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ladylooch · 14 days ago

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Buzzin' - [Mack x David]

A/N: Just a lil Halloween magic for you all. Some EARLY Mack and David still in their frenemies to lover stage. Enjoy!

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If Mack had anything else to do in New York tonight, she would be doing it. But she doesn’t have many friends outside of her work team and her sister, so here she is at the Rangers annual Halloween party. The team had been at someone’s place earlier, but Mack opted to meet them at the bar to avoid an intimate gathering as a third wheel.

Mack loves Halloween. It’s a fun opportunity to play with make up and lean back into your inner child. Normally, Mack goes all out with make up and dramatic costumes, but this year she didn’t have time due to work. Instead, she went a quicker route, finding a cute, bumble bee costume at a local store. She made a custom head band with black, squeezed balls bouncing around on springs to act like antennas. She wags her head from side to side in greeting at her sister. The balls flow all around as she sticks her tongue out.

“I love it!!!!” Lucie claps. “Here! Have a drink!” She hands Mack a clear cup. Mack takes a sip, realizing its vodka with a splash of soda.

“Thanks, Barbie!”

“You have to see Connor. He’s got on these bright pink shorts. At the house, he strode in with roller blades on.” Lucie grips her forearm to keep her close as the crowd swirls around them.

“Oh! I bet that was so funny!” Mack chuckles.

“Hilarious. Not as funny when he broke a vase, but Melinda said it was fine.”

“Mack!” Connor cheers when he worms his way through the crowd to their spot. Mack smiles at Connor then drops it when she sees David behind him. Great.

This guy, does not get a hint. Ever since that first day in Lucie and Connor’s apartment, David has been around. It’s like he never goes to his own place. So if Mack wants to see her sister, she has to put up with David Carlson. He grates Mack’s nerves with his overly polite, sweet act. Nobody is actually that nice. Then he turns the charm on her, saying he really likes her outfit, or that her most recent article was great. He asks her follow up questions about work and wants to know what’s next for her. It’s annoying because Mack knows he’s only interested in getting in her pants, not actually getting to know her.

Now he’s here, looking like… that in a buffalo plain flannel and tight Levi’s. Suspenders are strapped to his jeans and lay flat and taut across his muscular body. He holds a toy ax in his hand and a beanie covers most of his black hair.

“Mackncheese! You made it.”

“Yep.” She sighs. Lucie gives her a ‘be nice’ look that Mack ignores.

“Babe let’s go use the Photo Booth. It’s open.” Connor suggests to his wife. Mack exhales in frustration as they bop through the crowd before she can follow, leaving her behind with David. Mack takes a long sip of her drink, scanning her eyes over the crowd. She doesn’t know anyone else well enough to go talk to them. David steps closer to her as someone moves behind him to the bar.

“A bumble bee, huh?”

“Yeah.” She replies without looking at him.

“I like your headband.”

“Thanks.”

“Did you make it?”

“Yep.”

David laughs at her short answers.

“I don’t bite.” He holds his hands out to the side to her like he’s innocent or something.

“Sure about that?”

“I mean, if you asked me to I would.” He smirks. Mack scowls.

“Men are so hilarious on Halloween… thinking dressing up as something else will make a woman change her mind.”

“Oh, honey, I know it will be harder than that to change your mind about me.” He leans closer. “But I like a challenge.”

“You could have any girl in here because you have this athlete farm boy thing going that a lot of women like. Not me though. So there is no need to waste any precious Halloween hours on me. Go find a hook up.” She waves her hand around at the scattering of slutty costumes in the bar.

“I don’t do hook ups anymore.” He says casually.

“Really? You don’t get road puss outside of New York?” Mack heard that comment being told to Lucie by Connor.

“I did on occasion.” He admits with a laugh. Mack tisks in disgust. Typical. “Why did you pick a bee?” David changes the subject.

“So I can sting losers who think they’ve got a shot.” She grins at him. It’s not nice. He loudly laughs, clearly undeterred by her lil scowls and snips.

“Oh I thought it was cause you wanna annoy everyone here with your buzzing.” He answers, flicking one of her antennas on her headband.

“Hey!” Mack complains, reaching up to stop the ball from bouncing around. That’s only okay when she does it.

David sees her cup is almost empty and asks, “What are you drinking?”

