#ask ticket jerry

[tired-ticket-man]

"hey jerrryyyy! lova ya to death but CAN i borrow that wheelchair of yours for JUST a second ?!"

((totally isnt planning on steeling it either way))

-@francis-talbot <3

“I’m not sitting on the ground in the ticket booth. No.”

[randy-jade-4ever]

What the-

Wait... is this?

Y-Yea....

It seems it's time to return to answering questions.

I-I hope I don't get possessed again...

for all our sakes, don't lose your ONLY translator.

D-Don't worry. After LAST time, I'm keeping this thing very close to me.

Sweet. Everything is finally back to normal.

Though... h-hey Jerry why do I feel like.... someone d-die-

(That's right! The two people you've been missing are back! please go bother them /affectionate)

[keter-class-anomaly]

i am starting to consume dialtown content and I want to kiss Jerry

I'M MAKING PEOPLE PLAY DIALTOWN FR???? THAT'S FUCKING AWESOEM!!!!! ALSO YES! JERRY IS HIGHLY KISSABLE

[c0tt0nballz]

I love that one meme so much i wanted to draw carmen with the club before the joke died, PLUS!! Under the cut im gonna talk about carmen's attitude towards the boys and stuff yayyy, tl;dr at the end too

Carmen & pete :

Carmen always sees him in the horror section of the store, always renting the yuckiest stuff to flex, but Pete only ends up looking like a total wimp, one time when Carmen was checking out some of the merch to see if they were in good condition, she had the horrible luck of opening a creepshow novel just as Pete was walking by, he went into an absolute meltdown and started to question her on every single useless shit that was in it, "do you even know who created creepshow?" "Name ONE artist that worked in any of the volumes", he was just trying to start a conversation, but came off as some stuck-up ass wipe that Carmen would have punched in the nose if it wasnt for the security cameras, overall.

Carmen thinks Pete is a depraved grimy elf that escaped santa's factory after trying to bang his daughter.

Pete thinks Carmen is a huge cunt who needs her brain fixed with an ice pick and some anti-feminist tapes.

Carmen & Jerry :

They havent really talked much, but that doesn't mean he is any safe from her hate, the first time she saw Jerry was with the club, that gave her an idea about the kind of person he is, she ignores him the most since he never fights back, only murmus stuff under his breath or scoffs while walking away, not much to say, they never interract, nothing ever comes out from trying.

Carmen thinks Jerry is an extremely annoying string-bean with 0 backbone, always avoiding conflict by agreeing with the mayority, a baby sheep.

Jerry thinks Carmen is so bitchy for no reason, he knows nothing about her, has no idea why she is like this, but he hates it, and honestly, he is a bit scared of her.

Carmen and Josh :

Carmen lets out the hugest sighs when Josh comes into the store, of course every single member is a sign of bad luck, but he is a guarentee day-fucked ticket, always whining about something, stealing shit, fighting, arguing, mostly with Carmen, he gets on her nerves on a really weird way, she mostly ignores everyone but he is just, fun to fuck with? She still isnt sure, but they do argue a lot.

Carmen thinks Josh is a huge baby and a failed attempt at a know-it-all with lots of mommys cash.

Josh thinks Carmen is a witch and scammer, even thought she has 0 control over prices.

Carmen and Bill :

This duo is never at ease when near eachother, if Carmen had to choose who to hit first with her broom, she'd choose to Bill, she wouldn't hit anyone else she would just keep hitting Bill until the broom breaks, she can still remember the odd feeling that went through her whole body like a shock when Bill first appeared, it was something she never felt before, like a 100 slimes crawling in her back, she knew there was something about Bill that she could NOT brush off her mind, it wasn't fear, it wasn't hate, it was... so sentimental... then her bubble of thought broke once Bill started to ask what was a girl doing behind the counter, thats when their life long rivalry started.

Carmen thinks Bill is a psychopathic slime nerd thing that needs to be put in a nut house before he does something worse than what he did at Joe's.

Bill thinks Carmen is a sell out whore who is trying to destroy and disparage nerd culture as we know it.

TL;DR : Carmen hates everyone and everyone hates her

[whore-ibly-hot]

Just a quick little thing to tide you all over.

Thinking about...

Bill, he hates fem!reader being a part of the group, but he can't help from bringing it up when he's getting picked on at school. Bringing up he's got a hot piece of ass in the club, so how could they be dorks! There's a chick in HIS club.

"You're not a fucking member, I said that because that jock-douche wouldn't leave me alone. Even if you were, you don't know shit about what we do here." He complains. "I-I mean, honestly, do you even own a single comic, mint condition? Do you sleeve and grade them yourself? Didn't think so. You're a glorified class pet, consider yourself lucky I let you bum around here." He sneers.

His tune quickly changes when he's at the comic book shop, pushing some kids and middle aged men aside to get to a new edition of Spider-man. "Hey, kid, watch it!" One of the neckbeards scoffs, adjusting his glasses and pushing Bill's shoulder. Bill whips around, furious. "You watch it! And KID?! Listen here, you limped dick virgin, I'm younger than you, but at least I've spoken to a girl who isn't my mom in the last ten years. Take this-" He shoves the comic at him. "See if I even care, go beat your meat over the fact you got a comic, ill just go back to MY club, surrounded by MY collection, and sit with MY girl!"

