#buddy it sounds like that egg is cracking

[viktuurionice]

I think Amazon thinks I'm a transman now because it's reccomnding trans tape and binders.

Buddy, while I appreciate that I am not dealing with gender stuff until I move. Thank you. Come back in 5-6 months. Not doing this right now. Fuck off. No. Not an option right now, I am peacing out. ✌️

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH45

Slumber party!

Fair, but consider: She deserves a little murder. As a treat.

Kabru be like "IS THAT MY BACKSTORY???"

That sure is....a ship. With no one on it.

Ah, shit the Americans are here.

Two things: Toshiro being tended to like a pretty pretty princess is hilarious.

And also, the fact that they think the elves can kill Falin......... hmmm.... Pressing X to doubt.

............... oh. Laios. 😂

But also like. How was he MEANT to keep it silent? Put a little something in it? I thought since it was a magic bell you could code it to only ring when it's shaken with INTENT?

Fancy ass house.

Also, Namari...........are you hitting that yet? Both of that?

Oh, it's backstory time.

Okay one: that's fucking tragic, it sounds like the Elves are just forcing the dungeons closed with no regard for how the ecosystem compensates and what people suffer by being in close proximity......

And another thing: Kabru. Kabru, isn't that what YOU'RE after? Having all the power?

Why is this so much like that one meme where the girls at the party are looking at you.

It's the same picture.

Kabru that's. That's maybe not the way to go about it. you're going to give them MORE reasons to go in.

Nevermind the governor not being into this 'good boy, now sign' talk, Toshiro's kinda right. Ya fucked up Kabru.

No matter how far Laios runs, he cannot escape other people trying to tell him how to live his life. Poor guy. But at the same time...

Is this real? Or a red herring?

Laios' father and mother seemed to be living relatively pious lives. They clearly had a good house, but it didn't seem like they were extremely rich. Then again, perhaps he's just a cousin of royalty? Is that why his parents wanted him to have children?

They want to.... halt the growth of the dungeon? Is this another part of the natural ecosystem of things? Dungeons growing seems to point even more towards the idea that it's a gigantic, fleshpit-like creature instead of simply a construct.

Then again, constructs CAN be creatures. Like the golems.

Elves not understanding how old humans are continues to be hilarious because like.

As humans, we HAVE this same concept of variant aging. Like. Dogs. We understand that dogs live less than us, and mature a lot slower. But this is.... COMMON KNOWLEDGE. Most people do not make it into adulthood without understanding that dogs mature within 1-2 years of their birth.

The fact that elves, a species with FAR more time on their hands, who have lived alongside other races for AGES....... have STILL not got the general concept of aging down....means their education is atrocious. Or they're all not paying attention.

.......this. THIS is the most fascinating concept in this chapter.

The fallen.... turned into MONSTERS.

We know that dying inside the dungeon doesn't mean permanent death. But dying above-ground does.

We know that dying in the dungeon doesn't mean your body turns into a monster (aside from ghosts and ghouls?) ..... but dying aboveground.... DOES......?

WHAT'S THE TRUTH.

👁👁

Hm.

If Kabru and Laios fused, they could almost make one functioning human being.

Senshi just beginning to speak in the middle of his own internal monologue is so real.

...... what's going on there with the expression, buddy?

Bread.......are they STILL carrying around flour with them?! How are they getting bread?!

Also, it's awesome that the eggs are canonically hard to crack, because it makes sense that they don't break during their many fighting events.

Izutsumi really said ◉_◉

Don't tell me Laios, who is sensitive to ghosts has ALSO been seeing things?

Not gonna lie, that's highkey terrifying.

Props to that ghost that's been following Laios around, not ever giving up hope that it can bother him into acknowledging it.

And also - hey, it already saved them once! that means it's probably not evil!

That, or it's the king of the bloody dungeon. Wouldn't that be something!

[iced-coffee-jesus]

Buddie prompt: Buck helps chaperone one of Christopher’s dates (like instead of Marisol in 7x01). Realizations are had - maybe they get blindsided because the kid assumes Buck is the cool stepdad or something?

I'm so sorry that this took a week @linus-lucy ! And what a week it's been too! This fic got a little away from at the end and definitely leans a little on the crack side, but I hope you enjoy it!

“And here is your popcorn, good sir.” Buck bowed, placing the popcorn on the coffee table in front of Christopher and Penny. “We have an excellent selection of grape or orange soda, what would the lady prefer?”

Penny laughed, while Chris looked at him with eyes that were just begging him to leave them alone already. “Grape, please Mr. Diaz.”

“He’s Mr. Diaz, you may call me Buck. Grape soda, coming right up.” He said with an air of formality, turning back to the kitchen to grab the soda before joining Eddie on the other couch. Chris hit play on the movie, an Assassin’s Creed film whose plot Buck was unable to follow. Eddie elbowed him fifteen minutes into the movie, nodding his head towards where Penny’s hand laid on Chris’s arm. Buck rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around Eddie in an attempt to bring his attention back to whatever was happening on screen.

“Calm down.” Buck murmured, leaning in a little closer so he wouldn’t get hushed by the teens on the other couch.

“We should have let them watch it by themselves, this is too awkward.” Eddie hissed back, catching side-eye from Christopher at the sound.

“This is too awkward? How did you handle giving him The Talk?”

“Dad.” Chris sighed, his full attention on them now. “Don’t you and Buck still have that paperwork to fill out?”

“Paperwork?” Penny asked, pausing the movie. Buck suppressed an eye roll, already knowing it was a losing cause to fight either Diaz on this.

“Yes! We do actually, firefighter paperwork, gotta get it finished by tomorrow. Come on, Buck.” He choked on a laugh as Eddie practically dragged him off the couch and into the kitchen. “Don’t wait for us, go ahead and finish the movie!”

“Smooth, Eddie, smooth. Almost as smooth as Chris’s ‘paperwork’ excuse.”

“I don’t care, there’s no way we were sitting through another hour and forty-five minutes of that.” Eddie derided, going to a cupboard and sifting through it before pulling out vanilla, baking powder, and salt.

“What happened to chaperoning?” he laughed, seeing where this was going and pulling out the chocolate chips and eggs from the fridge.

“We’re twenty feet away, you’re gonna poke your head in there every fifteen minutes and ensure nothing inappropriate is going on.”

“Me? Why not you?”

Eddie shrugged, digging out a mixing bowl from a different cupboard. “I don’t know, I chose at random and you were randomly assigned.”

Buck grinned, hip-checking him out of the way to start measuring ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. “Coward.”

Eddie merely hummed in response.

True to his word, Eddie kept aggressively nodding at the entryway to the living room every fifteen minutes or so, silently begging Buck to check on the situation, which he did dutifully.

The cookies had been out of the oven for a few minutes now, and Buck was torn on whether or not to interrupt the teens for some warm cookies or not.

He shouldn’t have worried, the credits were rolling and Chris and Penny were still sitting on the couch, a respectable distance from one another.

“Hey, Penny, your mom said she is gonna be here in about ten minutes. Do you guys want to eat some cookies we made while they’re still warm?”

“Dad let you use the stand mixer after everything that happened last saturday?” Chris quipped, following behind him into the kitchen.

“I did not.” Eddie smirked, glancing up at the ceiling before handing over the plate of cookies to Penny’s waiting hands. “Our ceiling will never recover from the muffin batter as it is.”

“See if I ever make muffins ever again. Do you see what I put up with, Penny?” Buck shook his head in mock pity as he stole a cookie from the plate. “The disrespect.”

“Buck, why would you pull up the mixer while it was still on?” Chris giggled.

“I wish my step-dad baked, my mom isn’t the best in the kitchen.”

“Neither is dad. I mean, he’s better than he used to be, but I’m still thankful that Buck cooks dinner most nights... No offense dad.”

“None taken.” Eddie mused quietly, eyeing Buck over the tops of their heads. Buck just shrugged, unsure what the look was for. 

“Well, you’re lucky you have two parents that can cook. We eat a lot of takeout at my house.” Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Must be my mom. Thank you for having me Mr. and Mr. Diaz.”

Oh. That was when it clicked for Buck. Penny thought- 

“It was our pleasure. Chris, would you like to walk her out?”

Chris nodded, charging for the door before Eddie could take it back. Penny smiled and waved as she followed behind him.

“Now, see? That wasn’t so bad.”

Buck’s head snapped to Eddie, casually wiping down the counters. “Really? Mr. Let's-make-cookies-and-avoid-the-teens-at-all-cost?”

Eddie grinned impishly at him from across the counter. “I don’t know, doesn’t that also make you Mr. Let’s-make-cookies-and-”

“Stop, I heard it the first time. Did… did Chris tell her we were married? What was the deal with that?”

“No, c’mon, Chris wouldn’t do that. I think that was just the natural conclusion to come to.”

Buck’s face warmed at the comment. “Really? Mr. and Mr Diaz is just a foregone conclusion here?” He teased.

Eddie walked around the counter and stopped a few feet short of Buck. “Yeah. I think so, don’t you?”

Buck felt like all the air just got sucked from the room. “Eddie…”

A faint blush was rising on Eddie’s cheeks, but he barreled on. “I mean, let’s be honest here Buck, it’ll be a lot easier for you to change your name than for both me and Chris to switch to Buckley. We could always do Buckley-Diaz, but I kind of figured you wouldn’t mind dropping your parents-”

Buck didn’t let him finish, surging forward to claim Eddie’s mouth in a kiss, curling a hand around his waist to pull him flush against him. “You’re insane, you know that?” He breathed, pulling away just enough to rest their heads together.

“Hmmhmm.” Eddie quipped, a bright grin breaking out on his face.

“Hadn’t even kissed yet, and you’re already picking out china and monogrammed towels.”

“I don’t think we’re monogrammed towel people, Buck.” Eddie sighed, leaning in happily to steal another kiss or two.

“What type of people are we, Eddie?”

“Hopefully the type to get engaged before they’ve had a real first date?” 

Buck laughed as Eddie kissed him again, too filled with love to care about the insanity of it all.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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YEAH I AM PUMPED!

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It’s the perfect way to spend a morning. 

His arms are pleasantly sore from a new sort of motion by the time they make it back to shore. He thinks he likes kayaking. 

He and Eddie help Brittany load the kayaks from the beach onto a rack. 

“Thank you!” She exclaims as they’re halting them. “Most visitors don’t stick around to help.”

“Ah, we don’t mind,” Buck says. 

“They’re firefighters,” Chris says. “They lift heavy stuff all the time.”

“It’s true,” Eddie says, sliding a kayak onto the rack. 

They’re at the top of a sandy slope, in front of a little shed that belongs to the tour company. It has a gorgeous view of the waterfront. Standing right in front of the kayak rack on that slope, Buck turns to admire the view for another minute.

“You really get to do this every day, huh?” He asks Brittany. 