“A big ol glass of fuck off.” She cheers the glass at him. “You should try it.” He just laughs again. Like a huge belly laugh. Usually, this catty game of hers is enough to drive someone off. Mack has to bite her lip to stop a smile from spreading across her lips. She likes his laugh. It’s deep and cheerful, genuine too.

“Okay, that was funny. See, I can laugh when you’re funny. You should try it with me some time.”

“No thanks.” She sighs like she is bore.

“Aren’t you gonna ask what my costume is?”

“No because I don’t care.”

“Yeah…. I shoulda dressed up as a beekeeper anyway. Could find a way to get you out of that leotard thing, so we could pull that stick outta your ass once and for all.” Mack’s mouth drops open in shock. Okay, now they’ve got a battle going.

Mack doesn’t know now, but later, in the future, David will admit to creating a little game with her tonight. He saw the way heads turned when she walked in. He wanted to keep her away from those turning heads, and her attention focused completely on him. The way to do that with her has always been to get her feathers all ruffled up. Right now, she’s roosting at him exactly the way he wanted her too. He sees Mr. Wizard closing in on her and steps closer, crowding her space in a way she hates.

“You hear that?” She holds her hand up to cup her ear. She makes a subtle whoosh sound. “Your chances just went from not in this lifetime, to not in any version of the universe.”

Right when she finishes speaking, someone knocks Mack from behind. She stumbles forward gasping as her hands hit his stomach to stay on her feet. David grabs her around the shoulders, keeping his hands on her to steady her back on her black boots.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going, asshole.” David yells at the guy. His hand runs up her back to her neck, protecting her against his chest. Mack looks up, seeing his scrunched up face. “Yeah you!” He points at the werewolf. “Where do you get off?” The guy keeps walking, wanting none of the smoke David clearly packs. “Are you okay?” He asks Mack, pulling her away to look at her. They’re still close, so close that Mack can smell his cologne. It’s clean and crisp, making her nostrils flare as she tries to breathe in deeper.

Wait, what the hell?

“You smell like honey.” David murmurs. His lips are right next to her ear and suddenly, she can barely breathe.

“Don’t expect me to be sweet to you.” She responds languidly, losing a lot of that bite with how close he is.

“I don’t need to taste you to know you’re sweet, Mackncheese.” Mack licks her lips, staring into his green eyes. His gaze dips down to her wet lips now, eyes roaming over them and then dragging back up to her brown orbs. The sexual tension could cut stone. For the first time, Mack is seeing David as a man. Then he pulls back and says, “Bees make honey. Of course they’re sweet.” Mack rolls her eyes, stepping away from him. Of course, she is maybe interesting in continuing and he backs off.

“I’m a lumberjack by the way.” He tells her just as a rookie comes up and asks David if he has any wood. “Plenty. Ask your girl if she wants some.”

“Yuck.” Mack scoffs, then turns, looking for literally anyone else to talk to.

“Come on, that’s funny. And true.” Mack refuses to let her eyes trail any lower than his eyes. She’s not dumb enough to bite on that.

“Oh, you found your babe, Paul!” Connor jokes at him about the rookie in his blue, Superman suit. Connor points excitedly to his shirt. “Is he Kenough for you big boy?” Connor asks, pointing to his infamous, rainbow sweatshirt.

“He’s no you, babe.” David grins at Connor.

“David, he’s mine.” Lucie shoves at his chest. “I can’t compete with you! Go away!”

“You’re barbie. He’s just Ken.” David says in an extremely high voice, unbefitting of his costume and normal masculinity. Mack snorts, then lets her laugh out, shoulders shaking.

“Oh my god! I made her laugh!” David yells loudly. “Best night ever!!!”

“Shut up or I’ll sting you.” Mack pokes his arm.

“Oh. Shit.” He smiles down at her, then leans in closer so only she can hear.

“I like it when you talk dirty to me.”

Mack frowns to cover up the wave of interest that flows over her.

But damn if that didn’t make her stomach drop.

More Mack and David here.

#mackdavid au #nhl fan fiction #nhl imagine #hockey writing

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gettingfrilly · 11 months ago

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Can't get you out of my Ed

Chapter one of... 39 chapters lmao. This fic will kill me and I'll be damned if I don't take some of you down with me. Read it here or on ao3. Super mega thanks to @fish-bowl-2 for betaing and also for giving feedback on my massive outline.

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“Ppbbbbbbththtbbbhththtthhhhh.”