After being removed from the store for yet another freak out, he slowly winds down, face a bit flushed as he considers the implications of 'his girl'.

"Hey, Bill, so... since I'm a member of the group now-"

"You're not-"

"I was hoping I could maybe come over and set up for meetings. You know, over here."

This gives him pause, but the idea of you, just you, in his house, setting up for the meeting, all alone. Not showing up for the other guys, showing up for him. Being... his.

"Fine. But be prepared to do some actual work, gotta earn your place here..." Hes pretty sure he's seen a porno start this way.

Yan!Pete, he doesn't have to prove anything to anyone, he's just gonna relish in the fact that the club isn't a sausage fest anymore. He's suddenly able to tune out Bill's screeching way more, focusing on the way you bend down to pick the figures Bill has knocked on the wall in a rage, the way your pants hug your ass. Digging under a shitty couch for a three dollar Megaman figure has never been sexier.

He'll call you. A lot. Telling you about some freaky new flick he's found, or that he's got tickets to some shitty new band playing downtown. It's best to indulge him, he'll only get clingier if you don't respond, calling the home phone line, which always gets awkward with your folks.

"Hey, how's it going, babe?" He calls over the phone. "Whatcha up to?" You respond saying your just laying on your bed, watching some TV. "Cool, cool. Listen, you want any company in that big ass bed of yours? I got some stuff from Block-Buster." He just lets out a huff as you say you can't, but you're happy to talk for a bit. As you complain about bill, it's best to ignore his his breathing grows heavier, and the unending stream of thoughts from his big mouth seem to get suspiciously quiet. Trust me, you finding out what he's doing on the other end will only turn him on more.

"So, yeah- he's just being a total dick. I mean, I don't want to have to feel like I'm 'earning my place' in a group of friends." You sigh into the phone.

"Yeah- well, that's Bill for you." Pete huffs, speaking up for the first time in several minutes. "He's a dickwad, shit..."

"I don't know. Anyways, what did you wanna talk about?"

"Wanna fuckin' cum..." he mumbles, so lowly you can barely hear, and ask him to repeat.

"What?"

"What?"

Jerry, he's thrilled to have a pretty girl around, makes him feel a little more normal. However, he knows the rest of his group isn't, so while they are wrapped up in wanting you too much or fighting the urge to want you, he's wracked with insecurity you'll leave. He knows that he and the others are a shitty bunch of people, and its only a matter of time till you realize it.

He's as sweet as he can be, learning everything he can about you. What are your hobbies, your interests, what do you do when you aren't bumming around with them? Tell him, he'll get into whatever you're into. Just stay. Please. You make him feel sane when everyone is screeching.

"No, no! I totally like that kinda stuff!" He assures you, ignoring the sounds of Josh trying to explain the significance of his recently acquired magic card. "Yeah, um, I mean, I'm still getting into it, so, if you have any advice or, if you wanna teach me about it, that'd be cool!" He struggles between wanting to learn from you, as thay would be MAJOR for him to spend that much time with you, and wanting to already be perfect at whatever you're doing to impress. Wikihow becomes Jerry's best friend, as he works on trying to master you interest. Into crotchet? He hopes his hand dexterity from drawing will carry over. Baking? Ah, well, he'll try his best; even though he's not much of a cook. DnD? Oh, he's gonna cream his pants and have to rush off to the bathroom.

"So, Jerry, do you want to come over? Maybe I can teach you to get better at it."

"Y-yeah! I'd love to, uh, lemme just get my stuff from my place. Love you, bye!"

"What'd you say?" You ask, turning back from your spot on the sidewalk.

"Uh, Leave you! I'm leaving you, now! To go- to go get my stuff." The blonde stammers, rushing off.

Josh, he's a lot like Jerry in that he's afraid you'll get scared off, but he blames Bill and Pete, never hosnown awkwardness and sexism for why you might leave. He's the normal one, just him and Jerry. It's Pete perversions and Bill freakouts that are upsetting you.

He's far to awkward to try and actually talk to you to keep you around, you're a girl. He doesn't want to come on to strong like Pete, at least that's what he tells himself. In truth, he's both skeptical of your intentions in the group and desperate for those intentions to be good. In lieu of talking to you, he spends money on you under the guise of needing to educate you into what the groups about, or quote 'dorkify the babe' as Pete says.

He gives you figures, memorabilia, tapes of movies you want to see, you name it, he'll find a way to get it to you. It's going to piss off Bill, but Josh will only argue he makes donations to the clubs collective items all the time.

"Its a collectors pack, I picked it up from the store. And the book is a game guide for Jerry's next campaign. I'd recommend reading it so you can be caught up." He coughs, rubbing a free hand over his greasy ponytail.

"Thanks Josh, this is really sweet!" You chirp, happily going through the pack of cards

While he flinches at your haning of the cards, he calms himself at the sound of your sweet words. "Yeah, well- just- if you're gonna be a *real* member of our group, you need to know what we know, and I doubt Bill is gonna help you out. He'd rather gloat about what you don't know, he's always pulls that shit with us." Pausing, he glances at you. "But... you can count on me, for-for anything you don't understand. Pete just wants to get in your pants, and he doesn't know fucking anything anyways. And Jerry... he's fine, but i wouldn't say he's an expert like me in anything but wearing silly fairy costumes." He snarks.

