question whatever the hell they just read, go into my blog, and then realize “Huh, this is a fun little thing. Neat. This is a quirky little blog with a flaming crucified skull (one sin and hundreds of good deeds, lobotomy corporation reference for the win) as its profile pic and Nagito with poorly drawn googly eyes and angy eyebrows looming in the background, the blog’s called Cute Things as Judged by the Crime Skeleton and every reblog and post is weirdly written, has strange and poor punctuation and starts with ‘this creature’ like it’s talking about human beings as if they’re separate from them, neat.”

The thing is that I WANT to WEIRD people out, NOT make them feel UNSAFE or OFFENDED. With that one reblog of your art I did worry it was a bit too easy to be taken the wrong way so I changed it to something more appropriate and funny. Like… seriously I am SO sorry about that. Whenever someone puts something they put care and effort into like art it takes some vulnerability and it HURTS to feel like someone’s crapping on it. I do actually feel pretty horrible about that. With the idea of making it more obvious about what my blog’s going for with a more in the face ‘Alien X says’ it would take away from the whole ‘reading between the lines’ experience I want people to have when looking through my tumblr. It’s just that instead of being a cool little thing people can discover and either think ‘cool’ or ‘weird I don’t get it’ it turned into something offensive with that one reblog I made of your art. I WANT people to question the weird stuff I tack onto my reblog and but not in a way that hurts or offends like what happened with your art, but in a way that weirds out or gets likeminded people to look at my blog and think it’s neat.

Also just to clarify I know you just suggested the ‘Alien X says’ idea as a side thing. I do really appreciate it by the way. And I’m sorry if it felt like I dug a bit too much into the idea with explaining why I don’t think it would work with how I want my blog to come off as. Just wanted to clarify. :)

ALSO if at any point it feels like I’m putting you down in this I’m not. The entire explanation of everything is meant to be objective and I’m sorry if it comes off as any other way. I’m autistic and I can have some trouble explaining things ‘right’ or ‘politely’. Like… I’ve gotten better at it and I know the importance of not putting people down and appreciating things but just know that if it SEEMS like I’m being rude it’s ENTIRELY unintentional.

Edit: Upon looking it up I found out that you can respond to asks privately and not put them on your public posts. Fudge. :(

[angellansloves]

Hello !

Welcome to my reblog account.

I'm Angie, a 34 years old french girl. 🇫🇷 (and single mom lol pray for me)

I'm panromantic and asexual but I like (love?) read, see, write and draw smut about my fav characters. That's make me horny. Who said it was simple ? I don't make the rules.

My current otp is #lulaw (any forms) and #zosan in background

My old otp : #grindeldore #drarry

Here I will reblog other's post, or may some from my main acount if I'm very proud.

⚠️ I'm probably going to post the crap that comes out of my brain a bit at random, so you've been warned. ⚠️

If you want to chat with me privately, use my main account instead. You can also prompt me : I can't guarantee anything, but if the right buttons are pressed my brain works alone.

[avatar216]

Thanks. It's the admin Nathan Anderson of the NGDG who was saying this recently. He's claiming that there are "stories/versions of the myth like this, which is bullshit and he, of course won’t previde sources. He and others are using this to possibly make a bad faith argument that Loki is a terrible partner. I mentioned the fiction also because he’s writing books and then claiming the above to anyone criticizing his books rather than just saying he's making it up because yeh know it’s fiction.

Unfortunately people believe this crap and newbies don’t know who to trust. I don’t feel sorry for putting this dude and group on blast. As for the Lokean groups, people in those were saying that because yeah they want there to be more about Angie but also they want Loki to have two or three wives instead of having a wife, mistress, and many other lovers thus making him less of a rakehell/debauchee. I don’t care that Loki is like that because it makes for nice entertainment at the very least and because it kinda shows that he’s not so different from other gods, although in his defense he’s not eagerly and happily SAing women unlike some other gods {ahemm.. Odin}.           

I know you've written about the Gullveig/Freyja theory but I keep seeing the equation of Angrboða with the witch whose heart Loki ate according to Voluspa hin Skama and both of them being equated with Gullveig. I want to know where this idea comes from. I mostly see it on FB in the Norse Gods Discussion Group and a couple Lokean groups {although, not as much anymore}. I honestly think this is just too much of a leap in logic. I know Genevieve Gornichec put Angrboða as Gullveig in her book, but I'm not sure if she equated them with the heart eating thing. I didn't read it.

I'm asking because I've been looking for good fiction about Norse mythology but keep running into the idea that Loki is an abusive husband but also that killed his mistress and ate her heart, which kinda doesn't make sense to me because why wouldn't he have just slept with her if he wanted more children or whatever.

