#boots hartley

[inafieldofdaisies]

POV: John finds a drunk Cal partying with his taxidermy animals. Reason #9271919 of why he wonders if maybe just maybe God (and Joseph) are confused about that Deputy being the chosen one.

"We have other options, Joseph. Back-up Deputies."

[fortheloveofgarythain]

I'm so tired... but look at Gary... 🥺

🥝💚🖤

[jhsharman]

Long boots

Zoom in.

What is curious here is that in the other panels that show Betty's shoes, she is not wearing those thigh highs.

A continuity error, fixed in post. (Also re-colored in post.)

Worth noting who is wearing them.:

[miidnighters]

“either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or i will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.” / for hartley cause this would definitely be something he'd say

She glares at him mulishly, arms crossed over her chest. What was she, three years old?

She's certainly acting like it.

"We're so close to finishing this job, there's no way I'm stopping now." Hartley forgoes her usual endearment, a testament both to how serious she's trying to seem and how tired she actually is. "But if you need to sleep, go ahead."

[opreaadriann]

High School Revenge

High School Revenge is an interactive fiction game set in the scariest imaginable location: high school. In this game, you will get to play as a teenager that was betrayed by his best friends and classmates 7 years ago, and get to come back to their high school, with a completely different look, preparing your revenge on them, Count of Monte-Cristo style. You will get to live a full academic year alongside your 8 targets, as you befriend, betray, and even romance them to get what you want. Will you forgive them after learning of their reasons or will you go through with your sweet, sweet revenge? The current version of the demo is 102k words.

Demo

The game is still a work-in-progress, so any suggestions are appreciated! If you find any bugs or issues, make sure to mention them.

Other places where you can follow the project or support me:

X/Twitter COG Forum Patreon (+many words demo, I lost count) Discord

Features:

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Romance your 6 childhood bullies, your 2 childhood friends, or hidden allies.

Live the tragic childhood events that lead to the worst day of your life and decide how everything went down.

Almost all targets will have deep secrets that you’ll have to discover throughout the story and use against them.

Pretend to be a charismatic popular kid, a likeable klutz, a rebel that goes against the norm, or the edgy, silent type.

Lie, charm, spy, blackmail, everything is on the table to get your revenge. There is no “good” way to learn the targets’ secrets and there’s no perfect way to get the job done.

Your stats will almost never affect your capability to get revenge. All that will make a real difference will be your relationship with all the characters.

Spend a full academic year getting to know your targets, interacting with them through random events, relationship events, or hobby events, similar to a Persona game.

Romance Options:

Targets

Dylan Evans

The first friend the MC ever made, Dylan was once just a nerdy Asian kid with big square glasses, playing video games with you every single day. However, as time passed, he turned into a social media influencer, garnering over tens of thousands of likes on every post.

With an incredibly fake smile, Dylan manages to turn most people into his followers, as his strategy to suck up to the rest of the students seems to work quite well.

Though he seems to be quite irredeemable, you do remember him being a selfless kid with a big heart. There are so many memories with him helping you out whenever he could, being the only person you could confide in. What could have made him turn against you when you needed him most?

Olivia Hartley

If your MC had to choose the most unlikely person to ever do them wrong, then Olivia would be their first choice. Strong willed and incredibly sarcastic, this raven-haired tall girl has remained exactly the same 7 years later.

And yet, she did betray you on the day of the Tragedy, giving secret information to your bullies and allowing you to fall victim to their prank… What could have been her reason?

Olivia is an incredibly intuitive person, with a quick mind and a powerful personality to boot. Someone like her will likely be a huge challenge in the upcoming revenge, but not even her can stop this mastermind.

Michael Knox

This tall, dark, and handsome captain of the Baseball team can be, depending on your choices, the person that tricked you into falling in love with him, only to publicly humiliate you in front of the whole school.

He is an incredibly talented athlete with a very arrogant attitude, assuming that the world belongs to him. With a very rich dad to support him, nothing has ever gone wrong in his life, if we were to ignore his mother’s death during his birth.

Can he be considered one of the main antagonists of this story or is he just a secret follower that only followed orders during the Tragedy?

Cecily Knight

Ah yes, Cecily Knight. Everyone, everywhere knows who Cecily Knight is. This petite blue-eyed blonde is the captain of the swimming team, and regularly publicly humiliates anyone that attempts to get to know her romantically.

With such a strong reputation, Cecily manages to order around anyone in the school with ease, as they all lower their heads when she passes them on the hallways.

However, observing her more closely can reveal that she is much more docile with her friends and loved ones. Is she actually an ice queen or is it all a facade to protect herself?

Connor Cobb

With his long blond hair and piercing smile, Connor tends to attract every girl that passes his way. However, he manages to make them all leave once he opens his mouth, as his desperation can be seen from miles away.

As the star guitarist of The Fighting Rooster, Connor is an incredibly talented individual that planned the whole part of the Tragedy where they befriended you first before destroying your life.