'Please, please, please just talk to me about club stuff, ignore them, they're idiots...'

[timbradfordslover]

Warnings: none just lots of fluff

Summary: Tim's wife sets up a few pranks for April fools.

April fools day

Tomorrow is April Fools'. A day that Y/N Bradford goes all out for. Last year she deflated one of the tires in Tim's shop and had Jerry put some crickets in the war bags before his boot got them. This year, however, she wants to expand it to their house. While Tim is asleep in their bed, she gets her little pranks ready. First she takes his cuffs off his duty belt and replaces them with fuzzy leopard ones. After that she puts all the clocks in the house forward two hours and changes the time zone on his phone to match.

The next morning Y/N sits up suddenly and wakes up Tim. “Tim, wake up! We’re going to be late!’ She says loudly.

“Huh, what baby?” He says, sitting up, still groggy from sleep.

“Look at the time; we should have been up 2 hours ago,” she says as she watches him check his phone. He throws his shirt off and rushes to get dressed. Y/N goes to the bathroom to pretend to start getting ready.

She comes out and goes into the kitchen to see Tim making coffee. “Is it normally this dark when we get up? And why aren’t you dressed?” he asks, confused.

She smirks and pulls out her phone and shows the lock screen. He sees that the time was two hours behind and the date above it.

“Really, Y/N? You nearly gave me a heart attack with that.” He says slightly annoyed.

“I’m sorry,” she says, giggling as she wraps her arm around his waist and leads him back towards the bedroom.

After she visits with Lucy in the locker room at the station, Y/N goes to the roll call room to wait with Angela and Harper.

“So what pranks you got this year?” Angela asks with a knowing smile. She and Harper know about her little jokes she likes to pull on Tim. She’s been doing it since they were rookies.

“You’re about to see,” she laughs mischievously. A minute later Tim comes in looking embarrassed. He marches up to where the three detectives are sitting.

“Hi, Tim,” his wife says, looking up at him.

“Give me my cuffs, he says annoyed.

“I don’t have them. Maybe Smitty took them,” she says with no emotion. “

"Really, babe; don’t make me file an incident report.” He whines.

“Here," she says, pulling them out of her pants pocket. "Don't lose the other ones," she says with a smirk.

Tim’s face turns red as he goes to his seat next to Nolan.

A few hours later, while Tim is out on patrol with Aaron, Y/N goes and gets a ticket book from Jerry and goes to her desk to write one. She writes it for “unlawful use of good looks.” Once she is done, she goes out to Tim’s truck and puts it in between the windshield wipers.

“You ready?” Tim asks, coming out of the locker room to meet Y/N in the bullpen.

“Yep. You want to get food or make something?" she asks him as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"We can get something," he answers.

They walk out of the station and head to Tim’s truck. Tim goes around it to open the passenger side door.

“What is this?” he asks as he picks up a small paper from the windshield.

“I don’t know. What does it say?” Y/N asks him.

“Really, baby?’, he says with disbelief as he reads the ticket she wrote.

“What does “unlawful use of good looks even mean?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"It means you're very good-looking", she says while laughing.

"I can't with you," he chuckles as he gets into the driver's seat.

[directdogman]

Howdy doggo!

I have to ask, will there ever be a ticket jerry plushie? I'm not sure how u could make a wheelchair but uh, will there be? Or even a pin?

I love Ur games btw :3

Oh, alright, alright!

He's gonna be in the next pinset, alongside Karen + Bigfoot, which is launching next month alongside Mingus (who just had her prototype finished!) :)

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

What else could Day Fourteen of BuckTommy Fluffebruary be but Valentine's Day? Happy Valentine's Day, you lovely folks. Here's an extremely fluffy fic for all of you. Once again, Tumblr doesn't believe in total HTML formatting and I had to use a fake iMessage thing for the texts. You can also read this on AO3 over here. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

Tommy’s always outwardly been a “Valentine's Day is a commercialized bullshit holiday” kind of guy, but inwardly wants to love it. The problem has been that he's usually working or just wasn't in a serious relationship when the holiday rolled around. Twice, he'd done the whole wine and dine thing with Abby and another ex, Ben, who had actually been a “fuck commercial holidays” guy, as Tommy had found out over a very stilted Valentine's Day dinner just before they’d officially broken up.

He's working until midday, because Jerry on B-shift had needed to switch so he could take his daughter to an appointment and go to her gymnastics meet. That had given Tommy a few days to try to figure out what he could do for Evan, who's off all day. He'd decided on making dinner at the house and then taking him to the movies, since a theater near his place is showing Princess Bride, which Evan’s never seen. He starts a grocery order to get to the house when he should be getting home so he can start right away. He already has a card that he’d drawn and painted along with a set of tickets for an outdoor light show at a botanical garden in Palos Verdes and an itinerary for a trip to Napa, and they’re all safely in his glove box where no one can stumble on them.