“Dude.”

“Dude yourself.” Eddy mutters, not caring if Kevin objects to his bored mouth noises. What else is he supposed to do? It’s Wednesday, five pm, and raining. No one's been in the candy store for hours, and ain’t no one gonna show up before they close at six. So he stands here bored out of his skull, full weight propped against the counter with his face squished in his hands, elbows velcroed to the permanently sticky wooden surface. He keeps his eyes where they’ve been glued for the last hour, which is directly on the nostalgic kitsch wall clock with plastic lollipops for hands and pounded sheet metal with a scene from some 50’s style soda shop superimposed on it for a face. It goes well with the completely non-functional jukebox in the corner, the rows of dusty, empty, retro soda bottles lining the shelves on the wall opposite the front door, and the 40 year old ice cream machine behind the counter that’s been out of order since last summer. Eddy had felt giddy when Kevin first got him a job here his freshman year, tickled by his younger self’s hypothetical jealousy over how easily he could pocket a jawbreaker here and there. The garish clashing of the puke green tiles and pastel pink walls had filled him with bittersweet memories of childhood, familiar and welcoming for a first time job.

Now he just finds the whole store ugly.

“You could, ya know. Work.” Kevin suggests. “Clean something. Stock something. Anything other than standing there with your thumb up your ass.”

“Oh? And you can’t?” He asks while side eyeing Kevin, who is also currently standing around with his thumb up his ass. More specifically, he’s leaning backwards against the displays behind the counter, wide shoulders slouched as his arms dangle at his sides. The clean hairline of his crew cut frames his wide, blocky face with sharp angles. He’s been made up of solid, sturdy shapes since he started playing for the varsity team in his junior year, and his workout regimen has further defined his muscles in the years since. Eddy wouldn’t exactly describe him as beefy, but his build is athletic for sure. He’s also classically handsome, Eddy begrudgingly admits to himself, though he’s not really his type. Too much of a normie for his tastes, with his basic sense of style and outfit compiled of store brand athletic wear. Guy shops at Old Navy for sure. Well, more like his mom shops for him there.

“I’m the boss. I’ve got underlings to do that kind of stuff for me.” An annoyingly smug smile graces his shovel shaped chin, and Eddy can’t help but grind his teeth.

“For your information, bossman, ” he hisses the title, “shelves: dusted. Floors: mopped. Inventory: stocked. Windows: windexed. Hell, I even ordered the lollipops by color out of fucking boredom. There is truly not a single thing left to do.”

Kevin hums and scratches his ten acre chin. “Oh. Well. Pbth.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

‘ Come now, with your cleaning skills, surely you left something amiss. Did you wipe down the floor trim? Deep clean the register? I see plenty of snack crumbs wedged between those sticky keys. And you didn’t even mention the employee bathroom, for heaven’s sake. ’

“Shut up.” He mumbles under his breath. “Huh?”

“Nothing. Hey, how’s Nazz doing?” Kevin’s and Nazz’s shaky relationship isn’t exactly his favorite can of worms to open, but he’s starting to get bored enough to peel his eyelids off of his face, so he better strike up some kind of conversation.

“ Man- ” Yup, here we go, “I don’t get what’s up with her. Ever since she moved to Buffalo she’s been acting all different and weird. Dunno what happened to the Nazz we used to know.”

‘ She grew up. Which is something you may want to look into yourself, Kevin. 19 years old and no interest in pursuing a higher education or a greater calling like our dear Nazz has. Tut tut.’

“Yeah, it’s almost like she cares about shit now or something.”

“Exactly,” Kevin bemoans, completely missing Eddy’s sardonic tone. “I don’t get all the polisci stuff she talks about. I’m just not a political guy, ya know? Why can’t things just go back to being simple between us? College wrecks people, man.”

On one hand, even Eddy can tell Kevin’s being pig-headed about this. On the other hand, he can relate on a very painful, squishy, sore, and tender level.

‘Well you are quite pig-headed yourself.’

“She just outgrew this small town shit. We all should. I know I’m getting out of here as soon as I graduate.”

“Speak for yourself. I like it here.” Kevin mutters while crossing his arms petulantly.

“Of course you do, mister former high school quarterback nepo baby. You already got shit made here. Doesn’t your dad own the candy factory now?”