I'm going to stick to Greek or Egyptian mythology based fiction like ENNEAD for now, whilst looking for good Norse ones.

The first author that I know of to describe Gullveig/Heiðr, Angrboða, and the heart into a single figure is the 19th century Swedish author Viktor Rydberg (he also included Aurboða and Hyrrokkin in this complex). Rydberg was convinced that there was a single original epic narrative that was shared by all the Germanic-speaking peoples, and that myths, legends, and folklore of Germanic Europe was made up of the decayed, corrupted fragments of it. He also believed that he knew how to put it back together, sometimes even borrowing from non-Germanic narratives.

In order to make that make sense, a lot of his work is very preoccupied with merging different figures together, because he can't really allow any loose ends. His work is also characterized by a fairly strict polarity between the gods (unambiguously good) and their enemies (unambiguously bad) which, to be fair, was not uncommon among scholars in his day. He had some things to say that were important for the 19th century, but his work should not be taken seriously today.

He does still have a small but very prolific following among modern heathens including the authors of the so-called "Asatru Edda" and whoever runs www.germanicmythology.com.

I'm not sure if more recent Lokean/Rökkratrú theorizing about Gullveig/Heiðr and Angrboða is related to Viktor Rydberg or not. I could imagine that the sort of Þursatrú/Nordic Satanism types might have some things in common with the Rydberg-inspired heathens, taking the same black-and-white, hardline good-vs-evil view, but siding with the opposing team, and being favorable toward the Gullveig/Angrboða/Aurboða/Hyrrokkin complex; and then this could filter into other Lokean or Rökkatrú spaces. To me, the burnt heart seems to point to Rydberg. I don't think that Völuspá in skamma gives an impression that the heart that Loki eats belongs to Angrboða. Rydberg only came to that conclusion by inserting Völuspá into the context of Völuspá in skamma, so that Angrboða is mentioned as the mother of Fenrir, then is burnt (as Gullveig), then the burnt heart is eaten before she's resurrected. I find this pretty unintuitive, and unlikely to be thought of twice independently of each other, but I could be wrong.

On the other hand, sometimes ideas just go into circulation without anyone knowing where they come from, not thinking to question it. It's possibly that Rydberg was the ultimate origin of this, but that nobody spreading the idea knows it.

There are also a lot of heathens who worship Angrboða, but since she's only mentioned by name once in all of Norse mythology (twice if you count Snorri, but it seems like he's working from Völuspá in skamma, so it's probably just the first reference again), it seems natural to look for traces of her elsewhere. Merging her with other figures like Gullveig/Heiðr might be a way of adapting other lore so that their goddess has more written about her.

As an aside, if a figure from Völuspá is to be identified with Angrboða, I would expect it to be the unnamed in aldna í Járnviði, whose children are "Fenrir's kind."

I'm not really very familiar with Lokean groups or even really Facebook heathenry in general anymore, so it's very possible I'm missing some things. I don't really know anything about Norse mythology-inspired fiction.

[ohcoolnice]

Late

It’s a full story, I swear it’s just...I can’t figure out a title so we’re gonna just title each chapter. Also, each chapter’s title may seem like it connects to an insignificant detail, but it has deeper meaning. I’m known for my especially angsty works. MWAHAHAHAHA. 

SUMMARY: 

Marinette seriously just cannot afford mistakes, so, naturally, there are so, so, so many. First, four of their models call in sick, thanks to the lovely flu going around, meaning they don’t have anyone to model for most of their women’s pieces. Then, Adrien’s bright idea to have Marinette model her own pieces gets approved by Gabriel, and, obviously, it all backfires spectacularly-on him.***This is set in the future, The character’s are 19 and 20-ish. it’s all messed up tho bc i can’t figure out timelines so whatever. 

(THIS  CHAPTER IS A BIT BAcKSTORY, But also plot yay :) 

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Marinette could not afford to have anything go wrong today.

The new Gabriel HERO™ Collection was going to launch in two days, and with the delay she’d experienced last week with the fit models, she’d only gotten Gabriel’s approval on the final designs three days ago, stayed up all night to do the flats and came in the next day, sleep deprived and sure she’d have a heart attack with the amount of caffeine she’d consumed.

The department had been a great help. Ellie had agreed to touch up some small errors Marinette had made will working on the flats at four in the morning, enlisting Jonah, who was a wizard with Illustrator, to help her.

Samantha was great with construction, she knew every single stitch, and Marinette was sure she’d invented at least twenty of her own. She could work fast without making any errors, all the while making the rounds and helping anyone and everyone.