When he's helping Sherri clean one of the engines, there's a call at the front for a delivery under his name. He frowns, looking at his watch. Even if he'd mistakenly ordered the groceries to his job, the driver's about three and a half hours early.

“Be right back,” he says, and she waves him away.

He opens the app on his way, wondering if he'd missed a message, but it's still telling him that it'll let him know when his shopper gets to the store. That's when he reaches the front desk and sees a huge bouquet of flowers. There's red roses at the center, but there's also pink hydrangeas, calla lilies, and peonies scattered throughout. Some sort of greenery with round leaves is poking through between some of the flowers. The entire bouquet is at least eighteen inches in diameter, and a card is standing in a holder with his name on the envelope.

“Tommy Kinard?” the delivery guy asks, and Tommy nods slowly. “Can you sign here, please?”

Tommy nods again and signs the paper without really looking. When he's done, he takes the card from its holder and opens it. It’s printed with a message that says:

For my Valentine:

I love you For sentimental reasons I hope you do believe me I've given you my heart

Evan

Tommy's breath catches. It's from the song they'd danced to in his kitchen just after they'd gotten back together last month. It was while that song was playing that Tommy knew he'd ask Evan to marry him one day. He remembers looking at Evan’s gentle smile and twinkling eyes and quietly singing along and feeling his heart ache with how much he loved him.

He holds the card to his chest with one hand and reaches out with the other to stroke his thumb across a soft, delicate rose petal. It's the first time anyone's ever gotten him flowers. He takes his phone out of his pocket and calls Evan.

“Hello?” Evan says, picking up on the first ring.

“Evan…” is all he can really say, his voice valiantly not shaking, though it’s a near thing.

“Do you like them?” he asks, sounding nervous.

“They're perfect,” Tommy says, his voice soft. He knows there's people milling around, but he just wants to exist in the bubble of Evan’s voice and the beautiful flowers. “Thank you.”

“Happy Valentine's Day, baby.”

Tommy smiles, his face warming at the term of endearment and with just how sincere Evan sounds. “Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart.”

They can only talk for a bit, because Tommy's supposed to be cleaning and doing a stock check before he hands the keys over to the next shift, but they confirm their plans for that night. Before they hang up, Tommy tells him he loves him, and he huffs out a laugh when Evan sighs and replies in kind, sounding so happy.

He takes a picture of the bouquet and scoops it up to bring to the kitchen so he can temporarily keep them in a large ice tea pitcher. He knows he has a vase big enough for the bouquet at home, because he has a lot of his Nonna’s and Zia’s things, but it’s packed away. He’s never had a reason to use it.

An hour later, there's another call for him at the front. This time, it's cupcakes from one of the only bakeries Tommy likes nearly as much as his boyfriend's baking. The note that's attached is handwritten and signed by Evan, and he wonders when he'd actually planned all of this.

For nobody else gave me a thrill With all your faults, I love you still It had to be you Wonderful you

Love,

Evan

Tommy laughs, because it's a bit of a private joke between them. He'd shown Evan A League of Their Own in the week after they'd gotten back together. When Marla Hooch drunkenly sings to her future husband, Evan had pointed at the screen and said that would've been him if Tommy had shown up to the karaoke night Howie had organized before Christmas.

“I would've tried to woo you back with sad, drunk love songs. I was so close to calling you and doing it anyway.”

“I mean, that might've worked.”

“Now you tell me.”

He calls Evan again, but his boyfriend texts him that he's picking Jee-Yun up from preschool.

He gets a picture from inside Evan’s Jeep of him making a kissy face from the driver's seat and Jee-Yun in her car seat in the back doing the same. She's wearing a pink sweater with little red and white hearts all over, and her cheeks are extra puffed out from the face she's pulling. Tommy wants to press kisses to them and blow a raspberry and make her shriek with laughter. It's one of his favorite sounds in the world.

There's no reply, likely because Evan is driving, and Tommy goes back to his end of shift duties. He's getting gently ribbed for getting two special deliveries, and more than one person is lamenting that Evan makes them all look bad. It’s the kind of thing he’s been able to say to other people, he’s never been on the receiving end of it. He can’t even pretend to be annoyed or over any of their comments, he’s too busy being happy.

It's when he only has forty-five minutes left that the B-shift captain comes up to him with a smile on his face.

“Delivery at the front, Kinard,” he says. “Delivery girl's real cute, too.”

Tommy snorts and sets down his clipboard. “Yeah, I'm sure she'll be just my type.”

“You never know.”

When he jogs to the front, he doesn't see anyone for a moment, but then he hears a giggle and Jee-Yun peeks from around where the bay doors are open. Tommy’s face splits into a grin, and he's on his knees to squeeze her close.

“Cap said the delivery girl was cute, he didn't say she was the prettiest in the world!” he exclaims as she giggles into his shoulder.

“Uncle Tommy!” she says loudly, pushing his shoulder and looking at him sternly. “I'm s’posed to give you a present.”

Tommy sits back on his heels and gestures for her to continue. “My apologies, please continue.”