“Vice president. But yeah, he’ll own it soon. And he’s thinking of expanding. But what are you complaining about? Aren’t you all set up to inherit your old man’s dealership? That place makes decent dosh.”

“I’d rather eat nails.” The words come grinding out of his mouth as if it were already full of sharp, pointy metal.

“What? No way, man, you used to brag about that place all the time. Said it was your legacy and that you were gonna make it the hottest place in the county to get a used car.”

“Times change.” That’s the only explanation he’s willing to offer.

Kevin just shrugs, much to Eddy’s gratitude. That’s probably the best thing about being friends with Kevin; guy doesn’t ask questions. Makes him a solid person to vent to.

‘Especially if you’re allergic to discussing your feelings.’

With a long suffering groan, Eddy literally peels himself off of the old counter to do another useless perimeter search of the shop. He knows he still won’t find anything to do, but at least it’ll get his body moving. His sneakers squeak against the freshly mopped floors (so bored he even got out the mop, for chrissake…) as he eyes the displays, watching his reflection warp and transform from one glass container to the next, an endless hall of funhouse mirrors mocking him with his own boredom, irritation, and overall misery. His fault for scrubbing them all until they were spotless. The hole punched cardboard pallet that holds a variety of different brands of lollipops is just as hue spectrum oriented as he left it, so this time he goes for ordering them by size and shape instead. Well, that killed two minutes. Walk by the freezers, rearrange some mismatched soda bottles he missed before. 30 seconds. Scrape a fleck of taffy off of one of the sliding door handles. 20 seconds. Stare at the wall for five seconds. Bang his head against it. Another second. Bang. Another second. Bang. Another second. Bang.

“I’m taking a smoke break!” He calls loudly over the shelves in the direction of the front counter, not waiting for Kevin to respond before frantically scrambling towards the backroom. He nearly trips over a broom as he bursts into the cramped space, swearing at it uselessly as he stumbles over to his locker. It gets jammed as usual, the damn thing, Eddy jiggling the handle with a growl before he finally tears it open. The hood of his windbreaker catches on one of the locker’s internal hooks, causing Eddy to shout obscenities until he finally shakes it loose and shoves his arms into the sleeves. He stomps towards the back door and bumps it open with his hip as he wrestles with the zipper, getting himself encased once he steps outside into the muggy July evening air.

The door slams shut behind him as he huddles under the small overhang of the dirty green awning adorned above the back door, fishing his pack of camel menthols out of the pocket of his windbreaker. The hush of rain against the pavement and rhythmic pounding of droplets plunking against the rusty metal of the awning harmonize well together, creating a nice soundscape to back up the click click click of his lighter. He mutters swears under his breath like a prayer, internally praising glory hallelujah once the cig balanced between his lips lights and he can breath in deep and slow, the mint flavoring tickling his nose hairs and soothing the burn of hot smoke in his windpipe. Smoke billows from his mouth and nose after he’s held in his lungful for as long as he can, his exhale audible and pointed heavenward, smoke catching and lingering on the underside of the sheet metal above.

‘Those will kill you.’

“The sooner the better.” Eddy mumbles, letting gravity pull his loosening body down against the wooden door behind him, desperate for a paint job. He takes another grateful drag as he watches the rain bounce and slide off of trashbags, forming muddied puddles in the potholes below. The hit of nicotine puts a fuzzy blanket over the constantly firing nerve endings in his brain, making his eyes droop as he fights back a yawn. Double D doesn’t know what he’s talking about, calling nicotine a stimulant. Smokes practically put him to sleep.

He sneers down at the ground. What’s he got to even do these days other than work, smoke, sleep, repeat? The only thing he has to look forward to are the occasional phone calls he makes to Ed at the military school his shithead mom shipped him off to last summer before they all started their junior year. Double D and Ed were inconsolable that day, clinging to each other and sobbing as Ed’s dad silently packed his red commodore with sparse necessities, the rest of Ed’s belongings in boxes marked for the salvation army. The memory still makes Eddy’s eyes burn, the same way they did that day as he blinked to hold back his tears, repeating to the other two that they’d call, they’d write, they’d visit, and once senior year was done in two years, the three of them would be out of here. Double D would definitely get accepted to some fancy shmancy school on a fancy shmancy scholarship, and the two of them would follow along, working whatever jobs available so that their combined income with Double D’s scholarship funds could net them a nice apartment in whatever fancy shmancy city Double D went to for school. They’d be free of this pimple on the map of America called Peach Creek, free from their families, free from public school, free to be themselves. There’d be a queer scene, he told Double D. They’d be accepted there, he told him. It wouldn’t be like it is out here in the boonies. They wouldn’t have to hide.