Though he seems like a total idiot, looking into his life seems to reveal that there is more to him than just this fake persona he shows everyone. With 3 younger siblings, Connor seems to have a lot on his shoulders as many in his family look up to him.

Isaac Freeman

With his curly red locks and emerald eyes, Isaac manages to trick many people into thinking he is someone they would like to get to know. As the mastermind behind the Tragedy, he is the worst out of all the people on this list.

It is quite common for him, even 7 years later, to bully students so badly that they decide to move schools. By observing his behavior, it seems that all he cares about is being thoroughly entertained.

Either make him laugh, do something outrageous, or get out of his way, as he will do his best to make every day more interesting than the last.

Vivian Porter

Vivian turned from Isaac’s best friend in her childhood to Dylan’s current confidant. With a seemingly perfect appearance and an endless wardrobe, Vivian manages to impress anyone that sees her pass by.

She is incredibly empathic, being able to tell what anyone is feeling at a glance, allowing her to use this skill to make anyone fall for her ambitious tricks.

Is she just someone that just made a mistake during childhood or are her intentions impure at this age as well?

Haley Freeman

As Isaac’s twin sister, nobody would expect her to be the biggest goody two shoes the world has ever seen. Seemingly stuttering her way through most conversations, people usually tend to forget she even exists.

This curvy redhead has a deep passion for painting, as she spends most of her time in the school gardens, capturing the view.

Is there more to Isaac’s sister than meets the eye or is she just another victim of Isaac’s abuse?

Allies

Angela Slone

A swimmer with long, brown hair, Angela is part of the team alongside Cecily. After being bullied into submission by the harpy, she reluctantly decides to help the MC carry out their revenge against their many targets.

With a bubbly personality and a merciful soul, Angela is possibly the worst ally for this revenge you could find. However, this doesn’t mean she can’t be tricked into giving you what you want.

Marcus Parmer

Marcus has led a horrible life during high school. Being diagnosed with a medical condition forcing him to go bald, he has been constantly bullied by Isaac ever since he joined the Baseball team.

He is much more serious than any of the allies you can find in the school, but he isn’t the most capable person for the job. He is, however, excited to help you get rid of the scum pretending to be students in his school.

[jossamology]

⸻ until dawn halloween headcanons!

in honor of halloween here's a halloween-themed headcanon set for each until dawn character.

samantha giddings.

sam chooses a diy nature-inspired costume like a woodland fairy, using biodegradable glitter and repurposed fabrics. think leaves, twigs, and soft, earthy greens.

she insists on going to a local pumpkin patch to pick out the perfect pumpkin and spends hours carving designs.

while the others plan for parties, she hosts a low-key gathering with candles, cozy blankets, and homemade pumpkin spice lattes.

loves classic horror but gets super into psychological thrillers. hereditary is her top pick, and she’s the one pointing out foreshadowing before everyone else catches it. josh washington.

josh goes all-out building a haunted maze in his backyard, complete with hidden speakers, fake cobwebs, and scare actors he hires just to freak his friends out.

dresses as something horrifying, like a blood-streaked serial killer. full commitment to fake blood and smudged makeup.

has a camera ready to capture each friend’s reaction when they’re scared out of their minds. keeps a scare montage video just for fun.

he's surprisingly good at carving pumpkins, but his designs are intricate horror scenes, almost like horror movie posters in pumpkin form.

ends halloween by watching obscure, disturbing horror movies that leave everyone else uncomfortable. mike munroe.

shows up dressed as a suave vampire or some other classic monster, aiming to look cool and a little dangerous.

takes his friends to a haunted corn maze and enjoys it way more than he lets on, constantly teasing the jump-scare actors and testing his bravery.

organizes a frat party bonfire in the woods with s’mores and ghost stories. he’s the one lighting sparklers and throwing on extra wood to make the flames bigger, he drinks to much and forgets he's the host of the party.

pulls classic halloween pranks, from fake spider webs to jumping out of dark corners. the type to keep a scary mask in his bag just to mess with people.

after a few drinks, he’s belting out rocky horror picture show songs around the bonfire with zero shame.

jessica riley.

jessica’s costume is elaborate, trendy, and slightly dark, like a glamorous vampire or a witch in haute couture. she’s all about looking spooky-chic, she went shopping early for the best costume.

stays in to watch mean girls with a couple of her girl friends referencing every qoute.

spends half of halloween snapping aesthetic photos of her outfit, snacks, and décor, making everything look flawless.

gets her halloween nails done a week before and flaunts them on her social media platforms.

matt taylor.

he’s the guy bringing pumpkin spice lattes and fall-flavored treats for everyone, unapologetically embracing the season.

suggests doing a couples costume with emily, probably as a famous horror duo. secretly excited about how they’ll look in photos together.

convinces emily(and maybe the whole group) to go on a haunted hayride, keeping a brave face while sneaking glances to see if she’s scared.

volunteers to help with halloween décor, placing spider webs and fake spiders around. he’s got a collection of led bats and ghost lights.