She smiles and looks back just before a distinctly Evan-shaped hand reaches around to hand her a colorful piece of paper. She hands it to him, and Tommy unfolds it to reveal a wonky heart covered in crayon scribbles, several smiley faces drawn with marker, a flower (or sun) in marker, and words written by an adult hand that had been loosely traced over in crayon. They read:

Will you be our Valentine?

Love,

Jee-Yun Buckley Han and Evan Buckley

Tommy hugs the valentine carefully to his chest and smiles. “Yes. I'd be honored.”

“He said yes!” Jee-Yun whispers loudly over her shoulder.

And then Evan steps into view, and he has a single red rose in his hand and a smile on his face. Tommy stands and kisses him, plucking the rose from his grip, nearly lifting his boyfriend off his feet. He feels like he could float away at any moment.

“I love you,” Tommy murmurs, nuzzling their noses together.

“I love you, too,” Evan says softly, smiling and looking at Tommy with so much warmth radiating from his entire being. It always feels like Evan’s got a ball of sunshine inside just beaming out of him.

Tommy kisses him again before picking up Jee-Yun and pressing kisses to her cheeks and grinning when she does the same.

“I love it,” he tells her. “And I actually have something for you at my house that I can give to your uncle tonight.”

“Really?” she says, looking shy and happy all at once. He wishes so badly that he'd thought to put the stuffed dinosaur (store bought) and matching card (handmade, full of puns) in his truck.

“Of course! I had to get something for my favorite Valentine,” he says, finally blowing the raspberry on her cheek. When she laughs so loud it almost hurts his ears, he squeezes her to his chest and feels his eyes prickle when she throws her arms around his neck and squeezes back.

“Happy Valentine Day, Uncle Tommy,” she says, and he twists his mouth for a second so he doesn't cry.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Jee-Jee,” he says softly, kissing her hair.

She straightens up and looks around the bay they're in, and Tommy turns to see that they've accumulated an audience of people glancing over from whatever they’re doing. He instinctively tucks her close, but all he sees are smiles.

“Do you want to see where Uncle Tommy works?” Evan asks, and Jee-Yun nods. “I think he'll give us a tour if we ask really nicely.”

She turns her big eyes on him. “Uncle Tommy, can we please see your work?”

Tommy kisses her temple. “Absolutely. Let's go, baby girl.”

Everyone is charmed by her, especially when she starts pointing at some of their ground equipment and calling it by name, telling them that her Daddy uses it, too. It's when they get to the hangar that she looks excited, almost wiggling out of his arms to get a look at one of the helicopters.

“C'mon,” Tommy says, handing her to Evan before climbing into the cockpit. He reaches out for her and settles her on his lap while he points to different instruments and tells her what they do. She whispers the names of some of them quietly to herself as if she's trying to memorize them. Hell, she might. She's got the recall ability of both parents and her uncle.

When he looks out at Evan to check on him, his boyfriend has a phone pointed at them.

“Don't mind me,” Evan says cheerily.

It's past the end of his shift when they get back to the front.

“I gotta get her home,” Evan says, reaching for Jee-Yun. She goes with some reluctance, looking longingly back at the door out to the tarmac.

“Before you go,” Captain Marsh says, holding out an LAFD folder. “A present for our special visitor.”

It's the coloring pages and stickers they give out to kids, but theirs are cooler than most LAFD swag, because theirs also includes Air Ops stuff. Tommy had personally illustrated the helicopter and plane pages, and Melton’s husband, who had a side gig writing kid’s books, had written out the captions and a little digestible explanation of what made Air Ops so different than a regular unit.

“Thank you,” Jee-Yun says, hugging the folder to her chest. “I like your station.”

“I like it, too,” Marsh agrees, grinning. “Have a good Valentine's Day, Miss Han.”

Tommy walks them out to the lot, his arm around Evan as they make their way to the Jeep. “Thank you both. This is the best Valentine's Day I've ever had. I really mean that.”

“Me, too,” Evan says, grinning and leaning over to kiss him on the corner of his mouth without breaking his stride.

Tommy helps get Jee-Yun strapped in, gives her another cheek raspberry and a smacking kiss, receives both in return, and then Evan decides to do the same when Tommy leans in for a good-bye kiss.

“You are such a brat,” Tommy complains, wiping slobber off his cheek.

“Well, yeah,” Evan says, grinning. “But I'm your brat.”

Tommy pulls him close and rubs a hand down his back. “Yeah, you are,” he murmurs, smiling at the flush of Evan's cheeks. “You can come by a little early if you want.”

Evan bites his lip and nods, smoothing down the fabric over Tommy's chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tommy confirms before kissing him, sucking gently at Evan's bottom lip and feeling a bolt of heat shoot through his belly when Evan lets out a soft noise against his mouth. When he releases him, Evan looks a bit dazed. “Get her home safe.”

“Y-yeah,” Evan breathes, bumping into his sideview mirror as he backs up toward the driver's side door. Tommy raises an eyebrow at him, and Evan flushes, ducking his head as he gets into his car. As soon as it’s on, he rolls down the window. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you,” Tommy says, raising his hand in a wave.

He waits until the Jeep is gone before going back in. He takes twenty minutes to finish the stock check that had been interrupted, hands it off to Lucy, who had arrived mid-tour for her shift, and tries to ignore the knowing or sappy smiles pointed his way as he gathers his stuff and heads out to his truck. They don’t bother him, he’s just not used to it. He thinks he could learn to get used to it, though.