“I do!” She grins. “I had a co-op here during my undergrad and decided to come back full time.”

“Super cool,” Buck says. “I wish I’d done something cool like this when I was working odd jobs in my twenties.”

Brittany opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by a strange metallic creaking sound, followed by a loud crack. Buck hardly has time to react before something hard and fast hits him in the back of the skull. It’s so hard he sees white, vision momentarily glitches. He trips forward, onto his hands and knees in the rocky sand.

“Oh my god!” He hears Brittany shout through his ringing ears. There’s the sound of something slapping against a hard surface. 

“Buck, are you okay?” Chris calls. 

He feels Eddie’s arms loop around him, pulling him sideways. 

“Out of the way, come on,” Eddie says. 

Buck’s vision clears as Eddie moves him from the direct path of what he can now see is a collapsed kayak rack. One leg broke, sending the top kayak careening out, smack into Buck’s head. Brittany is currently scrambling to steady it. 

Eddie helps Buck to his feet, one arm looped around his waist for support. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. He’s using his steadiest paramedic voice, inspecting Buck’s eyes for signs of concussion.

Buck presses a hand to the tender back of his head. It’s not bleeding. There will be a hell of a goose egg, he bets. 

“I think so?” Buck offers weakly. His head is throbbing and he feels very dizzy. 

“Let’s sit down,” Eddie suggests.

Buck nods. He allows himself to be guided to where Chris is standing and is helped gently into a sitting position. 

“Stay tight,” Eddie says. He jogs back over to help Brittany secure the kayak rack. 

“Does your head hurt?” Chris asks.

“Yep,” Buck winces.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” 

“I don’t know, buddy. I can’t really think right now.”

“Oh,” Chris says in a tiny voice.

Buck squeezes his eyes shut and breathes through the pain. 

A few moments later, Eddie and Brittany return. 

“Should we call an ambulance?” Brittany asks.

“No,” Eddie says. “I don’t think so. I can drive him to the ER if it comes to that. Do you have ice?”

“Yes, in the main building. I can go grab it. My god, I am so sorry this happened.”

“Not your fault,” Buck manages to grit out. 

“I’ll be right back!” She promises. “With ice!”

Brittany runs off and Eddie crouches in front of Buck. 

“How are you holding up?” He asks. 

“Fricking kills,” Buck replies honestly. “I never thought kayak related deaths would happen on dry land.”

“That’s not funny,” Eddie grumbles. 

“It’s a little funny,” Buck says. “And you have to say so because I’m hurt.”

“Do you want to go to the ER?” Eddie asks. 

“Nah,” Buck waves the thought off. “It’s 2024. We’re in Morro Bay. Biden is president. We’re all good.”

“Buck, it’s 2031,” Chris says. 

“Chris, that’s not funny!” Eddie scolds. 

Buck barks with laughter. “Sort of is, though.”

Eddie sighs. “You’re both terrible.”

“You love us,” Buck says. 

Eddie’s lips quirk. “I sure do.”

➰

After icing his head for twenty minutes, Buck feels considerably better.

“We can go back to the hotel and take it easy,” Eddie suggests as they pack into the Jeep. Eddie drives this time. 

“No,” Buck shakes his head. “It’s our last day here. We wanted to go swimming.”

“There’s a pool at the hotel,” Eddie reminds him. “We can swim there.”

“I want to go to the beach,” Buck doubles down. “I’ll be okay. If I feel off, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. He takes less convincing than Buck might have expected. “But I’m not letting you swim alone.”

“Darn,” Buck groans with mock annoyance. “You’ll just have to hold onto me.”

Eddie smirks. 

“Gross,” Chris complains. 

➰

They swim and enjoy the beach and Buck doesn’t drown terribly from whatever concussion Eddie worries he might have. He takes a Tylenol, goes easy on himself, and basks in the beauty of the remainder of their afternoon. 

Buck will admit, towards the end, he’s getting a little sleepy. Despite the later-than-usual wake-up call. Maybe it’s a symptom of the energy expended kayaking. Maybe it’s all the sun. He lays on his chest on a beach towel and closes his eyes, listening to the sound of the waves. Chris buries his feet in wet sand. 

Eddie squeezes a dollop of sunscreen onto his back without warning and begins rubbing it into his skin. Buck’s spine shivers at the cold goop. 

“Hey!” He complains. 

“You’re the whitest person I know. You’re going to burn.” Eddie replies.

“The sun is getting lower!” Buck protests. 

“Mmm, you’ll thank me when the shower doesn’t hurt tonight,” Eddie says. 

Buck complains, but he feels very loved. Very cared for. Eddie is always thinking about him. In a way no other partner really has before. It makes sense. They knew each other forwards and backwards, even before they ever admitted to loving one another. 

“I love you,” Buck murmurs into the curve of his own elbow, where he’s resting his head. 

Eddie rubs a sunscreen-slicked finger in gentle little circles over Buck’s shoulder blade. 

“I love you, too.” Eddie whispers. “You getting tired?”

“Just a little.” Buck admits. 

“We can go back?” Eddie offers. “Grab dinner?” 

[dancingonmoonbeams]

odesta week: finnick lives friday

happy birthday, finnick odair

Might post this one on AO3 eventually - it's been kicking around in my drafts for a while so I'm happy for the motivation to share it. This is just pure, unapologetic fluff. Enjoy! Fits into my Seashells and Stars universe.

Annie rises from bed, careful not to disturb Finnick from his peaceful sleep. She throws on the first clean clothes she finds, only realizing when she’s shutting the bedroom door behind her that she’s taken one of Finnick’s sweaters, the sleeves falling down over her hands. She rolls them to her elbows as she gently knocks on the door across the hall and pushes it open to find her son sitting up in his bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes and looking up at her.

“Ready?” she asks quietly, holding a finger to her lips as he giggles at the secrecy. She lifts Adrian to her hip and walks them carefully down the hallway. She stops at the back door to slip her feet into a pair of sandals then steps out into the early morning sun, setting Adrian down in the grass and holding his hand as they walk over to the garden.

“Mama, those ones!” he whisper-shouts, pointing at a section of their blueberry bushes where she can see entire clusters are just the right shade of blue, glistening in the morning dew.

“Perfect,” she confirms, handing him the basket she’d picked up on their way out the door.

Adrian runs over to the bushes and starts carefully plucking berries from the bush one by one, depositing each one into the basket before moving to the next. Annie watches him for a moment, glowing with pride, then crouches down to help, realizing if they keep going at his speed it will be lunch time before they harvest enough.

Back inside, Annie switches the oven on, pulls a chair beside her and lifts Adrian onto it, giving him strict instructions to keep his feet firmly planted to avoid tipping it over. He nods seriously, his eyes wide, and she drops a kiss to the top of his head before pulling the mixing bowls towards her. They work together, Annie measuring ingredients and handing them to Adrian to drop into the bowl with only minimal amounts of flour and sugar landing on their clothes and the countertop. She guides his hands as he cracks an egg into the bowl and deftly wipes the mess off before he can touch anything else, giving him enthusiastic praise as she starts mixing. 

“Okay,” she whispers seriously. “Time for the berries.” 

Adrian inhales with excitement and Annie almost laughs out loud at how hard her son is trying to keep quiet, his eyes wide as he holds back from cheering loud enough to wake his sleeping father. She hands him the bowl of rinsed berries and points to the batter, nodding when he gives her a questioning look like he doesn’t believe such an important step is being left in his hands. He tips the bowl carefully, grinning as blueberries plop into the mixture, some of them bouncing right back out and rolling away across the counter. When the bowl is empty, Annie sets it on the counter and hands him a spatula, holding the mixing bowl steady as he stirs the berries into the batter.

“Good job,” she tells him, pressing a kiss to his hair and finding he somehow got sugar on top of his head. She brushes it away absently and looks up at the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

“Daddy!” Adrian shouts, moving to get down from the chair before Annie stops him with a warning hand. With minimal exasperation, he waits for her to lift him down before sprinting across the room and into Finnick’s waiting arms, giving Annie enough time to step in front of the mixing bowl so Finnick can’t see what they’re working on. “Happy birthday, Daddy,” Adrian declares, his arms around Finnick’s neck and certainly staining his skin with blueberry juice.

“Who, me?” Finnick asks in mock surprise. “Thank you, buddy.” He looks at Annie with a smile then back to his son, clearly taking in the smudges of flour and sugar that Annie didn’t manage to wipe off his face. “What are you and Mama up to?”

“We’re making–” he starts, cutting himself off when Annie clears her throat loudly. “A surprise.”

Finnick chuckles and looks at Annie for confirmation. “Is that so?”

Annie nods and barely manages to disguise her laugh when she sees Adrian mirror her, looking at Finnick with wide, innocent eyes. “In fact,” Annie says. “Adrian, I think you need to make sure Daddy doesn’t peek while I finish up the surprise.”

“No looking, Daddy!” Adrian tries to cover Finnick’s eyes and Finnick lets out a muffled mmph when his hands end up closer to his nose, but he closes his eyes good-naturedly anyway. 

While he’s distracted, Annie quickly scrapes the batter into a pan and sets it in the oven, turning her timer and then looking back at her ever-patient husband. “Okay,” she announces, walking over to where he’s holding Adrian. “You can open your eyes now.” 

Adrian drops his hand and Finnick makes a show of slowly opening his eyes, pretending to be shocked when he sees his son in his arms. Adrian giggles and throws his arms around Finnick’s neck again and this time Annie definitely sees the streaks of blue he left on his father’s cheek.

“Happy birthday,” she says softly, leaning in to kiss Finnick’s non-blueberry stained cheek. He turns his head to catch her lips with his, lingering in the kiss before pulling away with a smile. 

“Nice sweater,” he remarks with a wink and Annie holds her arms out with a flourish before turning to her son.

“Alright, you,” she announces, reaching for him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Adrian practically leaps into her arms and she carries him down the hall to the bathroom, washing his hands clean and trying her best to get the sugar and flower off his face and out of his hair. Eventually, she gives up, figuring he’ll just make a mess eating. They’re going to the beach later anyway. Whatever is left will wash off in the ocean.

Finnick is pouring two cups of tea when they return to the kitchen and he passes one to her with an easy smile that still manages to make her heart skip a beat. She lifts her hand to his cheek, smoothing over the fading scars and running her fingers through his hair, a few streaks of grey catching the light. He turns his head to kiss her palm and when his eyes meet hers she knows what they’re both thinking–how unbelievable it is that they’ve made it here.

The timer buzzes and Adrian calls for her, the gentle moment fading into the next with ease. Annie holds out a hand to keep her excited son back from the heat of the oven and watches as he goes to his father instead, still taking his job of ensuring the surprise stays a surprise seriously. Finnick laughs goodnaturedly and turns around, crouching down to tickle Adrian as he does.