emily davis.

dresses as a chic witch, complete with a designer hat, intricate lace gloves, and knee-high boots. halloween is just another reason to look flawless.

sets up a dark, enchanted photo booth with crystal balls, black roses, and velvet. her instagram feed is a whole halloween masterpiece.

makes sure to get billions of stunning couples photos with matt, each one more perfect than the last. their matching costumes and chemistry are on point, making everyone else a bit envious (and they know it).

emily hosts a halloween themed sleep over with velvet pillows, and black satin sheets for an ultra-cozy but gothic sleepover vibe. the girls chat and laugh till they fall asleep, each secretly keeping one eye open.

chris hartley.

dresses as a ghostbuster or some iconic horror nerd costume, complete with all the gadgets. he’s fully committed to the nostalgia factor.

brings his gear and talks about doing a "ghost hunt." sets up his phone to record “paranormal” activity around the bonfire.

insists on watching horror classics with everyone, pausing every now and then to geek out about the movie effects or the backstory.

after everyone else goes to bed, chris and ashley stay up playing with the ouija board, half-joking but also half-believing they might make contact. they end up spooking themselves and get so scared swearing to never use it again.

ashley brown.

dresses as a character from classic gothic literature, like mina harker from dracula, complete with vintage lace and dark, dramatic makeup.

she knits little ghost ornaments and diys her own creepy decor, like mason jars filled with “witch’s brew” and spiderweb doilies.

loves telling ghost stories, candle in hand, with just the right amount of dramatic pauses and eerie expressions.

ashley, catching her breath and laughing nervously, gives chris a playful whack on the arm for scaring her so bad. “not cool, chris!” she says, but she’s grinning as he pulls off the mask, clearly proud of his successful prank.

insists on having a stash of halloween candy just for herself. she’s all about chocolate, especially reese’s and kit kats, and jokingly guards her stash from the others, even hiding a few extras in her bag.

hannah and beth washington.

hannah and beth take turns posing in different eerie setups around the cabin, snapping dramatic photos of each other in candlelight, near fog machines, and with props like antique lanterns. they especially love capturing a few shots that look like something out of an old haunted portrait.

both love the idea of exploring the mountain at night, so they plan a late-night “ghost hunt” under the full moon. they bring flashlights and spooky stories to tell along the way, daring each other to walk just a little bit farther into the woods.

beth and hannah sneak into the room with a giant rubber spider and place it right on josh’s chest. when he stirs and opens his eyes to find it staring back at him, he lets out a yell that has the girls stifling laughter from behind the door.

they have a slight obsession with candy corn and will spend halloween night indulging in it, trading their favorite types of candy and making candy corn-themed treats, like popcorn balls or cupcakes.

[left4dead4everr]

Fireplace confessions

Pairings | (Prologue) christopher "chris" hartley x gn!reader

Game | Until Dawn

A/n | dropping a random UD fic! I've been a fan of this game since it came out in 2015, and omg, playing the remaster sparked my love up for it again. Chris has always had a special place in my heart, so I thought, why not drop a special small fic for cochise :))

12:30 am

The anual blackwood getaway, your best friend josh, would invite you and a few other friends down to his family's lodge for break just for some time for you guys to be teens and have fun, get drunk, make mistakes, and just be free from the struggles of your every day lives. Truth be told, you loved it, you loved the scenery, the fresh air, time away from classes and stress, time with your friends, in particular time with your other best friend chris.

You and Chris had been best friends since third grade, well actually You, Chris, and Josh. The three of you bonding when you were moved closer together by the teacher, your bond unbreakable. Ever since then, you always had a small crush on chris, which eventually grew into a massive crush until you knew that you were in love with him. You not wanting to risk your friendship with him never told him keeping your feelings for him strictly platonic. It was hard for you to do so. You loved everything about him, his sense of humor, the way his glasses would sometimes slip down his nose and he had to push them back up, how he was so passionate about wanting to make an app and technology in general, all of it. Everything about him you loved, though you knew he had a crush on your mutual friend Ashley Brown. It killed you knowing you could never have him, I mean, he obviously didn't share the feelings you felt for him for you. So you always encouraged him to get with ashley.

Why? Well, you still wanted him to be happy, and if being with ashley would make him happy, so be it.

Currently, you were about to leave the lodge to take a moment for yourself with some fresh air. The party like atmosphere inside becoming slightly overwhelming. Having a bunch of teens in a lodge who were getting wasted and fucking around wasn't as fun as it seemed, You planned to only be out there for a minute or two, deciding to leave your winter coat inside. You only wore a thin pullover with some jeans and your favorite pair of boots.

Once at the front door, you clicked it open, the cold wind instantly nipping at you as you stepped outside, taking in the night, your breath visible in front of you. The snow fell heavily outside the lodge, covering everything in a thick, white layer. You had only stepped out for a moment, but the door had slammed shut behind you, locking you out. It took a moment to register what just happened, a mix of shock, confusion, and fear taking over you as you quickly turned on your heel and tried to open the door. You let out a groan of frustration as you begin to knock, praying anyone from inside would hear you.