When he gets home, the groceries are waiting for him on the front step. He takes everything inside and goes to the kitchen, ready to make aroz con pato, since Evan has been reminiscing about the food in Peru on their last date.

While the duck is simmering, he goes into the guest room closet where he has the few boxes of things he hadn't found a place for in the house. Some of it is old paperwork, old uniforms, photos that need to be put into albums, mementos he should probably part with, and one has carefully packed china from his Nonna along with a hand-painted vase that had passed from Bisnonna Valia to his Prozia and then his Zia and now it's his. His Zia had never had children of her own, so he’d ended up with a lot of the Carlevaro family heirlooms when she’d passed. He’d never used the vase, though. The closest he'd ever come to receiving flowers was when people sent them after his mom died.

He wipes down the colorfully painted vase with a damp cloth and then with a dry one before filling it with water and putting the flowers in. He props the card against it and puts the other two on his fridge.

It's quiet in his house, but he knows that soon his doorbell will ring and he'll let in a man who talks almost unceasingly about whatever's on his mind, who will laugh and make Tommy laugh, who will fill the house and Tommy's heart with so much beloved noise that he'll feel it echo in the time they're apart.

And one day, maybe, he won't have to say goodbye unless it's followed by “I'll see you when I/you get home.” And they'll add to the collection of Valentine's Day cards every year until they’re old enough to have to think long and hard about the story behind each one. And inevitably, one of them will remember or someone—Jee-Yun, her children, their own children—will chime in because they've heard it a million times before.

When his doorbell rings, Tommy gets up to answer with a smile on his lips and a lightness in his heart that he doesn't think he's ever felt before.

[roseisepic]

WHOOP WHOOP I FINALLY DECIDE TO DROP THE LORE BC WHY NOT!!!!

I suck at writing stuff so no wonder why I failed English but uhhhh yeah

Rose just moved into eltingville and it’s like everyone hates or likes her there, how tf does this small town work??? She mainly works at the cinema. She banned bill once and the banned the whole club once for too many violations, and bills her only opp because their exes. and how she first met Jerry was when the Eltingville club went to the movies to sneak in like 3 different rated r movies that they aren’t allowed in yet and she has to always deal with bill and josh most of the time when they are the ones asking for tickets, when they try to sneak to another movie she ALWAYS has to yell to scare them off which does work most of the time. She does go to the same school as them and mostly a lonely person or with Jane’s gang chilling, when she wants to go to the comic store she just keeps her hoodie on (since it is a guys large hoodie size) and buys it without wanting to be caught as a girl. And how she knows Jerry (and dating him :3) was mostly when he visits the cinema for her and chatting at school when bill isn’t around. Most of the time Jerry just buys the stuff at joes comic shop for her when she can’t go and hangs out at his place, they walk home together too.

and how they became a couple was Jerry forcing Pete to tell rose since he’s too awkward about it. He tried once but randomly made the excuse of having to go home, and when Pete tried to tell rose the “Hey uhhh my friend likes you” and of course rose is thinking it’s one of those guys who makes jokes to her about that since she didn’t know it was Jerry and on the third time Jerry just straight up confessed but with a piece of paper because he knows he’s going to stutter too much if he even TRIED to talk to her. and even after when they started to date, Jerry was trying to get used to it and sometimes when they were close and holding hands he’d be slightly shaky out of awkwardness and nervousness. And if it could be even more worse when rose wanted to atleast give him a kiss on the cheek he was willing but when she barely got close he was shaking TOO much out of nervousness

dumbass 😾

This is there songs I swear chat (there’s prob more)

There you got it, now I’ll be dropping the random facts ab them sooner :3

[themuppetmasterencyclopedia]