With the sound of laughter echoing through the kitchen Annie pulls the pan from the oven, the warm scent of sugar and better filling the room. While it cools, she calls Adrian over and hands him plates and forks to bring to Finnick to help him set the table, smiling when Finnick lifts him to his hip and carefully guides him in the task. He’s at the age now where he wants to do everything on his own, completely disregarding when he’s too small or not quite ready to do it. He’s their little adventurer, forging ahead and keeping them on their toes.

Once the pan is cool, Annie turns the cake out onto a plate and sets it in the middle of the table. Finnick helps Adrian into his seat and then takes his own, beaming up at Annie while she cuts slices of cake and puts them on plates.

“Adrian wanted to make you a blueberry cake,” she tells Finnick, sliding her hand across his shoulders as she moves to sit across from him. “He did most of the work.” 

“That’s not true, Mama,” Adrian says through a mouthful of cake. “You helped.”

Finnick beams at both of them then picks up his fork to take a bite, pretending to seriously consider it, his eyes sparkling. “Hmm,” he says, going for another bite. “Perfection. Best blueberry cake I’ve ever had.”

Adrian cheers and takes another bite. “Me too, Daddy.” 

Finnick looks up to meet Annie’s gaze, both of them fighting laughter at their son’s antics. Annie’s heart feels light in her chest, fit to burst with joy at the simplicity of the morning, the easy life they’ve found for themselves after so much heartache. It’s a miracle they’re here, they’re alive, they can bake cakes with their son and spend the day doing whatever they please with no one around to take it from them. Suddenly overwhelmed, Annie takes another bite of cake, savoring the sweetness, the explosion of blueberries on her tongue. 

After breakfast, Finnick insists on cleaning up, ignoring her protests that he shouldn’t do the cleaning on his birthday. He gives Adrian the important job of drying dishes and sends Annie away with a firm kiss on her lips, a promise of something more. She tousles her son’s hair as she walks by then goes to change into her swimsuit, considering leaving Finnick’s sweater back where she found it and deciding against it, instead pulling it back on over her suit. She hears when Finnick brings Adrian to his room to get ready for the beach–carrying him on his back by the sound of it–and sits down on the bed for a moment, trying to get herself together.

It’s too much, sometimes. There’s a part of her still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for this to all be ripped away from her. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, inhaling the smell of blueberries and sugar still wafting through the house, the salt and faintly briny scent that clings to Finnick’s clothes. When Finnick comes in to change, he stills, touching a gentle hand to her cheek in a silent question. She nods, twisting their fingers together, then goes to get their things together for the beach.

The rest of the day passes in a lazy haze. They swim–Adrian getting more confident in the water by the day–they make sandcastles, they look for interesting shells along the shore. Annie brought a picnic lunch that they eat while dodging gulls, sand and sun dipping all around them. Finnick stretches out in the sand and Annie takes a moment to look at him, her mind cataloging old and new. She’s getting used to the scars. They take up an entire side of his body, traveling up his leg and across his chest, snaking across his neck and one cheek. She hates to think about what put them there, hates to see the claws and teeth tearing his skin. When they found him down in those sewers and brought him in, he’d been so pale from all the blood he lost that she thought he was a ghost, the sight of him enough to nearly send her into shock. She shakes her head to lose the memory, focusing on the Finnick in front of her now. Living, breathing, his skin tan and freckled, his scars fading until soon they’ll be just another part of him.

Adrian is fast asleep now, his head in Annie’s lap and his legs sprawled across Finnick’s, his cheeks flushed pink with the sun. Annie digs out the hat she’d brought, careful not to disturb him, and places it over his head, then covers him with a light blanket to keep the sun at bay. His lips part as he sleeps, his breath moving evenly in and out, and she finds herself counting each breath, her hand carefully brushing hair off his forehead.

“Hey,” Finnick murmurs, lifting his head to look at her. “Do you want to head back?” He glances down at Adrian and smiles softly, then his green eyes find hers.

Annie shakes her head. “We can stay a little longer.”

Finnick nods and reaches for her hand, bringing it to his lips to lay a soft kiss against her knuckles. He twists their fingers together and lays back in the sand, closing his eyes against the sun and looking the picture of contentment. Annie almost tells him, then, the thing she’s been wanting to tell him all day. It’s on the tip of her tongue, and then Adrian moves in his sleep, turning onto his side, and she lets it go, not wanting to interrupt the moment.

When they finally return home they’re sundrenched and happy. Adrian can barely keep his eyes open during dinner, though he puts up a strong fight and tries to insist on a second slice of cake for dessert. They put him to bed and Annie lingers there, running her hand over his hair, her heart full as she watches him dream. His dreams are always nice, spared from the nightmares that come for his parents. She envies him a little, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finnick is already working on the dishes when she comes back into the kitchen and she picks up a towel to dry them, falling into the easy routine they have from years together. They don’t need to speak, the quiet between them a comfortable place to stay, and she stifles a yawn as the last dish gets put away. Finnick raises a teasing eyebrow and steps closer to her, his hands coming to her waist as he leans her carefully against the counter. “Tired?” he asks, his lips brushing her forehead.

She runs her hands up his chest and links them around his neck, tilting her head to catch his lips in a kiss. “Happy birthday,” she whispers when they break apart, giggling when he ducks his head to kiss her neck, his salt-streaked hair tickling her skin. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs into her skin, dropping a kiss to her shoulder before pulling back to look at her. “It was a good day.” 

She nods, tangling her fingers in the curls that gather on his neck. “It was.” 

His lips meet hers again, lazy and unhurried, reminding her they have all the time in the world. She sighs and pulls away, linking their fingers together and leading him down the hall to their bedroom, the thing she needs to tell him coming to the forefront of her mind. He follows her easily, his hands coming around her waist and pulling her close to him as soon as the door is closed behind him. 

“My sweater looks good on you,” he murmurs, his hands slipping underneath the fabric, hot against her bare skin as he lays her back on the bed.

“Wait,” Annie says, a little breathless as Finnick’s lips travel down her neck. She tangles her hands in his hair to slow his movement. “I have one more present for you.” He lets out a playful growl and nips at her skin before backing away to give her space to move. She forces herself to get up and digs in the drawer where she’d hidden his last gift, holding it behind her back as she moves back to stand beside the bed. Finnick sits up and pulls her closer so he’s looking up at her, his face flushed and eyes sparkling as he waits.

“It’s…” Annie bites her lip, suddenly overwhelmed. Wordlessly, she moves her hands from behind her back, holding them in front of Finnick for him to see.

“A pair of Adrian’s baby shoes?” he guesses with confused amusement.

Annie smiles wider, her cheeks burning as she waits for him to catch on. “They won’t be his anymore.”

Finnick is still looking at her and she watches the pieces fall together, his face moving from confusion, to disbelief, to cautious joy. “You’re–?” Annie nods, a delighted laugh bubbling out of her throat as he pulls her into his lap and starts pressing kisses all over her face. “We’re having another baby?”

“We’re having another baby,” she confirms, happy tears spilling from her eyes as she pulls back to look at him, cradling his face in her hands.

His smile lights up the entire room, beautiful and unguarded, his eyes crinkling at the corner as he leans in to kiss her again, his hands slipping around her back and pulling her back onto the bed with him. “I love you,” he murmurs into her lips, “so much.”

“I love you,” she breathes, her hands running over his skin. That feeling of too much starts to surface again and she pushes it away, leaning into the joy coursing through her instead. This life is real. She has her husband, her son, their new baby on the way. They get to live here in this house, to bake blueberry cake and spend the day lounging on the beach, no schedules or expectations to answer to. It’s simple and beautiful and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[abarbaricyalp]

SPOILERS (and reactions) FOR 142

1) I'm glad to see the alliterative naming convention for episodes seems to still be going strong. That out of the way:

AHHHHHHH NIK WHAT IS HAPPENING???

(Well now we know why there aren't as many asides 😬)

Russell!!!! The new grounds keeper 🥹🥹🥹🥹 (assumedly because Walt saved him once and he can save others too? I will explode)

Venus!!!!! (The audio processing disorder stays winning. One more way Venus and Venom are the same to me. I gotta go put on subtitles)

RIOT WAS DEAD AND GONE?!?!?!

(I know this could be assumptions on Valerie's part etc etc but those words!!!! Noooooo)

THE OLD SCOUT POST???????

14 years! An answer now! (Did I say 10-15 years or what)

That is so long!!! I have so many theories (I'm still sitting chiefly among Proximity To The Heart Time Distortion but now I'm worried)

Not-daughter?!?! After all of the angst from season 3???? You reject her now?

It's so wild that Valerie is incapable of doing the painful parts of parenthood. When Clem was fawning and new, she was Val's favorite and Riot was the trouble maker she couldn't connect with. Now that Riot is not actually around and Clem has her own personality and traumas, Val is pushing her away/ not fighting to stay connected.

Ahhh not a known character. Abraham Walker. (We haven't met them yet right?)

Buck would've cracked this before lunch?? !!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I'm so proud

And he's gone but not dead 🤞🤞🤞 I wonder why he left though

Does the concept of copy cat killers not exist in the future? I know it CAN be a ghost/ revenant/ other Black Rain magic but it doesn't HAVE TO BE.

Arnold 😬😬😬😬 buddy I'm so sorry. 14 years?!?! But he seems so much more confident and grown now!

Now why is it so painful to imagine Scout Post badges being removed (by someone else, not just to reuse the jacket)

BIG MIKEY!!!!

Rebirth: was the heart not just a heart? It was an egg of sorts too? A cocoon?

Someone with access to the bonus stories, tell me if the story structure is different too. The titles all being "File # Name" make me think it's definitely related to whoever is holding Nik. They're watching Scout City/ the characters as well.

Marlomar has always kind of irritated me but I'm especially suspicious now. Why does it sound like he's blaming Nik for something?

Also very interested to see how the end pieces with Marlomar fit in with the beginning pieces where Nik is clearly being held/ hunted. Are the Marlomar pieces from the s3 narrative? Is Nik's consciousness being teased with? I'm still saying, this 14 year gap is too long for Nik to react to Marlomar from the end of s3.