A minute of knocking and pounding on the door passed yet no one from the inside heard you, you sighed knowing the music was probably too loud and they were all too drunk off their asses to me aware of anything like that. You shivered as the cold nipped at your skin becoming slightly painful, trying your best to keep warm you let your body slide down the door, tucking your knees close to your chest as you tried to keep yourself warm.

2:11am

2 hours passed, and the cold seeped through your clothes, chilling you to the bone. You tried to stay warm, but the biting wind made it impossible. Your skin felt numb. Honestly, you weren't sure if you had frostbite, but you felt so confident you did. You were still sitting at the door, your body shivering relentlessly. Pissed, scared, and cold, you couldn't believe no one noticed you were stuck outside. Just when you thought you couldn't take it any longer, you heard footsteps coming closer to the front door. Instantly, you shot up from where you sat, shivering as you hugged yourself. As the door opened, you felt relief wash over you.

Instantly you were met with a familiar face, chris. His face turned into a shocked expression.

"Y/n holy shit there you are!"

Chris exclaimed, his voice filled with concern and eyes widening in shock when he saw your state. Without another word, he wrapped his arms around you, his warmth a stark contrast to the freezing cold. You could smell the alcohol from that night on him, he was a bit tipsy but you could tell the alcohol was nearly wearing off of him.

"Let's get you inside yeah?"

Chris placed his hand on your shoulder as he led you to the fireplace, the crackling flames offering a welcome heat. A relieved sigh escaped your lips as he helped you slowly sit down in front of the big fireplace. Once you were completely sat down, you could feel your body calm and begin to warm up. As you stared at the flames of the big fire, you could hear Chris's footsteps behind you, shuffling around quickly. Before you knew it, he wrapped a blanket around you. You let out a soft sigh of comfort as he sat down next to you. He rubbed your shoulder in a small attempt to help you warm up. As the fire's warmth began to thaw your frozen limbs, you looked at chris, his face lit by the flickering flames, making the small details of his face stand out.

he murmured, guiding you back to the lodge. Instantly, the warmth of the lodge made you feel a little better, yet you were still shivering, your skin still as numb as it was outside. You let out a sigh of relief as he led you to the living space of the cabin.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you let out a deep breath, looking back over at the fire, watching the flames intertwine with eachother before glancing once more over at him. Chris looked over you for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and something else—something deeper that you couldn't quite place what it was

"I'm so sorry. It took someone that long to open the door.." he said apologetically, his voice soft. "God, I feel so bad.. we all thought you went up to your room, and I went to go check and.. jeez, I'm so sorry y/n"

You reached out, placing your hand over his, "Hey, don't beat yourself over this, okay? Look, im fine now, thanks to you...I guess you'll always be my knight in shining armor, huh cochise?" You said, trying to lighten the mood a little. Seeing him feel so bad about this even though it wasn't his fault made you feel a slight pang of sadness in your heart.

Chris let out a halfhearted chuckle before he took a deep breath. He moved his hand a little closer to yours, a slight tension filling the air. You smiled slightly at him, thankful that he cared about you like this. After a long moment of comfortable silence, the only sound heard was the crackling of the fireplace. Chris let out a sigh before looking over at you

"There's something I need to tell you," he said, his eyes locking onto yours. He sat up straight, fixing his posture. "Y/n I've..I've liked you for a while and I mean a WHILE ever since third grade and I'm so tired of trying to hold back my feelings for you, if this ruins our friendship then I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just couldn't keep this to myself anymore.."

As he spoke, your heart skipped a beat, his words sinking in. You could see the sincerity in his eyes and hear it in his voice but for some reason it was hard to believe this was happening. Your best friend who you've been crushing on for so long is alone with you confessing his feeling to you. You let out a nervous chuckle and scan over his face to serch for any sign that he was just pulling your leg.

"You like me? I thought you liked ashley, though I... listen, this isn't funny. Chris, don't joke like that with me, " you said as you pulled your hand from his, your eyebrows furrowing a little as you tried to read him. "You're probably still drunk just..don't say that yeah?" You said as you tucked your knees close to you, your hands wrapped around your knees. Chris's face dropped as he shook his head, he moved closer to you and grabbed your hand making your breath hitch slightly,

"I might have had a few drinks, but I'm not that drunk anymore..listen I know what I'm saying, and I mean it y/n. I love you, I always have. I only said I liked ashley because, well, I just didn't want to confront my feelings for you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship because losing you isn't something I want. I don't know what I'd do with myself if that happened, but I love you y/n, and if you don't feel the same, we can just forget this ever happened" chris confessed, his hand holding onto yours as he waited anxiously for your response. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, your eyes widened slightly, and your heart practically beating out of your chest. It took a moment for his words to fully register, but once they did a smile, painted your lips and gaze softened,

"Holy shit I.. I feel the same way I always have. I was just too scared to say anything.. God, I'm so glad you feel the same, I love you too, chris, so much." You replied, your voice steady and sure. You moved your hand to interlock your fingers with his, scooting a little closer, the blanket slowly slipping off your shoulders.