Pops

Pops

PERFORMERS

Jerry Nelson 1980-2002

Matt Vogel 2011-present

DEBUT 1980

Pops is the stage doorman for The Muppet Theatre. He's supposed to greet the guests when they first arrive -- though the nearsighted and forgetful Pops invariably needs to ask "Who're you?" in his slight country accent. Pops was first introduced during the fifth season of The Muppet Show, where he was featured in the Cold Open of each episode. This was a departure from the previous three seasons, which had featured Scooter talking to the guest stars in their dressing room. (No cold open was used before the opening titles during Season 1.) Outside of his expository function in establishing the guest star, Pops appeared three times onstage. First, in the episode 508, he took on the role of Geppetto to perform "Puppet Man" with Pinocchio. He then performed "Once in Love with Amy" with Fozzie in the UK Spot in episode 512. His last onstage appearance was in a sketch where Professor Salamander hypnotized him in episode 520. In The Muppets comic strip, he also took on the responsibilities of running the wardrobe and props departments. His most substantial role was as the owner of the Happiness Hotel in The Great Muppet Caper. He also appeared briefly at the end of the musical number "Scrooge" in The Muppet Christmas Carol. Although barely glimpsed in Muppet Treasure Island, he had a larger role in the video game version, where he runs a clothing store and, as part of a minigame/sidequest, will pay Hawkins if he protects his shop from pirates. After that, Pops wasn't seen for several years. On Muppets Tonight, Bobo the Bear filled the function of greeter, in addition to serving as security guard. However, when The Muppet Theatre re-opened in It's a Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie, Pops was back on hand selling tickets. In "Kermit's Story," the first in Roger Langridge's four-issue run of The Muppet Show Comic Book, Pops was seen delivering the mail to the Muppets, including the letter to Kermit that sets off the main plot. He often makes appearances in the comic book. At the end of part 2 of The Muppet Show Comic Book: Muppet Mash, when Calistoga Cleo chooses Pops over Statler or Waldorf, Waldorf says "Well, we knew she preferred older guys", implying that Pops is older than Statler and Waldorf. Pops spoke for the first time since performer Jerry Nelson's retirement in an online behind-the-scenes video for the music video of OK Go's cover of "The Muppet Show Theme." Matt Vogel assumed the role at that point, and has spoken for him again in a 2013 Muppisode (with Gordon Ramsay) and in Muppets Most Wanted. Palisades Toys produced a Pops Action Figure in their ninth and final series of Jim Henson's Muppets Action Figures. FILMOGRAPHY The Muppet Show (all season 5 episodes) The Great Muppet Caper The Muppets Go to the Movies Polaroid commercials The Muppets Take Manhattan The Muppets: A Celebration of 30 Years A Muppet Family Christmas The Muppet Christmas Carol Muppet Treasure Island Muppet Treasure Island (CD-ROM) Muppets Tonight Episode 101: Michelle Pfeiffer It's a Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie A Muppets Christmas: Letters to Santa The Muppet Show Theme Music Video Muppisodes (2013) Food Fight! Muppets Most Wanted The Muppets Presentation Pilot "Because... Love‎‎" The Muppets Take the Bowl ↑ hide BOOK APPEARANCES Two for the Show Light on Our Feet! On the Town The Phantom of the Muppet Theater The Muppet Show Comic Book issue #1 - "Kermit's Story" The Muppet Show Comic Book issue #3 - "Gonzo's Story" The Muppet Show Comic Book: The Treasure of Peg-Leg Wilson Part 1 The Muppet Show Comic Book: On the Road Part 3 The Muppets Character Encyclopedia

[mimipuppet]

jon matterson’s charters meeting up for Christmas dinner but almost everyone is just dreading it.

Richie’s on his phone with headphones plugged in texting his friends, Daniel is bugging Richie and trynna open his presents early, Paul is in the kitchen standing around to avoid Boy Jerry and Gary only for him to be dragged into their arguments and to pick a side already he’s also high cause he met up with Emma beforehand and complained to her about the dinner so she gave him her weed, Gary is arguing with Boy Jerry about him minding his own business and why he brought some random ass guy dressed in a cloak to their house that doesn’t talk that carries around an axe and his camp counsellor situationship, Wallace is asking if any of them wants him to send a nuke to someone’s house (he keeps saying he can do it to Max but Richie keeps denying it), Trevor isn’t even there he’s at a friend’s house instead, and at some point that one Ticket Booth Guy that they haven’t heard from since he got that job at Watcher World pops in to try to get any of them to worship the Libs.

[tired-ticket-man]

Hey there barbeque squirrel 😏😏😏

“What.”

[hooked-on-elvis]

ELVIS GIVING ALL THE DOLLAR BILLS HE HAD ON HAND TO A SOLDIER.

The White House trip, late December 1970.

Elvis Presley (1) Army years, ca. 1958 and (2) December 1970.

PLANE TRIP FROM LOS ANGELES TO WASHINGTON D.C. ON DECEMBER 20, 1970. I had to snap into action to work out all the details for Elvis’s return trip to D.C.—lining up our airline tickets, making preboarding arrangements, booking our hotel rooms, and hiring limos to get us to and from the airports. There was no way to do this without spending some more of Elvis’s money — I charged most of it to his American Express card. A short while later, with Sir Gerald [Elvis' favorite Limo driver in L.A., according to Jerry] again at the wheel, we were driving back to LAX. It had occurred to me that we might need some cash during the course of the trip. I didn’t have any (not an unusual situation for me back then) and Elvis didn’t have any, either. All we had was his credit card and a checkbook that I’d found in his desk at Hillcrest. The ever-resourceful Sir Gerald spoke up and said that he knew someone at the Beverly Hilton Hotel who might honor a check for $500 on a Sunday night, so we made the stop there and succeeded in getting the money. Elvis handed it to me for safekeeping. We got to the airport and were the first to board our red-eye flight. As the rest of the passengers boarded we noticed that there were an unusual number of soldiers on the plane — guys coming home from Vietnam who had first stopped in L.A. and were now heading back east to their homes, just in time for Christmas. Many passengers recognized Elvis, and he was cordial with everyone who said hello. Before the plane took off, one of the soldiers came up the aisle to stand next to Elvis and talk with him. He told Elvis what a big fan he was, and Elvis took an interest in the young guy, asking him where he was coming from and where he was heading. I saw that the two were having a very friendly conversation, and my attention drifted after a while. It was refocused when Elvis put a gentle elbow in my ribs. “Where’s that money?” “What money?” I asked. But I’d seen enough of Elvis’s gestures of generosity to suspect what was coming next. “The $500.” “That’s all we’ve got, Elvis.” “You don’t understand—this guy’s just come home from the war. He’s going home to see his family. I want him to have the money.” The soldier got the $500, and I was suddenly in the strange situation of traveling across the country with Elvis Presley, [alone and] absolutely penniless. Excerpt "Me and a Guy Named Elvis: My Lifelong Friendship with Elvis Presley" by Jerry Schilling (2006)