Marinette oversaw everything. Technically, on paper, she was an Intern. But she had been working with Gabriel for three years now, and not even out of Fashion School yet. At seventeen she’d begun interning, still surprised she’d got it, though she suspected guiltily that Adrien Agreste may have had some influence over the matter once he’d congratulated her when she’d never told him in the first place. They barely even spoke. Every so often she had nights where she felt so bad, maybe taking some other more talented girl’s spot only because she had gone to school with the designer’s son, that she would cry and sob until she passed out from exhaustion. It didn’t help she heard it often.

She learned to ignore comments and overtime the public perception of her grew more positive as people began to see her designs once Gabriel became her Mentor and put her in charge of design for several collections. She knew people knew her name as she often accompanied Gabriel to shows, taking notes on the pieces but also making notes on every work that came from Gabriel’s mouth, but she didn’t want to be too known. Even in fashion school, most of her classmates, obsessed with knowing everything about the fashion world, didn’t know who she was, just that she interned with Gabriel, perhaps. Marinette liked it that way. She wasn’t a big fan of too much attention. She preferred if she could wait until she graduated to make a name for herself.

Gabriel had admitted, in an awkward moment once two years ago, that he wasn’t overly sure as to why he decided to become a mentor to the baker’s daughter, but he remarked on the similarities he saw in his younger self and her.

She didn’t really believe him. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him smile, not once, even when she knew he was kind of proud of the work she was doing. Over the years she’d come to notice it wasn’t hard to read his expressions- okay, it was hard, just not impossible- once you’d spent enough time studying him. And Marinette took note of everything he did. Alya often wondered aloud how the designer wasn’t creeped out by her.

Marinette didn’t know how she could possibly be like Gabriel. He showed no emotion on most occasion, but she was the complete opposite. Another reason why the media often wondered what it was he saw in a seventeen-year-old intern. He knew her designing and construction skills from the competition she’d won three years prior, but that was really all he’d seen up until her portfolio, which she’d snuck onto one night before the leaving on what was supposed to be the last day of her internship. The eight days after that where she’d heard nothing had been the most depressing days of her life. Then she’d gotten a call from Nathalie, Gabriel’s assistant, asking her to come in, and she almost passed out. She’d cried so hard after that Alya had thought Marinette’s parents had died. Sometimes she wondered how Alya came up with the conclusions she did.

Everything afterwards hadn’t been smooth sailing, but it was all incredible. Every stressful task was worth it. She was being paid as an intern, since there weren’t technically any positions available at the time. There since had been some, but she didn’t dare ask for a raise. She liked being able to do everything without being confined to the title of “designer” or “dressmaker” or whatnot. She liked doing all of it. The customer service, the finances in accounting (she was terrible at it, but overly grateful), and obviously out of everything, the hands-on fashion was her favorite, but she was getting to experience working in every single aspect of one of the most successful Fashion Companies in the entire world, under the tutelage of Gabriel Agreste himself. She really didn’t think she deserved to be that lucky.

Of course, there were times where she’d broken down at two in the morning, struggling to finish an assignment while balancing school as well. Gabriel had the sort of connections where she was able to miss classes and take them at home thanks to a recording of the class, and while she utilized it, she didn’t really prefer it. She liked being in the class and learning hands on, in an environment electrified by the excitement of young adults itching to get out there and create art. She also knew she did tend to do the work for Gabriel before her studies, and it often resulted in stress and a rush the complete assignments and projects.

If she’d ever felt stress before, it was nothing in relation to the stress of the last two years. And even that was nothing in comparison to the stress of being late to a photo shoot that needed to be perfect because the entire goddamn collection would be public in two days and if she wasn’t ready, no amount of fondness Gabriel had come to feel for the girl would be able to save her job. This was a HUGE deal.

Her car pulled into her spot and she grabbed her things and breakfast for the crew. Next to her, Alya, who had taken the day off to help her best friend, took the trays and boxes from her hand and pushed her towards the entrance. “You’re already late girl, get out of here!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She pressed her hands together, blessing her friend for being so helpful, before rushing inside, hands full with the last pieces she’d finished last night before, thankfully, getting a good night’s sleep. She was glad the people from Vogue wouldn’t have to see her when she looked as if she’d been attacked by a bear and hit by a train. She didn’t want to wear makeup and risk the chance of feeling anything uncomfortable enough to distract her from her work.

She struggled with the door, grateful when she saw a glimpse of Adrien walking past inside from behind the garment bags covering her view. She knocked on the glass and the door opened a few seconds later.

“Thank ymph.” Her voice muffled behind the garment bags were met with a chuckle from Adrien as she felt the weight in her arms lessen a bit.