He smiled, a look of pure happiness spreading across his face, his heart beating faster than it ever had before. He gently squeezed your hand, a moment of comfortable silence filling the air once more. He let out a chuckle before looking at you, admiring the way the glow of the fire made you practically shine,

"This is so cool..can I kiss you? If that's like, I dunno not too much" he asked nervously, sounding like an awkward teenage boy about to have his first kiss. You smiled at him a soft chuckle slipping past your lips as you nodd

"Of course, cochise, now hurry up and do it before it's too late" you said with a playful tone as you placed your other hand next to him, leaning forward to get closer to him. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to yours, sealing the confession with a kiss. The fire crackled beside you. The kiss lasted for a good minute, his hand making his way to cup your face and yours making its way onto his toned arm. The kiss was filled with love and care, it was obvious the two of you were waiting for this moment. You took in every second of it appreciating how surprisingly soft his lips we're.

Soon, the both of you broke away from the kiss, immediately breaking into giggles as you two looked at each other with admiration. It was real, you finally kissed your best friend, you finally were able to confess your feelings for him and have him feel the same. All of it felt like a dream, a dream you hoped you didn't wake up from.

"So.." chris began as he smirked playfully at you, "what does this make us? Because if I'm being honest, I really hope this makes you my partner, " he said in a genuine but playful tone as he grabbed your hand, giving it a slight squeeze'

"Y'know, I would hope after all these years of not telling you I have the worlds massive crush on you and us literally confessing our feelings for each other makes us dating..if that's what you want?" You asked making sure once more that it wasn't just some joke, a slight smile painted your lips as you squeezed his hand back gently

"Oh I want nothing more than that..I love you y/n" Chris said with a smile as he gazed lovingly at you, the soft glow of the fire feeding into the moment.

"I love you too, you loser, always have.."

[roxygen22]

Still Here (Chapter 6)

Summary: Dinner with Timothée reveals feelings.

"There is something I want to show you."

It was Friday, so your curiosity over his words could finally be sated. Timothée was due to pick you up about 6 o'clock so the two of you could go out for dinner in the closest city of any appreciable size, Hartley. Unsure of where exactly where you were going, you opted for a cute blouse, jeans, and cowboy boots.

Madison was cozy on the couch with her grandparents with a bowl of popcorn in her lap when you walked out of your room. She had convinced them to watch the new Wonka movie with her while you were away. You hugged them all and kissed Madison on the head.

"Be good, do as you're told, and remember to brush your teeth."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, Mom."

"Love you!" you called back to her as you grabbed your things and walked to the door. Right as you looked out the window, you saw Timothée's blue truck pull up. You locked the door and skipped down the steps. It felt like you were in high school all over again. You were all smiles as you walked quickly to the passenger side.

"Hi!" you said cheerily as you climbed in.

Timothée looked up and down at your outfit. "Howdy," he replied through a grin.

"Hey now, I can get right back out of this truck if you're going to make fun of me," you sassed.

He held up his hands to feign surrender. "No, no. It's a good look! I swear!"

You playfully popped him on the arm. "So where are we going?"

He put the truck in gear and moved along. "There is an Italian restaurant I love to visit when I'm in town. Thought we could go there."

"And?"

"And what?" He clamped down his lips to prevent himself from smiling.

"There was something you wanted to show me. Surely it wasn't an Italian restaurant."

"Oh yeah, that. Yes, definitely that, too," he said with an exaggerated nod.

"What is it?!"

"You'll have to wait about..." He looked over at the truck's clock. "30 minutes to find out. We'll stop there before dinner so you can actually enjoy the food instead of wonder."

Timothée drove through Hartley's downtown square, pulled up in front of a closed shop, and turned off the truck. "We're here!" he said excitedly.

You looked around. "Ooo...kay. Where is 'here'?"

"Well, come on, get out of the truck."

"But Timothée, everything on this street is already closed for the night."

He held up a key. "Yep!"

He walked to a storefront and opened it up. You followed him through the door. "Wait here," he instructed. He walked to the back and flipped on the lights. You found yourself surrounded by the most beautiful wooden furniture you had ever laid eyes on.

"Welcome to my store."

"Yours. This is yours?" You spun around to take it all in.

"Yes. I made all of this."

"You what? Oh, wow. Mr. McDowell from wood shop would be so proud."

Timothée chuckled. "He was, actually. Bought a chair for his deck before he passed. Your mother bought a piece, too."

"She did?" You went through a mental list of all the furniture in the house as you walked through the showroom. "The porch swing?"

"Yep."

"I love that swing. Even more so now." You fingers gingerly grazed the handcrafted dining table next to you. "It's beautiful."