Crack theory for the season: the froglins are copy catting the Instrumentalist to take control of the Hallowoods

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

SCREAMS

WELCOME BACK

I’VE HAD A WEEEK OF THINKING ABOTU EP 4 NONSTOP AND THE ONLY REASON I’M NOT POSTING ART IS BECAUSE I’M PARANOID ABOUT PEOPLE UNTHINKINGLY SLAPPING SPOILERS IN THE TAGS (its happened before) BUT DADSY HAS MY ENTIRE SOUL ANYWAY

ITS EP 5 TIME AND HECK HECK

MONKIE KID SEASON 4 EPISODE FIVE WE HALFWAY THROUGH BOOOOIIIIIIS

BUCKLE UP I AM NORMAL ALREADY FOLKS

actually to be honest I’ve been pretty chillin until I doodled Pigsy and Mk and now I’m feeling feral THIS SHOW REALLY IS SO GOOD FOR MY BRAIN YELLSSS

OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO COURT OF THE YELLOW ROBED DEMON HECK SOUNDS FUN LETS BOOGIE

continues to be a banger theme song that i will listen to all the way through every time it plays thank you very much

. . .

i need a moment

lays down

Pigsy absolute beloved ;-;

ALSO I’M KINDA WHEEZING AT THE BLUE ISN’T REALLY MY COLOUR

HECK I DIDNT’ APPRECCIATE EP 4 ENOUGH SO YOU BEST BELIEVE I’MA BE CHERISHIGN THE CRAP OUTTA EPISODE FIVE

I’M JUST SO HAPPY PLS BGSL;DKFMSDF

Pigsy washing his clothes in the river, Mk doodling i adore I’m so much and MEI BELOVED BALANCING SWORD ON HER NOSE I’M

THE VIBES ARE SO GOOD I WILL CRY

i had to rewind because i just sat here watching and just ;-; SUCH GOOD VIBES MAN |;A;/

ALSO HECK DIOLOGUE

HECKINGDSFLKMSD

PIGSY CALLING OTHER PIGSY A MONSTER

HMHMHM JOTTING THAT DOWN UR HONOUR

NGL BUT THAT VALIDATES MY OWN LITTLE SELF-INDULGENT FIC I WROTE A WHILE BACK OF TIME TRAVEL AND HIM DISLIKING PAST HIM SORRY I’M JUST GRRGRRRAWRRR BITES /POS

IS PIGSY HAVING TROUBLE ACCEPTING THAT WAS A PAST LIFE?

HECK I’M BITESBITESBITES

THE LAST EP KINDA FELT CONFUSING WHERE TANGS FELT VERY THUROUGH IN WHAT THE BIGGEST REGRET THING WAS BUT

AFTER LITERALLY JUST THAT LINE I’M LIKE OH SO HIS GREATEST REGRET WAS JUST BEING WHO HE WAS HUH FR

I’M LIKE THIRTY SECONDS IN AND ALREADY NORMALGBS;LDFKMA

Tang with the name correction ;-;

PIGSYGBSDFLMWE

DON’T GO COMPARING ME TO THAT DEMON

I’M JUST PLAIN OL PIGSY

|;A;/

I’M FINE IGNORE ME

Pigsy ur so valid for wanting layers on hHNV;LKSMFSD But my good sir no need to apologize for being a hunk smhBG;LSKDFM;WOEF

Mei

Mei absolute beloved

a

s SCREAMS

DRAGON TIME

WE GONNA SEE HIIIMMMMMMM

considering i had so much brainrot about Wukong and Ao Lie brother moments after season 3 if we see him and we get any of his care for his bro i will be emotionally destroyed /pos LIKE I BEEN THINKING ABOUT THEM SM I TELL YOU AAAAAAAA

Mei: oh he must’ve been awesome

you’re right mei he was

just didn’t get much… screen time. book time? time BG;KSADFKMSDF

I WONDER HOW THEY’LL CHRACTERIZE HIM

HECK

AAAAAAA

SO MANY OPTIONS

i am very normal if we see him i’ll cry

Mei’s got some seriously good balance now

MY ANCENSTORGSLDFKMAGNMAWE

.

Okay i wanna laugh over Mei’s I THOUGHT MONKEY KIGN WIAS YOUR DAD! HE’S NOT MY DAD!!!!

I WAS GONNA LAUGH BUT U H

THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THIS HAS BEEN MENTIONED

MK IS LITERALLY DRAWING A STONE EGG

THE PEBBLE CRACKING IN HIS FLASHBACK

BUDDIES OF MINE SUDDENLY ON THE MK AND WUKONG SIBLING TRAIN

head in hands

so this confirms the theory that smacked me in the face last week this is fine

Mk fr probably a pebble from swk’s rock or something i don’t know TOO MANY FINGERS POINTING IN TAT DIRECTION I DONT’ KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT FEEL FREE TO PROVE ME WRONG UNIVERSE I WOULD GLADLY ACCEPT IT

AM I AFRAID TO LEARN ABOUT MK’S BACKSTORY NOW?

YEAH A LITTLE BIT

EVERYHTING IS FINE

TIS IS FINE

A

AH

PLS

SCREAMS

HE SAID IT

SHAKES YOU

GUYS HE SAID IT I’MGNSDFLK;MASDF

THE POINT

AND

PIGSY’S MY DAD

PIGSY SWEATINGBDL;KMASD

PLEASENG;LKSAMF

UR HONOUR

UR HONOUR PLEASE

THIS IS MY SEASON

THIS IS MY SEASON

HECKING

GETTING EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WANT SHUT UUUUPPPPBGS;DFKLMAW;EOIMFE

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

HIS BLEP AND CONTINUES COLOURING

Y’ALL MK MY BELOVED I ADORE THIS DUDE SM

PIGSY BLINDSIDED BY BEING CALLED DAD SO BLATANTLY I’M ON THE FLOOR

MK REALLY JUST

LETS CUT THE CRAP THAT’S MY DAD EVERUYBODY ELSE CAN GO I’MGBSD;FKMASDF

Guys I think i found my favourite episode

no lie this is

everything to me rn

PLEASE

A CONSPIRICY BOARDBG;SLKDMFWE

TANG’S DOODLES

SANDY STILL OFF SCREENGBSD;FKM;WOEF

CAN MEI BECOME A HORSENGKLMFD

GOOD QUESTION ACTUALLY

HECK HECK I FEEL LIKE THIS IS MOVING TO FAST I WANT TO GO BACK AND REWATCH THE WHOLE MONKEY KINGS NOT MY DAD PIGSYS MY DAD UH KID I’M NOT TECNICALLY-

HEKCKMGNDSFMSD

YEAH

I CAN’T BELIEVE

THEY’RE THEORIZING ON SCREEN

ABOTU WHETHER OR NOT MK’S RELATED TO MONKEY KING

I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL I FEEL LIKE I’M SCROLLING THORUGH THE FANDOM TAGBGBSDL;KFMSDF

I WILL CRY

HECK THIS IS SO FUNNY SEEING IT ALL SLAPPED OUT LIKE THAT I’VE LITERALLY THOUGHT THAT ALL IN THAT ORDER WE’VE MADE SO MANY THEORIES LIKE THIS I’M WHEEZINGNSDFL;KMSDF

BELOVED MONKEY KING

REAL SWK CONFIRMED

I’M GONNA SCREAM

THEY LEGIT DOING THIS??

FR???

I CAN’T BELEIVE THISGBSD;FKLMOEWF

SO

MK

RELATED TO MONKEY KING SOMEHOW CONFIRMED IG

ALL THAT

PLS

HE’S AT LEAST A STONE MONKEY

I DON’T KNOW HOW THAT WOULD WORK I LIKE MONKEY KING BEING ONE OF A KIND AND ALL THAT NOT SURE ABOUT THAT APPROACH BUT HECK IT WE BALL IG

ALSO PLEASELMGSAOFE

MK JUST LIKE NOOOO NONONONONOOO NO THANK YOU THAT’S CRAAAAZY

ah yess because he’s normally sooooo forthcoming with information

HELPGSDLKF

YEAH

SHE GOT A POINT LAD

SHE DO BE GOT A POINT

poor mk not looking very stoked at this possibility

CURIOUS YOU’D THINK HE’D BE ECSTATIC BUT IG TRUAMA DOES A LOT BGSDL;FKMS

MK COMUNICATING LEGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WELL WHEN WE FIND HIM WE CAN ASK HIM! :D

PLS I JUST LOV EHIM A LOT GUYS

PIGSYGBSD;LKFMWE

PIGSY YOU’VE BEEN HERE FIVE SECONDS WHY ARE YOU ANNOYEDNLGKMMFEEF

I’m telling you now! :D

PLS IT TAKES A SECOND TO FIGURE THESE THINGS OUT

H

HECK

SCREAMS

HECK WAIT

I’M NOT READY

THIS IS SO EARLY IN THE EPISODE WDYM

USUALLY THEY WAIT TILL CLSOER TO THE END TO LULL YOU INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY

WE’RE ONLY TWO MINUTES IN

HELP WAITBG;LSDKMF

also welp ig mk really is stone monkey HOW DOES THAT WORK I DON’T KNOW I’M IN PIECES GO BACKGNS;LKFMWE

i DON’T KNOW IF THAT’S MONKEY KINGS ROCK MK I THINK IT’S YOURS

ALSO UM WHAT THE HECKNVG;LKSDMFBGN;AKFMA;WOEF

MK VERY EAGER TO HAVE MONKEY KING EXPLAIN TO EVERYONE HE’S DEFINITELY NOT HIS DADGBSDF;LKM;SDF

th

heck

okay

so

so

soooo

that sounded

less like monkey kings voice there

and more like

ahem Mk’s

SO WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

SCREAMS AND SHAKES YOU ALL

I SWEAR IF HE’S A CLONE

OR HECKING

SOMETHING ID ONT’ KNOW

HE HECKING BETTER NOT BE DEAD

IT BETTER NOT BE MONKEY KING ISNT’ ACTUALLY MONKEY KING AND MK’S HIS REINCARNATION AND MONKEY KING IS ACTUALLY JUST A CLONE LEFT BEHIND TO COACH HIS NEXT LIFE THAT STUPID THING I MADE UP I SWEAR I WILL BE CRUSHED PLEASE DONT’ BE THATBG;SDLKFMAWOE I MADE THAT UP FOR ANGST PURPOSES NOT FOR IT TO BE A HTEORY FOR CANON

i am full of fear

HECK THOSE ARE GIANT EYES

SCROLL CURSE

UP

OH NO THEY LOST THE CHEAT SHEET

CHEAT SHEET WAIT THAT’S SO FUNNYGHSBDFLK;MWEF

OH HECK

HECKK

ECK HECK JGSDJLFSJD

MEI

WATCH IT

OH SHE’S FAST NOW

OH RIP

WELP

I DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING

SO WE’RE GONNA GET A MEI ARC IN THIS ONE AGAIN HUH

BREAK THE SWORD DISSAPOINTED FAMILY OR SOMETHIGN GOTTA RE-PROVE HERSELF OR SOMETHIGN HECKINGNFDL;KMWE

THAT’S SUCH PRETTY ANIMATION THO HECK EHCK

WE’RE ONLY 2:50 IN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS SCREAMS

.

THEY BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN ALL BUBBLED TO DIFFERENT PLACES I SWEAR

oh no yup separated

I’M SO SORRY MEI ILY

OH RIP

WELP

YUP EVERYBODY SEPERATED

AWESOME

.