A little something extra to add to this story, something possibly easy to understand, but anyway. Think about today… it's becoming increasingly uncommon to pay for things with real money, we mostly use debit/credit cards - even our cell phones and watches can be used to pay for a purchase. Back in the days there were places that only accepted real currency as a form of payment - it was the 70s. Imagine being alone with Elvis Presley, a guy who wanted everything done as quickly and easily as it could be (TCB), wanting or needing to buy something and you, the only one responsible for him, not having the means to buy it and having to find a way to do it fast, out of nowhere! Jerry really wasn't in an easy position at that moment, but everything turned out just fine.

This is just for illustration purposes. Elvis' money clip.

[confusion-est]

can ticket jerry drop from heaven, I need discord invite and I'm too shy to ask dogman himself

[nenynrawrites]

This will be a very huge post, but you'll love it!! Ah, where do I start...

So, the concert tickets were a gift from my mother for my 20th birthday this year back in April, after I had seen on one hand, that Duff brought out a new record AND did an european tour. I sent her a screenshot of the ticket price after I checked, seeing that it only costs CHF 58.-, which nowadays, is basically nothing.

Cue the day and I'm HYPED!!!! I knew it was going yo be completely else than when I saw him with Guns n Roses last year, because we all know what a softie he is, but also how serious he can be if he needs to be.

James and the Cold Gun: A welsh band that opens for him on the whole european tour and that ROCKED! They played one of their most recent songs called ,,Fragile" (I'll link it) and it was just awesome! The singer had a beautiful voice, their bassist was a beautiful woman that played so nicely, their guitarist reminded me of a young Jerry Cantrell with his hair and the way he played, and their drummer put so much strength into playing his drums, I thought they would break xD

Duff and his band: Once again, they ROCKED, and seeing Duff just enjoy the crowd, entertaining them, haaaa, it was beautiful!! Now, his drummer had some feeling that was just *chef's kiss*, the bassist was sweet, the rhythm guitarist / keyboardist and the lead guitarist were great, and I loved their hats:>

Best thing about this was the fact that where me and my mom stood, which was a ledge you could walk up to, the bands didn't even see us until the light tech turned the lights up to us, and the reactions were so cute, haha^_^

And an extra best thing: The whole crowd was called ,,the best crowd ever" by both James Joseph (the lead singer of James and the Cold Gun) and Duff himself, so I felt very honoured to be part of it😌❤️

Also: I MET MY FIRST ROCKER THERE!!!! So, it was the lead singer James Joseph, 'cause I thought I'd snatch one of their shirts, too. And we were talking, he was wearing a Facelift crop top which looked great, he asked me about my name and even SHOOK MY HAND TWO TIMES!!! before I went on my way and sadly realized too late to ask for a picture, but I was too nervous, I guess. Well, I know they're on a north american tour next, after the european one with Duff, so we'll see if I can get to see them next year and get a picture, too!

In the end I walked away with a shirt from Duff and his Lighthouse LP and a shirt from James and the Cold Gun and a very happy thing to obsess over for the rest of the year:]

Also, I made quick eye comtact with Duff and got a smile AAAAAAH-

Also the link to Fragile

Anyways, here are the pictures and videos:)

[darkbluekies]

GOLDEN TRIAL PT 2 RIGHT HERE PLS ---->🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴I'll just be taking that thank you very much!

HAHA AWWWW

I CAN'T POST IT JUST YET (finishing details etc) BUT I CAN GIVE YOU A TEASER

“You don’t have to be here”, she says. “I can take care of him myself.”

“I don’t trust him”, Edmund mutters angrily and wraps more of the leash around his hand. “He knocked Jerry over when she was guarding him and — fuck it — she is tougher than you. I am not letting him anywhere near you alone.”

“Can you at least let go of the leash?” Hedwig asks. 

Edmund lets it go with great dramatic effect. You sit down on the couch with a thumping heartbeat. Hedwig sits down beside you, turning towards you. Edmund stands behind her, towering over the young woman like a giant, glaring at you. It reminds you of a lioness behind their cub. 

“Are you hungry?” Hedwig asks and looks down at the plate. “I’ve watched my maid cook ever since I was a little child but I don’t have much experience with it myself so I apologize if it isn’t the best.”

“I’m nauseous.”

“Then some sleep will do you good.”

“What train did he talk about? I’m not going on some train!”

“You are”, Edmund says, “and you’re doing it tomorrow morning. In a box.”

You look at him, baffled. “What?”

He looks at you with mockery in his icy blue eyes. “Nobody told you? You’re getting a first class ticket. I heard that they make those wooden boxes are quite comfortable nowadays.”

“I’m not going in some fucking box!”

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