"Yes," Timothée said, not looking at the table, but at you. He cleared his throat when you turned and made eye contact. "Thank you."

"Where did you learn how to do this? Let me guess, another hobby you took up after you came back from Texas?" you inquired.

He shrugged. "Something like that. I needed to keep my hands busy. I turned the barn on my parents' land into my shop, and I sell out here. More traffic."

"What took you to Texas, anyway?"

Timothée's stomach growled. "Maybe we should discuss over dinner."

You stifled a giggle. "Fair enough. But don't think you are getting out of talking about yourself that easily."

The two of you loaded back up in the truck and drove a couple of blocks away to the Italian restaurant Timothée raved about. After you were seated on the patio and placed your orders, you set your chin in your hand and stared at him.

"Now spill." You grinned and waggled your eyebrows.

Timothée smiled. "Where should I start?"

"Well, the last I time I saw you before running into you at the grocery store was graduation. How about there?"

"As you know, I still hadn't figured out what I wanted to do. I hadn't made any plans for college, so I continued working at the hardware store for a while. That got boring. Sure as hell didn't want to do that for the rest of my life. So I started taking some auto mechanic classes at the vocational school here in Hartley."

"Is that where you learned to fix up the truck?"

"Yep. But that didn't seem like the right path, either. I felt...lost. Like I said the other day, once I got over the hurt of you leaving, I began to understand that you had the right idea all along. I even seriously considered giving you a call to see if your invitation still stood, but by the time I worked up the nerve, I learned from your mother that you were getting married. I didn't want to mess that up for you."

He paused when the server came by with the food. You both thanked her and took up your utensils. You couldn't believe what you had just heard. He considered coming all the way out to California. For me.

"What happened then?"

Timothée continued his story between bites. "Well, I figured I shouldn't waste the momentum to leave this place, so I just got in the truck in left. I held down some odd and end jobs, camped out in state parks or hotels until I got to the oil fields in Texas. Found a steady job and set myself up pretty well there for a few years until Mom died. I came back to help my dad keep up with the land and the house. He's not in great health, either."

"I'm so sorry, Timmy."

He paused, fork mid-air. "You haven't called me that in ages."

"Oh, sorr-"

"No, don't be. I- I've missed it." He half-smiled.

You blushed, dropped your eyes to your plate, and cleared your throat. "Any...significant others along the way?"

"I was engaged for a bit when I was in Texas. She was a nice girl, but I broke it off because it just didn't feel right. That was right before Mom passed. Since then, between work and taking care of my dad, I haven't had much time for, uh, exploring."

"You two ready for dessert?" the server asked as she came back around.

Timothée looked from the server to you. "The tiramisu here is amazing! Want to split one? Dessert's on me."

"That sounds divine."

With the previous candor interrupted, the two of you idly chatted while you waited for dessert. You asked after some of your high school classmates. He asked you about college life in California. Timothée offered you the first bite of the tiramisu when the server dropped it off.

"Oh, wow - that IS amazing!" You covered your mouth with your hand so as to not reveal the half-chewed cake.

Timothée chuckled. "Told you," he bragged as he popped a bite into his own mouth. You continued to take turns taking slivers of the cake until it disappeared.

You leaned back in your chair. "Mmm. That was so good."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

You settled the tab for the food, and he did so for the dessert. You left the restaurant and slowly ambled side by side back to the truck.

"Timmy?" You stopped short on the sidewalk in front of the truck, forcing him to turn back to look at you. "Thank you for making this whole...situation...more bearable. I can't imagine how lonely I would be right now if I hadn't bumped into you at the store."

Timothée stepped closer to you. He brushed a hair behind your ear that had been loosened by the wind. Your heart hammered at his touch and you felt heat flush your cheeks. He nudged your chin with his index finger so he could look you in the eyes.

"I should have followed you when you asked me."

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Chapter 7

Masterlist

Tag List:

@croatianprincess @bluizh

[agentsofmarvel]

because y’all really liked the last one, here’s

some of my favorite agents of shield fun facts (season 2 edition)

this is part one! i have a lot of season 2 facts so i split it into two parts!! 🫶🏼

- clark gregg found out coulson was the new director of shield a few days before filming.

- chloe bennet said playing skye in season two was almost like playing another person as skye’s bubbly personality has become more “muted”. chloe said some skye’s more muted personality is due to learning it from may as her SO.

- i don’t know if i just forgot or never payed too much attention to it (as i don’t remember this happening), but it’s said fitz’s hypoxia also caused him to lose function in one hand.

- elizabeth only found out she was going to start the season undercover days before filming. she also didn’t know it would be hydra until a day or two before filming.

- the character of hunter was created to be a direct opposite of coulson, but still on the good side. they pretty much made hunter a character to see how funny it would be for him to piss off coulson.

- in season one, skye was created to be the “eyes of the audience” when it came to shield. in season two, they made bobbi the new “eyes of the audience” as she’s new to coulson’s shield and the characters.