HELPGML;SDFM

CONGRATS TANG LOOOKS ILKE YOU’RE IN THE KINGDOM OF WOMEN

GL WITH THAT

WIAT HELPGNSAOWE

HE FR JUST SCREAMS AND BUBBLES AWAY

HELPGMSLDF

I WAS EXPECTING HIM TO BE THERE LONGER HELPGNSDLFKMSDF

peak comedy there well done lets scream and run away from that chapter so true bG;LKAWEMFAEWFNAWFE

.

Mei.

Mei you

Mei you literally have the fire of Samadhi

you have the Samadhi fire

you don’t need a swordnGL;KMAWFE

OKAY THO MEI EP OR SOEMTHING IG

SHE’S GONNA GO ON A JOURNY OF SELF-DISCOVERY IG

ALSO WHERE THE HECK DID MK GO

WE SAW EVERYBODY ELSE

WER’ES MY BOOOIIIII

OH I HATE HIM

IMMEMDEATLEY

WHO’S THIS CLOWN

FIESTY

EAT MY FIST

WHY IS HE

TALKINGNSDFL;KMWE

KILL  HIM

SUS OLD MAN

OH RIGHT YEAH YOU’RE THIS GUY

OH HE’S A VIBE ACTUALLY

LONG HAIR VIBIN

.

YOU BETTER NOT HTINK MEI IS YOU’RE HEKCING WHATEVER

OR MAYBE YOU WANNA CONSUME HER

OKAY YEAH

FUN

I’LL BE SPICY ALRIGHT

OHH

OKAY CONCERN

BURN HIM ALIVE

COME ON W

oh

not gonna

eat her right away oka

ITS HIM

ITS HIM

ITS HIM HITSBSFBGANFABF;IOAWMEFAWMGFA;LFMAWOIEMFAF

SCREAMS

SCREAMS

ITS HIM

TIS HIM

SHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU ITS HIM

I KNOW IT IS

ITS HIM I TS HIM TBNSLKMGNEEM

ITS HIM

GREEN

GREEN

ITS HIM

SCREAMS IT HE

ITS HIM ITS MY MAAAN

ITS HE

SCREAMS

ITS AO LIE

SHUT I’M UP GONNA CRY ITS HIM RIGHT NOW HE

I’M HAVING A MOMENT HERE GUYS GIVE ME A SECOND I’M GONNA CRY

OH HE’S SO SCRUNGLY

OH HE’S SO

YES

OH THE LONG SLEEVES EXCUSE ME HE’S SO DELIGHTFUL

I IMMEDEATELY ADORE HIM

I am not normal

HE’S BEAUTIFUL

HIS LITTLE HEADTILT

I WILL SOB

HELPGMSDLFKMSDF

TANG JUST ZOOMIN

NOP NOPE NOPE NOPE

THE NEZHA MOMENT

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO MUCH FUN

HECK AO LIE IS SO SCRUNGGLY I WOULD DIE FOR HIM YA’LL

HE’S DRAWN SO NICE

HES’ BEAUTIFUL

MEI GETS TO HANG OUT WITH HER ANCESTOR

SHE’S EITHER GONNA BE ANNOYED BY HIM OR VIBE AND I’M GONNA CRY EITHER WAY

OH NOPPES OUT TANG ET MOVING

YUP NOPE

THAT’S THE WORNG DOOR VERY MUCH

OH HE’S LAUGHIGN AT HER

WHATS SO FUNNY GUY

I LOVE

I LOVE HIM

SISTER

PLS

I ADORE HIM

YOU DONT’ UNDERSTAND I’M IN LOVE WITH HIS DESIGN THE VOICE ACTOR IS SO GOOD

THE :3 FACE THEY’RE GIIVNG HIM

i am actually going to cry YOU GUSY HE’S SO SCRUNGLY

PLEASE

PLEASE HE’S EVERYHTING TO ME

I WANT TO GIVE HIM SNACKS

THE TRIP

PLEASE

HE’S JUST A GOOFY LITTLE GUY

truly this is the youngest sib during the journey truly tis him

i love how i’m just assuming this is Ao Lie when i actually have no proof its just the vibes via the story and the fact he’s beautiful and green and absolutely delightful I WOULD DIE FOR HIM YOU DON’T UNDERSTANDNGLSDMAGNWO;EFM

oh man we’re only halfway through this is gonna be a long post hG;KLSDFJSD

THIS GUY

YUP MILDLY ANNOYED

I LOVE HIM

OH

OH BUDDY NO

BUD

BELOVED

I’M ABOUT TO CRY

BRUH REALLY

JUST VIBIN

WAITING FOR HIS PWOERS TO BE SNATCHED

AND MEI JUST OUTRAGED BY THAT

YEAH

I’M

HECK

HECK GUYS THAT’S HER ANCESTOR I’M GOING TO BURST INTO TEARS THIS IS A THREAT

INACTION IS CARELESS

IN

INTERSTING

MADAM

MEI NOT ALL OF THAT IS CORRECT

OH LETS GO I HOPE THIS IS A BOTH LEARN SOMETHING FROM EACH OTHER ARC I WILL CRY

MEI HECKA PASSIONATE ABOUT HER FRIENDS

HELPGMSDFLMADF

DO NOT SENSE

PLEASE

PLEASE HANG ON THIS IS MOVING SO FAST

THEY WENT FROM LIKE

HI HI

*INTENSE PHYSCOLOGICAL DISCUSSION*

THEY JUST MET PLEASENG;LKMSDFE

IS IT GONNA BE LIKE

GET OUT AND THEN SURPRISE! I’M AO LIE!

ANYWAY IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU BYEEEE

PLS

A SWORD IS POWERLESS WITHOUT THE HAND THAT WEILDS IT

I ADORED IT

MY DUDE WHO IS PROBABLY AO LIE no its’ definitely Ao Lie AO LIE BELOVED I LOVED IT ITS A GREAT BIT OF WISDOM

THEIR LITTLE BANTER IS SO FUNNY PLEASE

MEI’S READY TO BITE HIM HE’S JUST SILLY GOOFY MAN

THEY BOTH GOT GOOD POINTS

man family dinner must be fun if his sister’s anything like Mei bGALK;SMDFAOWEF MAN I LOVE THEM

TANG REALLY GOING THROUGH IT

M

MO??????

MO??????

MO IS THAT YOU???

HECK???

WHERE’D YOU COME FROM???

WHY AREN’T YOU WITH SANDY??

i mean sandy’s probably not sandy rn but MO????

OH HECK

HELLO

AH

LOUDLY

DECLARING THAT HUH

WHATS GOING ON OVER THERE

Y’know hang on before we listen to Wukong’s bros trash talk him i wanna think about the fact that Wukong and Ao Lie probably get along great because they’re so alike

they’re just silly goofy Ao Lie probably reminds Wukong of himself back when he was just goofing off pls

OH??

OH MACAQUE’S THERE LISTENIGN TO THEM TRASH TALK HIS BELOVED FRIEND?? YEAH?? OH I’M INVESTED LETS FREAKING GO

unpredictable sure is a word for WukongnGL;KMEAFWE

CHARERISTICALLY QUIET PLSNG;LSDKMF

oh wow hey

New VA nailing it actually

deeper sounding

more gruff hang on i need a sec

lays down

heck

okay

okay we’re good

lets see if Azure’s vibes continue to be rancid or he says something to bring it back

also my goodness what a good thing to slap in there, Monkey king gone for years at a time sure does make it sketchy i’m biting this

OH HE’S IN THE BIG OL KING SEAT UH

TANG RECIGNIZING HIM FROM THE DOODLE

PLS THAT’S SO SILLY /POS

NO YEAH ME TOO DUDE

HE’S HECKA SUS

HIS VIBES CONTINUE TO BE RANCID

also heck i’m curious as to what they’re gonna do with this

like if Mac goes along with those three and then it’s actually the other way around not Wukong betraying them but them betraying him that’d be WILD considering we’re all so sure its something Wukong did but heck maybe Azure really does do something heck heck

OKAY BACK TO THE FAMBLY

and the excellently designed dude i immediately hated

he and Ao Lie are on opposite sides of the scale for me pleasemKLGASDF Cool design I IMMEDEATELY HATE HIM and COOL DESIGN I ADORE HIM

Whats up greasy ole face weirdo

oh

OH BELOVED

BEAUTY FIRST

DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT

DID HE JUST SAY BEAUTY FIRST OR AM I JUST IN LOVE WITH THE DESIGNGNSDLFKMABGOWEMF

I’M GONNA ASSUEM THAT’S WHAT HE SAID AND CRY OVER THE FACT AO LIE IS PRETTY WE BEEN KNEW

OH MAN MEI’S GREAT

YEAAAHHHHH

SCREAMS

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

is the the DANG DRAGON MOMENT U SEEM MORE FAMILAR ARE WE RELATED MOMENT OR GNSLDK;MFAOWEIM

AAAA

SEH’S SO GOOD I LOVE HER A LOT

GET EM MEI

OH

AYO

MADE HERSELF A SWORD

LETS FREAKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

SHE’S SO GOOD

I LOVE HER

WHITE HORSE DRAGON

HEAR THAT AO LIE??

HEAR THAT???

Its okay i’m fine i’m just losing it

GET EM GURRRLL

SHE’S SO

FREAKING POWERFUL

OH WOW THE DRAMATIC

HAIR SWOOSHY

I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS THE RIGHT DAY TO BE CARELESS

OH

OH FREAKING

HECK

WOW

HE’S

OH WOW

AW

I LOVE

HIM

I LOVE IM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

ITS YOU

AO LIE LIKE EH??

VA GO BRRR

I KNEW YOU WERE COOL

OH REALLY YOU THINK SO? :D

HE’S SO SCRUNGGLY

OH THE COOLEST

PLEASE

I WANT MORE OF HIM

I WANT MORE OF HIM SO BADLY

I BEG OF YOU

HE IS EVEYRTING TO ME I GOT CHILLS

HECK

HECK

OH

OH

OH MAN

MAN

AMV TIME HERE I COME THIS SEASON IS SO FREAKING GOOD I’M LOSING IT

I’M GONNA MAKE SO MANY AMVS I SSWEAR

I’M GONNA WATCH THIS EP ON LOOP

AO LIE IS EVERYTHING

I WANT HIM BACK

PLEASE

AAAAAAAAAA

|;A;/

SCREEAAAMMSSS

OKAY

OKAY

MK

OH MY BOY  ARE YOU ALRIGHT?