“Let me help you, Marinette, you look like you’ve got your hands full.” She gave him a blank look.

“That wasn’t even good. I don’t even know if that can be counted as a pun.” They were almost at the dressing station now, people rushed about, voices mixing as people rushed to prepare the stations and models. Chloe Bourgeois was the only superhero who had shared her identity, so, unfortunately, she would be modeling for the Queen Bee themed women’s pieces. Thankfully that was not until later.

“It can so be counted as a pun. But I’ll spare you because you’re so busy today. I’ll just have to write down my puns and attack you with them later.” She laughed softly, shaking her head as she gently let the bags rest on a table, hanging them up one by one as she took them out of the bags. Adrien’s eyes widened. “Oh wow. These are incredible Marinette. This is- wow.” He looked at her, his eyes sparking with…admiration? She wasn’t sure, but either way she didn’t understand his reaction. She was proud of her work, yes, but she hadn’t expected Adrien of all people to be so impressed by them.

“Thank you.” She replied, ducking her head to hide her blush. No, she had work to do. Focus, Marinette.

“So y-” She shushed him, placing a finger to his lips as he widened his eyes, face warming as he stared, cross-eyed at the finger on his lips.

“Nope, no talking. Let’s go, Hair and Makeup Chat Noir.” His face paled and he stammered and she raised a brow. “Adrien! Your father wants you as Chat Noir, so please don’t make me tell him you can’t do it and we have to find someone else because we really don’t have the time and I really don’t want to have that conversation with him.” He seemed to relax ever so slightly, the color returning to his face. Odd.

“Yeah, sorry, sure. I’ll go be Pat- I mean Chat!” He huffed in frustration and dragged a hand over his face tiredly, emerging with a weak smile that, despite getting over her crush ages ago, still sent her stomach into a frenzy. She pushed down the feeling and giggled. “Sorry, I’m tired.”

“We all are don’t worry. You’re just lucky it doesn’t show because this only can be done today. Now go before I kill you because I am very busy.” She scolded him and pushed him off as he tried to speak, hitting him with the papers in her hand. He laughed and stumbled out, turning to watch her walk back to her station, lost in her work, with a smile on his face.

As he turned to make his way to Hair and Makeup, he narrowly dogged Alya and she ran her way to Marinette, calling, “Hey, Blondie!” as she ran past.

“Who am I to you, Rapunzel?” He called back, eyes following her and landing back on Marinette, smiling with relief as her best friend arrived with food for the crew and Marinette’s purse. 

She’d really seemed to come into her own skin these last few years. For at least three years it was so hard for them to hang out. She was so awkward and stumbled over her words around him. Slowly it began to change and improve, and he found himself spending more time with her and his own mood began to improve as he did. He’d spent lots of time with her before, wearing the mask. He would steal her food and they would talk, laugh, play video games, board games. He loved watching her design and sketch. It was peaceful for him, hanging out with her as Chat Noir. It never was as Adrien. It bore down on him, kept him awake at night, not that he realized that until things changed, and he found himself able to hang out with her both in and out of costume. He realized how awful it was when he wasn’t sure if Marinette hated him or not. She was so different with him in his different personalities that he’d worried about it constantly, without even knowing it. It was all so confusing.

Looking at Marinette now, he felt a smile tug at his lips and a flutter in his heart.

She really was special. He couldn’t ask for a better friend.

[movedtodykedvonte]

What do ya think Donna’s s/o’s reaction would be when they find out that Donna eats nothing but treats and sweets

I’m eating strawberry pancakes as I write this, so this feels hypocritical

At first you think it’s just a really big sweet tooth, you’ve found yourself in the past eating nothing but junk for awhile so your not that concerned

Then you notice how many sticky wrappers, jellies, jams, pastries and other sugary treats are exactly in the house

Again this wouldn’t be an issue if not for the fact you can’t find anything BUT the confections and candies

It would put Willy Wonka’s factory to shame really

“Donna, sweetie, can I ask you something?” “Yes, dear?” “What’s with all the sweets?”

She seems a little confused, “What ever do you mean?” It’s genuine and innocent

“There’s only candies, pastries and cookies-” “And cakes” “...And cakes in the house... Why?”

“That’s what I eat.” “Why?” “Because that’s all I need” “Who told you that?” “Angie.”

You immediately understand the issue, as taking eating advice from a doll obsessed with tea parties can’t be good

Actually... you’re not entirely sure the lords (excluding Alcina) need to eat things or if it’s like a hobbie

Either way only eating sweets can’t be good and you immediately explain to Donna (much to Angie’s annoyance) that it isn’t good.