- henry simmons has auditioned for multiple roles in the MCU before he was called in to read for mack. they were nervous to cast him as he was said to be “too handsome” but they liked how sweet he was doing the scenes involving fitz so they gave him the role.

- the executive producers and showrunners had a two week break between finishing season one and starting season two.

- in the scenes where fitz is really struggling with the effects of hypoxia, some of them took multiple tales because elizabeth would start to cry and they would have to pull her aside and tell her simmons wouldn’t cry right now and restart the scene.

- the simmons that fitz imagines throughout the season is wearing the exact same outfit from the season one episode “FZZT”. before this simmons had never repeated an outfit in episodes, which is why the producers said her wearing a duplicate outfit was a sign this simmons may not be real.

- the set designers made the Playground dark and old-fashioned design-wise to provide a direct contrast to the new, bright Bus from season one to show shield going back to its 1940s routes as it rebuilds from scratch.

- they didn’t put a toilet in ward’s cell because it was an open set and the crew said they didn’t want to look at a toilet out in the open every time they worked there.

- the character of hartley was created to show the audience that nobody is safe and that a character can die just like that. damn they really said “don’t get too comfortable, they can all die that fast”

- chloe says there is a ton of easter egg’s throughout the show of skye and the number three. she says one is that she only wears three rings after season one but the fans should figure out the rest.

- to make it seem as if coulson’s team has become more experienced during season one, the cast went through a solider boot camp where they even had live-firing exercises with loaded g*ns.

like i said, this is part one of the season two facts. i’m working on season two part two and season three right now and i’ll post them ASAP :)

[boombox-fuckboy]

hey there! might I ask for a podcast rec pls?

Second Star To The Left

Sci-Fi

Audio logs of Gwen Hartley, a scout sent to explore and establish early infastructure on a new world, and her communications with Bell Summers, the minder in charge of keeping her alive. Also featuring the excellent bedtime stories she tells to her (non-sentient but regardless adored) robot companion Boots. I like it.

[queenofbaws]

before the dawn, a bad moon rising a(nother) Until Dawn/The Quarry fic by TheIcyQueen

“Did you kind of get the feeling someone was watching us out there?” Sam asked, and that was officially too much for him to handle. Chris slid off the bench and onto the floor, groaning at the top of his lungs. “Could you maybe let me get some alcohol into my system before starting with the horror movie cliches, Sam?! Like a drink? Like one?!” “I’m just saying!” “Yeah, and I’m just saying let’s cross our fingers and hope that crawly feeling on the back of your neck was a squirrel or some shit! It’s the coldest night of the year, and we’re in the middle of the fucking woods! Imagine the kind of person who’d stand around in that for the sole purpose of watching us go about our merry way—they’d have to be the world’s biggest masochist! Or, like…some kind of pervert, at the very least!” “Or,” Sam continued, staring out the window with her chin in her hand, “someone else who’s thinking about the twins tonight.” “…yeah, believe it or not, I like my theory better, thanks. Fingers crossed it’s a squirrel. Or, barring that, some kind of pervert. I can handle squirrels. I can handle perverts.” Hearing it out loud like that, he grimaced. “Wait. Don’t…don’t quote me on that.” “Too late,” she sighed, poking him with the toe of her boot. “Already committed it to memory. ‘Fingers crossed it’s a pervert—I can handle perverts,’ Chris Hartley, 2015. They’re gonna put that one on your tombstone, buster.”

Read 10 HOURS UNTIL DAWN (5 new chapters) on AO3!

[deafchild2000]

You know what? Given everything Australian and nearby, I kinda wished H2O explored the possibility of traveling to New Zealand and meeting a mermaid there.

Here's my logic: The rock responsible for the moon cave and moon crystals was so enormous that not only did it create the moon pool in Mako Island, it had several pieces or shards that broke apart all over the world as we come to know from Bella Hartley after she was changed in the Sea Caves of Ireland. So geographically, New Zealand is the closest to Australia and even closer to Mako Island (while fictional, I believe was an inspired combination of Tasmania and Matua Island in shape & landscapes). So wouldn't it be possible there's a sister moon pool in New Zealand somewhere? Even more - like the Little Mermaid in Copenhagen - in Napier, the North Island of New Zealand, they have their own mermaid of Maori mythology called Pania of the Reef.

(And given the lore surrounding her, Mako Mermaids fans can easily deduce Pania was an ancient, natural mermaid who fell in love with a human. However, unlike the Chinese Mermaid whose lover got turned into the Water Dragon, there's no happy ending because HE WAS AN IDIOT!)

So, logistically, could we have a New Zealander (a Maori to boot) who either got turned into a mermaid or knows something about mermaids?

[oedipusted]

When I see pictures of backseam nylons, or slingback heels, or thigh high boots, or fishnet nylons, or pantyhose gussets, or layered nylons, or any combination of those in pictures, it will cause me to fantasize my mom wearing/doing what is in the pictures. Same with pictures of teachers (Mom was a teacher, I was hot for teacher). I will get hot, and post the fantasies each produces, or truths about Mom and I each produces. Any ideas/requests in description of the pic will be used.