HECK HE WAS STRAIGHT UP KNOCKED OUT UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE

GO BACK WHERE’S PIGSY HECK HECK HECK

I WANT MORE DADSY CONTENT WAAAAIT

OHBOY

WHERE ARE THEY

W

OH PUTI

OH

OH

OH

OH ARE WE

WHERE

HECK

HANG ON

SHOOT

HE IS NOT REPLACING SWK IN THIS

I SWEAR

I WILL LOSE MY GOSH DANG MIND IF THEY DO THAT

SWK IS TOO IMPORTANT TO ME DON’T DO THIS TO ME

HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK

SCREAMS

OKAY

OKAY SO MK IS IN

MONKEY KINGS PLACE

HECK

SO CONFIMRED MK STONE MONKEY AT LEAST, LITERLALY SWK’S SON OR SIBLING AT MOST OR LITERALLY SWK, AO LIE IS MY MOST FAVOURITE EVER I WANT HIM AND SWK BEING GOOFY TOGETHER RIGHT FREAKING NOW, ZHU BAJIE’S GREATEST REGRET MIGHT JSUT BE HIM BEING HISMELF, LBD LOOKED RIGHT AT TANG, MEI CAN MAKE HER OWN NEW SWORD NOW, MK MIGHT BE REPLACING MONKEY KING, AZURE’S VIBES CONTINUE TO BE RANCID, THE NEW VA FOR MAC IS DOING A REALLY GOOD JOB OF SOUNDING CLOSE THE TO THE OG (nothing but appreciation for this guy thank you big shoes to fill) AND THEY’RE ALL SEPERATED, TANG FOUND MEI THO, AO LIE WAS READY TO GIVE UP HIS OWN POWERS, THEY CLASHED BOTH HAD GOOD POINTS, TANG BOOKED IT OUT OF THE KINGDOM OF WOMEN, MK DIDN’T KEEP HIS FRIENDS IN THE DARK ABOTU HIS VISIONS FOR LONGER THAN LIKE TWO EPISODES AND IS COMMUNCIATING, SEEMS TO HAVE A PROBLEM THINKING ABOUT SWK AS HIS DAD, PIGSY GOT CALLED DAD PIGSY’S MY DAD, AH HECK HECK THIS EPISODE HAD SO FREAKING MUCH THEY FOUND MO, HOLDS HIM GETNLY, MACAQUEEEEEE AAAAAAAAA I LOVE ALL THESE GUYS SO MUCH

SHUT UP I THINK THIS IS MY FAVOURITE EPISODE NOBODY TOUCH ME I GOT EVERYTHING BUT WUKONG AND I’M ON A HIGH

KNOX OUT I GOTTA GO RUN INTO SOME SNOW

[spaceprincessem]

‘tis the damn season | 7.5k buddie fic | ao3 link

Eddie asks Buck to be his date to the Holiday Fireman’s Ball. It goes so much better than he could have imagined. 

xmas gift for my bestie @justlovehimanyway

It’s too early for this.

Eddie rubs at his temples, the pre-caffeine headache setting in as the sound of the coffee machine rumbles quietly in the kitchen. It’s nearly six in the morning and the loft is mostly empty. There’s a few people on the couch watching the morning news and a few less milling about the bay finishing off some chores from last night. Eddie is seated at the table, pointedly ignoring Chim’s insistent stare from the kitchen where he’s cracking eggs into a bowl for Bobby to make French toast. Hen and Buck are still asleep in the bunkroom, unsurprisingly considering they took the brunt of the last call the hardest. Eddie remembers re-adjusting Buck’s covers just before he slipped out, half of the blanket on the floor where Buck must have thrown it off in fitful sleep.

“So,” Chimney draws out the o as he leans forward, wiping his hands on the towel thrown over his shoulder.

“So.” Eddie responds childishly, leveling Chimney with an unimpressed stare.

“There’s no one at all you want to take to the Fireman’s Holiday Ball?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, a slight smirk pulling up in the corner of his mouth.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie mutters, willing the coffee machine to be finished sooner. “Is taking a date a requirement or…?”

“No,” Bobby comes to his rescue, smiling, “it’s not.”

“It’s not,” Chimney adds, still smirking, “but—”

“Chim, please,” Eddie practically begs, “at least let me get one cup of coffee in before you harass me about my prospective date options.”

“So you have thought about asking someone.” Chimney grins victoriously.

Eddie wants to smash his face into the table. 

The thing is. 

Chimney isn’t wrong. 

It’s all Eddie’s been thinking about the past few weeks since Bobby announced they were invited to Los Angeles’ Fireman Holiday Ball as a thank you from the city for all the hard work they’ve done this year. There’s only one person that he wants to ask. The one person that nestled into all the cracks and crevices of Eddie’s heart. Has held it in their hands —  carefully, delicately — for years now. He’s buried it deep within his marrow. Too terrified to look at it head on because there was never a right time. He selfishly, greedily stole a glimpse of it when a bullet ripped through his shoulder and his vision tunneled on the only thing he’s ever wanted, his hand reaching out…

Never the right time, but all of the sudden Eddie was out of time.

And then he’s graciously given a second (third, fourth? he’s lost count) chance. Except then he’s confronted with the Ana and Taylor of it all. So Eddie swallowed it down again and again and again. But now. Now. Now there’s nothing, but space. Endless, endless space that forces Eddie to look and look and look. He can’t turn away from it. Can’t go back to letting it slip out on the nights when he’s feeling brave or maybe just lonely. Or both. 

And maybe, just maybe, Buck wants it too. 

Eddie thinks of the well. Of Buck clawing at the mud like he could dig Eddie out with his bare hands. The piece of paper sitting in a safe that legally ties Buck to him and Christopher. He thinks of Buck crawling underneath a firetruck to save him. Pressing his hand onto Eddie’s bleeding wound like it’s the only thing keeping them both alive (it was). He thinks about Buck running without hesitation when Christopher called and breaking down Eddie’s door to get to him. How he stuck by Eddie’s side and showed him that at the end of the day what they do matters. 

That Eddie matters. 

So, yeah, Eddie’s thought about asking Buck to be his date for the Holiday Ball. Because Eddie is finally ready to choose Buck. To be all in forever (god willing). It’s just so much fucking easier to think about than actually do. And Eddie is not a coward, but this is the rest of his life he’s talking about here. Buck is it for him. 

read the rest on ao3

will also tag @shortsighted-owl @ajunerose @elvensorceress @scifiromance7 @mumucow @colonoscopys

hopefully i got everyone that wanted to be tagged?

[amalia-uwu]

☁️Clouds☁️

A oneshot based on Skerbbie's @skerbbie First & Seconds!

Thank you for giving us this fic! You have no idea how happy your writing makes me!!! Here is a small gift for you!! 💕 😘

Warnings: light angst, hurt comfort

I DON'T OWN!: Undertale, Horrortale, Farmtale, the fanfiction : Firsts & Seconds written by Skerbbie! @skerbbie

The rights go to the respective owners!

Cover : Photo by James Wheeler from Pexels

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale -> Farmer/Oira Sans belongs to 귀농테일 on twitter

First & Seconds written by Skerbbie @skerbbie

More notes!

Horror Sans nickname is Axe Pronouns He/Him, They/them Farmer sans nickname is Sticks. I call him that or just Sans! Pronouns He/him

-> Axe can speak but remains silent most of the times. For the needs of this story!

Excuse my errors, English isn't my first language! 💕

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Photo below by Simon Berger from Pexels:

The sun slowly rose  from behind the mountain. Slowly illuminating the sky and their humble home with it's orangish rays.

Sans pulled the curtains. He sat down on his chair watching the sunrise while sipping his coffee.

He always loved the sunrise, sunset, stars, flowers. Yeah... Well he loves nature in general.

He sat there for a while enjoying the soft sound of wind and the chirping of the morning birds.

It was a beautiful day outside. An idea crossed his mind. Their guest could move around quite easily.

He decided that it will be a good time to go outside. It will do him good to change a scenery. He smiled at himself.

He got up and took a basket and a checkered tablecloth  (red and white in colors).

He hummed as he added fruits, sandwiches, water, juice, coffee, cake, biscuits and some more goodies. He prepared it nicely and put it in the side.

Papyrus was in town. He will come back in two days. Mkst chores were done so he could enjoy today with something different.

Soon he heard the floor creaking softly. He turned his head and looked at his guest.

"Hey buddy slept well?" he asked grinning softly.

They  rubbed their eyes but managed to smile and nod sleepily.

"Have a sit, I'll cook something" Sticks offered

He obeyed, sat down and waited patiently.

Sticks, as he was cracking the eggs and cooking the bacon said "You know? I was thinking maybe we could go outside, it's a beautiful day outside. It will do some good to you, change of scenery... What do you think bud?" he looked over his shoulder.

Axe smiled softly and nodded. Sticks smile widen.

They sat down and ate some breakfast.

After that they changed their clothes.

Axe put on a white shirt his blue jacket and black basket shorts.

Sticks put on a black flannel with green overalls and black shoes. He added his straw hat. In his left hand he held the basket.

He started chewing softly a wheat.

"Ready bud?" he asked. Axe nodded.

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They walked about 10 minutes, where there was a small hill with a  cherry tree and ahead a beautiful valley with trees river, lake and flowers.

What a beauty!

They sat under the tree enjoying the sounds of nature.

Axe was mesmerized by the beauty.  "You like it?" Sticks asked. Axe nodded his eye shining brighter than the sun.

Sticks could promise that he saw some tears building in the corners of Axe's eyes. He said nothing. He unfolded the tablecloth.

They looked at the clouds that were carried away softly by the wind. Axe looked at the clouds but mostly at Sans's hands and him (Sticks/Sans).

Sticks had on hand/ arm behind his neck. Resting his head.

"Hey look buddy this one looks like a dog" he spoke cheerfully,

"this one looks like a cat". Axe was listening carefully.

"This one looks like -"

Sticks stopped for a moment..

The clouds

Brought back some memories that made his eyes tear up.

He remembered how he loved watching the clouds with his brother and grandpa.

His eyes would sparkle and his grandpa will pat his head lovingly.

Yet there he was now. He didn't realize his face was bathed in tears until he felt soft hands caressing his face.

He also felt his body being pressed against another body. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening.

He didn't push away. He smiled and cried at the same time "Sorry bud, i didn't mean to cry" he apologized.

Axe held him slightly tighter "It's okay" he spoke softly.

It took some minutes for Sticks to recollect himself. When Axe felt it was okay, he gently let go. He spoke "Look Sticks, this one looks like a dragon and that over there like a.. Heh like a heart"

Sticks smiled softly "hehaha *sniff* you are right! And Uhm.. T-Thanks buddy.." he said wiping away his tears with his sleeve.

Axe took the juices and apples he offered one to Sticks. They ate it while watching the scenery and clouds.

They kept pointing at the sky finding different patterns and figures in the clouds.

It seems that at some point Sticks got comfortable and took a nap.  Axe inspected him, «Boy he is cute!» he thought.

He curled up next to him making sure that Sticks is comfortable.

Both enjoying a peaceful nap. In the warmth of the sun, the soft breeze and soft shadow of the clouds that passed by in front of the sun. They were cuddling with a happy and a peaceful expression on their faces.