You start bringing literally any other food into the house; fruits, vegetables, meats, non-sweet bread.

Angie insists it’s all poison and Donna is scared to eat broccoli, “Why did you bring tiny trees?”

You insist it’s not poison and start small: Honey roasted carrots. They are sweet but technically healthy

Donna looks over your shoulder the whole time you’re making it and Angie hounds you

“It smells funny.” “You can’t smell Angie.” “I bet it would smell funny.” You think about shoving a carrot in her mouth just to keep her quiet.

When you finally plate it, Donna just pokes at it, possibly debating on backing out in favor of a tea cake

Then she sees you happily munching away at your serving and decides it may not be that bad

....

Holy crap it’s good! She’s surprised that it’s somehow sweet and earthy(?). It’s no short bread but it good in a different way

She’s even more excited that she can grow some of these veggies in her garden

You are very pleased that she’s liking it but soon regret it when she constantly wants you to make something new each night

It’s a lot but anything for your beloved ❤️

Plus when you’re cooking she’ll come up and hug you from behind (score) to see what you’re making.

Sometimes she’ll sneak in a kiss under the guise of getting a closer look.

You tell her to stop (you don’t mean it) cause it’s distracting and you’ll burn something (has happened once)

Every night turns into a cooking date night and you both couldn’t be happier.

[einsteinsugly]

Steven James Hyde (born November 28, 1959), an '80s Man...

"Screws fall out all the time, the world's an imperfect place." -John Bender, The Breakfast Club

*****

Welcomed, to the Forman and Barnett Family:

Jacqueline "Jackie" Hyde (nee Burkhart) (wife, May 1982-present)

Rebecca "Becca" Hyde (daughter, with Jackie, born December 5, 1985)

James Hyde (son, with Jackie, born October 22, 1987)

William "WB" Barnett (still his dad)

Angela "Angie" Barnett (still his sister)

William "Will" Clark (nephew)

Reginald "Red" and Katherine "Kitty" Forman (adopted parents, since April 1982)

Eric Forman (adopted brother)

Donna Pinciotti-Forman (nee Pinciotti) (adopted sister-in-law)

Elizabeth "Betsy" Kelso, Katherine "Kate" Forman, and Cecilia Acosta (goddaughters [adopted niece; for Kate], with Jackie)

Alexander "Alex" Forman (upcoming adopted nephew [*cough* niece *cough*])

Adrian Forman (adopted nephew), Hannah Kelso and Ashley Tate (basically his nieces)

Location(s):

Point Place, Wisconsin (January-March 1980)

Milwaukee, Wisconsin (March 1980-September 1989)

Chicago, Illinois (September 1989-present)

Occupation(s):

Owner and manager of the Point Place Grooves (January-March 1980), owner and manager of the West Milwaukee Grooves (March 1980-September 1989), owner and manager of the Rogers Park and Hyde Park Grooves (September 1989-present)

Interests:

Hobbies: Music, music, music. Learning how to play guitar. Hanging out with the wife and kids. Playing some chess. The occasional beer or joint, the occasional party or circle. The guys watched The Brave Little Toaster when they were high as fuck once. Because the creators had to be high, man, to write a whole fuckin' movie (based on a book, apparently) about talking appliances.

Movies: Stand by Me, Rain Man, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Heathers, The Breakfast Club. He watches the last two with Jackie, and the National Lampoon stuff with Forman and Donna, usually.

TV: Little House on the Prairie. Forman and Donna rope him into watching Cheers and The Wonder Years sometimes. Most 80s sitcoms suck, though. It's all super G rated, nuclear family crap. He only likes that stuff in real life, not idolized on some half-assed TV set.

Music: Lots of the old stuff. Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, The Who, The Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath. Some Santana and Steely Dan, if he's in a good mood. He listens to some new releases from AC/DC, Queen, Blue Oyster Cult, Springsteen, and other holdovers from the 70s.

But ever since Bonham and Lennon died, music hasn't been the same. Hair metal sucks (fuck Twisted Sister, Poison, Motley Crue, and Def Leppard), and so does the soft rock crap Forman calls rock (it's barely rock music, catered to the masses), so only a few popular 80s bands pique his interest. Mainly, Metallica, Iron Maiden, and Guns 'N Roses. Bon Jovi's all right, but that's more of Forman and Donna's thing.

By the end of the decade, though, the alternative and grunge scene's where it's at. Nirvana, Soundgarden, Red Hot Chili Peppers. A bunch of other underground stuff, which he's more than willing to support. With his hard-earned, cold-hard cash.

Extra Note: Orwell's dystopia gets closer and closer to comin' true, all the fuckin' time...