Pictures of open toe shoes, flip flops, or barefoot or hose feet, any of those with blue nail polish get fantasies and truths about my very powerful women's foot fetish and my reactions to seeing those in public.

And any pictures of Satin Jayde, Nina Hartley, Linda Bareham, Lady Sonia/Gil Ellis, Brandi Love, Melissa Mendini, Gabrielle Taylor, Danielle Wiltshire, or Miss Hybrid will instantly cause me to fantasize and imagine my mom wearing what they are wearing and doing as they are doing in the pictures. I will get so hot I will end up automatically posting the fantasy, truth or idea the particular picture spawns.

Hopefully I do not miss any pics that are posted. If I do point them out, or put a T or an idea in the picture description or comment. Ready to start posting!

[shadycomputerpolice]

"Fashion—Do not be too submissive to the dictates of fashion; at the same time avoid oddity or eccentricity in your dress. There are some persons who will follow, in defiance of taste and judgment, the fashion to its most extreme point; this is a sure mark of vulgarity. Every new style of dress will admit of adaptation to individual cases, thus producing a pleasing, as well as fashionable effect. Not only good taste, but health is often sacrificed to the silly error of dressing in the extreme of fashion. Be careful to have your dress comfortable and becoming, and let the prevailing mode come into secondary consideration; avoiding, always, the other extreme of oddity or eccentricity in costume. Comfort—Many ladies have to trace months of severe suffering to an improper disregard of comfort, in preparing their wardrobe, or in exposure after they are dressed. The most exquisite ball costume will never compensate for the injury done by tight lacing, the prettiest foot is dearly paid for by the pain a tight boot entails, and the most graceful effects will not prevent suffering from exposure to cold. A light ball dress and exquisite arrangement of the hair, too often make the wearer dare the inclemency of the coldest night, by[26] wearing a light shawl or hood, to prevent crushing delicate lace or flowers. Make it a fixed rule to have the head, feet, and chest well protected when going to a party, even at the risk of a crushed flower or a stray curl. Many a fair head has been laid in a coffin, a victim to consumption, from rashly venturing out of a heated ball room, flushed and excited, with only a light protection against keen night air. The excitement of the occasion may prevent immediate discomfort in such cases, but it adds to the subsequent danger."

Book Title: The Ladies' Book of Etiquette and Manual of Politeness. A Complete Hand Book for the Use of the Lady in Polite Society. Author: Florence Hartley Publishing Date: 1860

I saw this and it made happy because I realised that sensible women have always existed. There have always been women who thought "That is dumb and frankly humiliating so I am not doing that."

[miidnighters]

S t a r t e r for @freekzout

"I'm looking for...Francis?"

And what, pray tell, has put Hartley - in her steam-pressed blouse and expensive jeans and sensible (heeled to the sky but enclosed) boots here, at this trashy bar, looking for this man? Well, she's been on the trail of some group with some powers - not her normal type of hunt, but there had been some incidents and the word had come from higher up, so here she was. She'd followed enough of a trail to learn that this Francis Funke could be her in, but now she had to find him to keep this thing moving. Exhausting - working alone was much more efficient.

[gorogues]

Fictober 2023

Prompt number #1 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: T – Teen and up Warnings: Profanity

Day One: “It’s not too late, let’s go.”

Hartley was clearly in a foul mood as he tore off his cloak with what seemed like excessive vigour. He muttered to himself as he changed from his costume into nondescript street clothes, and naturally all of this caught James’ roving attention.

“What’s up, Hart o’ mine?”

“I’ve told you not to call me that,” Hartley fumed, carefully packing two tiny pipes into the seams of his civilian clothing. He could never be too careful, even if just planning a casual outing.

“Chill, Piper. What’s wrong?”

“I had plans today. I was supposed to go to Pride with a guy I’ve been seeing occasionally and his friends, but they ditched me with a flimsy excuse so I’m pretty sure I’ve been officially dumped and now have nobody to go with. Then I mentioned to Cold that I plan to attend in full costume to rep the metahuman scene, and he gave me shit for it so boring clothes it is! I’m half-ready to just cancel this year.”

The wheels were clearly turning in James’ head, which rarely boded well, and suddenly he grinned.

“It’s not too late. Put on your hobo gear and let’s go,” James announced, jumping to his feet with an ever-widening smirk.

“Aren’t you going to the Rogue meeting this afternoon? And planning to set off a fart bomb under Digger’s chair?”

“Yeah, but you’re my pal and I’d never miss an opportunity to tweak Len and wear tights in public. We’re gonna make the news for sure!”

Hartley hesitated, looking for signs that James was pulling his leg or had some sort of cruel intent, but saw none. After weighing the pros and cons for a few moments, he flashed a grateful smile at his friend and hurried to pull on his boots and cloak. They were going to put on one hell of a show for the crowd.