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Thank you for reading! 💙

[sunnysidesutch]

October 1, 2023- 2:36 pm

To Whom It May Concern,

October has arrived, and I have never been more terrified. I have always loved October- the way the leaves shift their shade and the air grows crisp. October has always been the perfect opportunity to embrace pumpkin spice and apple cider everything. However, almost 7 years ago, I let myself attempt to be the anchor for a family I would still die for to this day. I don't regret a thing, but it is terrifying to know that, this year, I will be celebrating a life that lives on beyond in solitude.

As much as I would love to let my words flood out of me like a broken dam, I am afraid that the release of the rapture will cause detrimental damage. Sometimes, no string of words sounds adequate enough to correspond with my emotions. However, it is October 1st, and I can already feel myself fighting for my life. So, I write.

I was driving home with someone who is very special to me. I was, mostly, silent- simply listening to his emotional rambling and his every other, "you know what I mean?"

Yes, I do know what you mean. I know what you mean, and then some.

Of course, we brought up Tyler. Everything always comes back to him, and I never mind. We talked about that night, but not in too much detail. Despite having everything unfold right before my eyes, I never did feel as though it was my place to mourn someone I wished I knew better. However, sentimentals and understandings came out of your mouth, and, for the first time, I felt truly acknowledged.

Despite my moment of weakness in sending him a SOS via the old facebook, you told me he knew how great my efforts were. You told me he loved me, and you knew that I loved him just as much as I love everyone else in that family. Reassurance I did not even realize I needed.

It was true, what you said. I did love him just as much as I loved everyone else. I did do everything I ever could for your brother, and it broke my heart knowing I was putting all my eggs in one basket, and I let Tyler slip through the cracks. Every so often, I think about that night and that day. It seems like a daily occurrence once October rolls around. It's as though I am living in the present, but the past flickers in front of my eyelids like a horrid film. If only Tyler came with us, like he was supposed to.

Watching a family lose a son, a brother, a grandson, a nephew, and a best friend is never easy. I will never forget going down in to that basement. I will never forget the way their mother fell to her knees in the driveway. I will never forget that I grabbed everything of my ex's that I could find before the cops searched the house. I will never forget going down to that police station or having hamburgers for dinner from McDonald's. I watched my ex mourn his bestest friend, and, despite not fancying them in the slightest, I sat next to him that night and shared hamburgers with him so he would eat.

October reminds me of a life that didn't get a chance to see how beautiful the other side of struggle was. This October also reminds me of a love that was so incredibly real and powerful- and how I no longer have that person I shared so much trauma with, and how he is spending it with someone else.

I will always want the best for the man who was supposed to be my forever, and I will always remember October as a month of great loss and strength. I would love nothing more than to sit curled under my blanket until the frosty chill of November arrived. However, the world keeps on spinning and the days don't stop for anyone. So, as long as this heart is still beating, I will hold my memories close, and I am going to live.

Here's to getting through October. And, Tyler, wherever you are, we miss you dearly, buddy.

xoxo

[prof-polaris]

<Video starts>

<The video starts shaky, and then steadies as the rotom phone filming is propped up against something. The video shows what looks to be an eevee egg, and a larvesta that is identifiable as Solaire is curled around it. Solaire nudges the egg slightly, and seems eager. The video is silent for a moment, and then a sigh is heard. The voice of Indigo speaks up "Ah sorry buddy, I thought it was hatching maybe, but I guess-". Indigo is cut off by the sound of cracking coming from the egg.>

<A shaky hand reaches over from offscreen to pet Solaire, and a chirping sound is heard briefly offscreen as the leafeon Maple walks over, nudging the top of the egg gently with her nose. The cracking sounds begin to increase, and a crack forms around the egg. After a bit of struggle, the head of an eevee shoves it's way through the cracks in the egg. It's head is damp and it's eyes are shut tightly. Indigo gasps softly from offscreen.> <Video ends>

It's a boy!!! He's a bit small, but he's newborn so that's to be expected. We're at the pokemon center right now getting him checked out.

If anyone would like to suggest any names for the baby boy, I don't really have anything in mind so I am taking suggestions haha.

[gatsby-system-folks]

I've got 4 recipes hereeeee

Are you telling me a mixed vegetables fried this rice

Get your vegetables. I used frozen vegetables like a loser but any vegetables oughtta work. Steamed broccoli would be good. Green beans, carrots, and corn was what I used and it slapped.

Make some rice (boil water, add about half as much rice with the understanding that rice grows, simmer for for 10-15 minutes or until it's about as soft as you want it LOOK AT ME: POKE IT WITH A SPOON DO NOT TOUCH THE BOILING RICE WITH YOUR FINGER, fluff and serve)

Butter a frying pan and heat it

Put the rice and veg in the frying pan and let them heat up for a short while. They'll sound pretty when it's ready.

Then crack in an egg.

And scramble it.

I always make my fried rice pretty soft cooked but you can get it crispy if so desired

Easy on the soy sauce. Use sesame seed oil too.

In total, including clean up and buffer time it takes about an hour, but it could take longer or shorter depending on how fast you cook.

Boujee botato burrito

This one's stupid

But it tastes GOOD

Prepare some steak fries however you like to prepare stake fries. I deep fry and my mama bakes them. Air fryer, pan fried, cooked over an open flame idc.

Get a tortilla. Not a tiny one either, we're working with steak fries here.

Here me out. I know this is stupid but AMERICAN CHEESE is actually best in this case. It's got a good texture. And juuuust enough flavor to compliment and give the burrito a little grounding without becoming a main aspect of the dish.

So put your tortilla on your Large Heating Surface Of Choice, I use a grill but whatevers big enough, a frying pan would work, and toast it and melt the cheese a little.

Then put on your fries.

Then, and I need a citation for this because I do not know the exact combination of herbs but use Cajun seasoning. Look up badia cajun seasoning and use that. Or season to taste, you want a slightly sweet and spicy blend, kinda like the seasoning on a barbecue chip but more Green and Yellow

Then top it with romaine lettuce and wrap it.

Or other lettuce or maybe spinach, but you don't want to overload the flavor.

This one takes much less time, the longest part is cooking the fries, I'd say about 20 minutes total, even with clean up.

It tastes.. in the same ballpark as a gyro. Not the same at all, but like if a gyro had a cousin from Weeki Wochi Springs (and... that's pretty accurate actually. As someone who is intimately familiar with the Really Sweaty parts of florida and is reasonably familiar with our next door flood buddy (louisianna) and the food from both places. Look if you've ever been to Natchitoches, LA and try food from there you'll know what I mean)

Thor's comfort food

That's a fucking stupid name sorry

It's soup. So we're clear.

This is borderline stew, and is something to make to feed you for several days, it's very hearty.

And this is a leftover soup! But it doesn't have to be you can make it fresh if you want to.

But chop up some fries and chicken (I used leftover steak fries and chicken tenders, which have a story behind them but not for here, I'm not that southern)

Put them in a deep pot with some butter to start getting them warm. The chicken needs to be all the way cooked beforehand, this is where the leftover part comes in handy. The steak fries less so but yk

When they're warm and popping a little, add a can of cream of chicken soup, milk, cheddar and mozzarella cheese, SALT, chili seasoning, a shake of Tony chachere's, (that's pronounced SaShaRay's if you wanna ask for it at a grocery store), and a dash of honey mustard.

Let it warm and mingle on high heat until it tastes super good.

Put aside and make some rice (sea above). Yellow or brown rice would be SO GOOD with this, especially yellow rice. I only had white on hand tho loll

Mix the rice into the soup, and heat it up again to serving temp.

I'd serve it with some nutty bread. Not pumpernickel or white bread. Rye would be good. Or even just some standard wheat bread. Maybe some cheddar biscuits or cornbread lol.

This one takes much longer just by nature, I'd give it an hour to an hour and a half, clean up included.

This one doesn't have a name right now lol

Goat cheese

Blueberries

Honey

Rosemary if you're a homestuck (or have good taste in herbs)

Put it in a (oven safe) bowl or even straight on some thick bread (foccacia would work well. That's fecasha if you've never seen the word written out. Horse divorce).

Put it in the oven, or better, a toaster oven (not a microwave)

Heat it until the berries and goat cheese get soft

Blend it all together

Serve..

It takes maybe 15mins

[dadjokestop]

Looking for some quick humor to lighten the mood? These short jokes to tell your friends to make them laugh are perfect for sharing during a break, at a gathering, or just whenever you need a good chuckle. Let’s dive into this collection of laugh-out-loud jokes that are sure to get your friends giggling! 1. Why don’t scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything! 2. What do you call cheese that isn't yours? Nacho cheese! 3. Why was the math book sad? Because it had too many problems! 4. What did the ocean say to the beach? Nothing, it just waved! 5. Why don’t skeletons fight each other? They don’t have the guts! 6. What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta! 7. Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field! 8. What did one wall say to the other wall? “I’ll meet you at the corner!” 9. Why can’t you give Elsa a balloon? Because she will let it go! 10. How does a penguin build its house? Igloos it together! 11. What do you call a bear with no teeth? A gummy bear! 12. Why did the bicycle fall over? Because it was two-tired! 13. What did the grape do when it got stepped on? Nothing, it just let out a little wine! 14. Why did the golfer bring two pairs of pants? In case he got a hole in one! 15. What’s orange and sounds like a parrot? A carrot! 16. Why don’t eggs tell jokes? Because they might crack up! 17. How do you organize a space party? You planet! 18. What do you get when you cross a snowman and a vampire? Frostbite! 19. Why did the computer go to the doctor? Because it had a virus! 20. What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh! 21. What did the janitor say when he jumped out of the closet? “Supplies!” 22. Why did the cookie go to the hospital? Because it felt crummy! 23. What’s a skeleton’s favorite instrument? The trom-bone! 24. What do you call an alligator in a vest? An investigator! 25. Why was the belt arrested? Because it was holding up a pair of pants! 26. How do you catch a squirrel? Climb a tree and act like a nut! 27. What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef! 28. What do you get when you cross a snowman and a dog? Frostbite! 29. Why do we never tell secrets on a farm? Because the potatoes have eyes and the corn has ears! 30. What do you call a parade of rabbits hopping backward? A receding hare-line! Conclusion These short jokes to tell your friends to make them laugh are guaranteed to bring joy and laughter to any conversation! Share them at your next hangout or text them to your buddies for a quick laugh. After all, laughter is the best medicine!

[saintmouthed]

dtcfdp chapter 3 (author commentary)

I fear it is time to Reread dtcfdp Again and I'm going to be so annoying about it, actually. Anyway I'm gonna basically reread my own fic and liveblog the experience. Chapter 3 commentary starts under the cut!

chapter 1 commentary here

chapter 2 commentary here

"It wasn’t until he got out of the shower that he realized somehow he’d made it home with Ange’s jacket."

Right off the bat this made me smile so big. Yes... his jacket... I had NO motivation to have R take Enjolras's jacket... none at all

Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling today? Ange.

oh my OWN heart jumped at sweetheart this time around.

That sounds like something someone just trying to make me feel better would say. R. I wouldn’t lie to you, I’m being honest. But, is it working? Ange. Grantaire thinks about this. A little. R.

they make me SICK (in the best way)

“What, you think I don’t have a key to this place?” That’s not something that had ever occurred to Grantaire. “Oh.” He says, after a thoughtful moment. Éponine laughs at him. “Bossuet let me in before he went to class, dipshit.”

LMAO this is so fucking funny I completely forgot about this. I don't reread this chapter often so this is like experiencing a whole new fic. Though I don't remember why I don't reread this chapter often? Is it the trivia one? that might be why. More on that later if it is the trivia one.

“Well…” Joly, at least, looks a little abashed. “It might have been…Enjolras?” “Enjolras?” Éponine gasps, before bursting into laughter. “Are you fucking kidding?” God, Grantaire is completely lost. “You know this guy?” “Yeah.” She waves a dismissive hand, as if he has any idea what she’s talking about. “We’ve met, obviously, and I went to a few meetings. Joly, are you serious?”

HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THIS ADFASDFJ... "are you fucking kidding" it was so funny having everyone be like 'oh yeah grantaire you'd HATE enjolras' meanwhile grantaire is already sickening in love with him

OH MY GOD IT'S THE ROPE BITE NIGHT CHAPTER...

if you haven't read the Enjolras ficlet I wrote for this one or the Jehan ficlet... you should

aw... Grantaire learning to tie a futomomo... me too buddy

Ange rolls his eyes. “I trust you haven’t traumatized one of our newest members yet, Jehan?” “I leave frightening the newbies to you, my dear, that’s usually your area of expertise.” Grantaire wonders which one of them picked up the casual pet names first.

I'm OBSESSED WITH THEM

wow props to past me for writing that rope demo so beautifully damn

oh god... it IS the trivia one

I've seen the rope twist one before IRL it IS mean

CHEERS I DO LOVE A ZIPPER THOUGH

“How would you drop a raw egg from a height onto a concrete floor without cracking it?” Ange asks, blithely ignoring R’s commentary. “You…can’t?” “It takes more than an egg to crack a concrete floor, darling.”

an anon sent me this one back in the day!!! I love this... and I loved reading about the first zipper getting ripped off tbh.

the thing I don't like about the trivia chapter is that it's another of those threads I never followed through bc there was simply SO MUCH going on in this fic. And the Gutenberg question makes me cringe, but that's another story LMAO.

THE ROPE AS A FLOGGER WHO CHEERED. I saw this in a video once and it made me feel insane.

Grantaire either A. shrieks or B. blacks out (though there is that last possibility C. which is both)

Real as fuck grantaire

WAIT FUCK IS THIS THE PHONE NUMBER everybody hang on

FUCK

IT IS

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“It’s…” Ange hesitates on the last character, felt tip of the pen stilling on Grantaire’s skin for a brief moment before he follows through. “My phone number.”

OH MY GOD

“I mean, it’s—it’s still nothing. I mean, not nothing, it’s definitely, uh, something.”

sure is !!!

this chapter was good actually idk why I tend to skip it

[look-at-the-soul]

A day to celebrate

Tommy Shelby x reader (blurb for Father’s Day)

Tommy cracked an eye open carefully, the other side of the bed was still empty. He had been awake for a while but he was warned to stay in bed this time. Groaning, he turned to his bedside table to take his cigarettes and a lighter.

But as he was about to light it, he heard whispers and steps outside the bedroom, so quickly he tossed the lighter next to him and hid the cigarette under the pillow. He let himself fall against the mattress and pretended to be asleep just like his wife asked him to do.

“Are you sure he’s still sleeping?” Ruby asked tiptoeing.

“Can we wake him now?” Charlie looked up to you with his big green eyes, still with his bed hair.

“Just in a litt-” but the kids didn’t wait.

“Daddy wake up!” Ruby climbed on the bed and charged against your husband.

“Happy Father’s Day!” Cheered Charlie following his sister.

Cyril entered the room following your steps.

“Mmhmm.” Tommy groaned and opened one of his eyes a little. Opening his arms to get hugs from his kids. “You woke up before me.” He kissed Ruby’s hair then Charlie’s temple and looked up at you, a big smile lighting up his face, his gold tooth showing.

“Look what we did!” Once you made sure the cake wouldn’t end up all over the duvet, you helped Cyril up on the ramp Tommy bought so he could climb with you.

“That looks amazing.” While Tommy was inspecting the cake, you walked to the door to take the tray Frances was holding with coffee for you and Tommy and warm milk for the kids. “You made it?”

“Yeah.” Both children answered in chorus.

“Kids…” But your tone made them reveal a secret.

“Okay, Frances helped… a little.” Ruby admitted.

Tommy chuckled, he knew the kind of help that Frances had been giving all these years. His wife was a terrible cook, but he wasn’t going to point that out.

“Frances was scared I’d ruin the recipe, she didn’t let me help.” You confessed. “She didn’t even let me crack the eggs.”

“That’s because the last time she accepted your help you almost set the kitchen on fire, Mum.” Charlie pointed out as if nobody remembered the embarrassing incident. It was years ago, Charlie wasn’t even born yet, but all the Shelby’s made sure every new member of the family heard the story.

“That’s not how…-” But one look into Tommy’s eyes and he cut your defense. His smirk giving away it was exactly as it happened.

“Can we eat it now?” Ruby was growing impatient.

Cyril barked at them. He was drooling.

“Nope, this cake is for me buddy.”

“Alright let me cut the slices.”

Tommy took his cup of coffee and winked at you. “Two small for them, the rest is for me.”

Surprised, you looked at your husband, his free hand was on his bare chest.

“And what about me?”

“Okay, I think I can share a small bite with ya.” He winked, the smile reached his eyes.

“Thank you, love, how considered from you.” You joked. “Alright kids ready to give daddy his present?”

Ruby and Charlie got up and started jumping in bed, your hands went straight to protect the cake. The sound of his laugh brought an indescribable happiness to your heart.

Charlie went straight to the drawer were you kept the present, returning to bed a couple of seconds later. As Tommy untied the ribbon, you handed the kids the draws they made for their father.

“Are you serious?” Tommy looked at you, he knew the present had to be your idea. He held the gold case.

“Well, you’re smoking all the time anyways.”

“I love it, thank you.” Leaning on his elbow, he pulled you in for a kiss.

“I made this, daddy!” Ruby handed Tommy a draw of the four of them holding hands and Cyril sleeping next to Tommy’s feet.

“This is mine.” Charlie smiled shyly. Your boy handed his father a draw of him and a horse.

“I’m going to take down my horse painting and hang these up there. Now come ‘ere.” Looking up at you, Tommy invited you to the family hug.

“What are you doing there? Come here Cyril!” You called for the dog to get in the middle.

“This is all I need.” Tommy revealed looking into your eyes.

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[a-wanderin-whirlybird]

I blinked at this bloody version of me as the cereal I was about to eat hovers before my mouth. I slowly take the bite and chew, confusion clear on my face.

"Uh, idk what you are talking about buddy." I say around the cheerios. Bloody me, (Jesus I need a better name for her) pauses then speaks.

"What's up with your voice," she asks.

"Uh??? Oh the cracking? Yeah T does that. I take it your egg never cracked?"

"T? Like HRT?!" She asks bewildered. I just sigh, patting the back of the old wooden chair next to me in invitation.

"Yeah man, Started a while back. Sounds like you didn't attend that Halloween party. Anyways, want some cheerios?" Look a version of me just hopped out of a portal and proclaimed she wanted me dead, but fuck if I won't be a good host.

"Uh... shit sure. Why not I'll just kill you after." She sat down and I noticed how she hunched over all the time. I sighed and stood up, wandering over to the kitchen, I made the cereal and flung an old bright red Hoodia at her.

"It's baggy, you'll find it's more comfortable not hunching over constantly." I call as she takes the Hoodie with a sad smile. I then return with the cereal and a cup of coffee the way we both like it. She seems a bit confused. I sit next to her as she nurses the coffee. She had donned the hoodie and was sitting up straight. Good, she will have back problems if she keeps hunching, by doc always yells at me about jt.

"Alright so let's get some talking out of the way." I say. "Remember back in college, that Halloween party the DnD club threw?"

"I didn't attend. I said I had a migraine..."

"But really you were just scared you'd be alone in the corner and awkward?" I finished. She nodded. "I thought the same thing. But it wasn't true. Della invited us cause she actually liked us. She wanted to include us. We then met Yellow there, they are one of our best friends."

"I take it this yellow, was the one who ah... broke our egg, as you put it?" She fiddled with the worn holes in the hoodie's sleeves.

"Yup!" I pop the p. "We went through a lot of different and difficult times but, Yellow and Della were always with us. When I finally figured out who I was and embraced it. They threw a party for us. Our Druid nearly drowned in frosting that game."

"They set up a dnd game for you?" She asked in awe.

"Yup. The kind we always like playing, silly with bits of serious. Cool stories. Really going to that party broke so many of those negative self image issues we have. It saved my life."

"But!"

"Oh let me guess? But we are a Specific breed we can't! I take it we still live with our uncle then?" She clammed up. "You do know he is a manipulative fuckerface right? He wants to sell you off as a bride."

"I know that! That's why I'm hunting us down!" She shouts but she seems hesitant.

"Really? Not some twisted self mutilation thing? Cause we never were able to bring a blade to our own skin I know that. Too scary, what of we stained something? Cause the whole 'killing is to save us from being a mail order bride' sounds like bullshit." I said. And it was true. Self harm always ended up being something different for us. We couldn't burn or cut ourselves, our feat of what happened after always took hold. But destroying our relationships, and our loves was easy.

"It!-"

"And what about after you kill us all then what? We will still be alone and stuck with our uncle." I sigh as tears form in her/my eyes. "Look I know it's hard. I did it myself but it's never too late to reach out to Della. She still calls right?"

"She... yeah... she still calls..."

"Reach out. Tell her what's going on. Della understands but we need to actually let her help. Want to call her or text her while I'm here? It's less scary like that."

It took an hour but I got myself to call Della. She instantly got a room set up for me to crash in and I sent myself off with some tea we like and a promise to text. Just like always.

This wasn't the first time some other version of me came barging in to slaughter me. It's different reasons each time but a lot of it boils down to small things. Missing that party is a common one. Or sometimes we actually listened to our uncle and bought his extreme ideology. But in the end I always turned them around to a happier path.

I'm not physically strong. None of us really are. But unlike the others I am mentally stronger. I've survive every hell these other mes are stuck in and came out the otherside kind. That's what makes me strong.

At least that's what My Wife says. Della always had an eye for these things.

A portal opens before you and out steps a version of yourself covered in blood. “I’ve killed hundreds of you and they say you’re the strongest one. Time to find out why.”