Well, his plan may have less people in it now, but he’s sticking to it. He can’t stand the boredom anymore, can’t stand the confinement. If he spends one more summer afternoon staring at his bedroom ceiling, has one more shift during the dead hours of the candy store, has to give his dad one more excuse as to why he’s not dating anyone now that he’s got a paycheck, he’s going to burst out of his own skin like some kind of insectoid, brain sucking monster from one of Ed’s B-rated black and white horror flicks and suck the noggins of everyone in a five mile radius. He’ll get out of this shithole come hell or high water. He has to get out.

‘And go where, exactly?’

‘Anywhere but here.’

‘To do what?’

‘Live. Breathe. Stretch out and run around and scream and cry and shout and kick and hit and go and go and go.’

‘With who?’

‘Ed. Or no one. Who cares.’

‘You’d be alone.’

‘I’ve always been alone.’

‘That’s not true. You know that’s not true.’

Water streams from the corners of the awning, creating a puddle dangerously close to his Air Force 1s. An errant raindrop lands right on top of the toe of his left sneaker, and he grumbles as he bends over to swipe it away, cursing himself for not looking at the weather report before putting these on. He curses louder when a chunk of ash falls from his cig and takes up residence where the water droplet just vacated, grabbing it from his mouth to hold it out to the side as he frantically brushes off his shoe.

‘Please, Eddy, be careful! Think of how much money your mother spent on such a frivolous purchase.’

Eddy snarls, sick to death of this incessant nagging. “Just shut uuUGHH!”

The smack of the wooden door against his ass throws him completely off balance, staring down at his shoes one second then catching himself on his hands and gazing at a puddle inches from his face the next. Adrenaline rushes through his body, making his lungs seize up and his eyes go wide, the rain falling on the back of his head feeling far colder than it should be on a warm July evening. He keeps himself propped up on one hand as he swivels around to identify his attacker, blinking owlishly when he sees Kevin standing in the lit doorway, giving Eddy the same, wide eyed look.

“Dude. You okay?”

Anger quickly intermingles with his gut-dropping fear, gritting his teeth as he pushes himself back onto his feet. “Watch where you’re going, shovel chin!”

Kevin places one hand on his hip while he holds the door open with the other, expression blasé. “Doors are for opening, man. Anyway, we’re closing up. Just wasting money at this point.”

He finally catches his breath, raising his cigarette to take another calming drag, only to feel something unpleasantly cold and soggy touching his lips. Damn it. His hand must have landed in a puddle. He groans and pushes his now wet hair out of his face.

“These ain’t fucking cheap.” He grumbles, flicking the unlit stub to the ground.

“Did you even hear me, man?”

“Huh? Oh.” Calmer and less distracted now, his brain finally catches up with what Kevin said. “Yeah, great idea, bossman!” The title is used in a much more jolly manner than before, giving Kevin a pat on the back and leaving a stubby, wet handprint behind as he pushes past him and back into the backroom to grab the rest of his stuff. He kicks off his nice sneakers to trade them for the ratty back ups he keeps in his locker, stepping into the worn pair as he puts his multi-colored Nikes into his water proof backpack for safe keeping.

Kevin sneers and murmurs something Eddy is sure was insulting as he looks behind himself and at the back of his shirt. “I’ve got to count money and lock up if you wanna stick around to help-”

Eddy’s locker slams abruptly, echoing loudly in the small space as he slings his drawstring bag over his shoulders and puts his hood up in quick, jerky motions. “Bye, seeya later, hasta la vista, sayonara, annyeong.” He half-jogs out of the back room before finishing his goodbyes, ignoring Kevin’s jeering as he slips through the door to the front room. He continues his half jog past the candy displays, snagging a jawbreaker and shoving it into his pocket next to his smokes before heading out the door and back out into the rain.

He breathes in a deep breath of freedom as he stretches his arms out to his sides and then over his head, making his way back to the cul de sac with a skip in his step. The world is his oyster now that he’s off of work. Now he can… he can… well.

The skip turns into a slow trudge as Eddy remembers he doesn’t actually have anything post work to look forward to, mood sinking further and further with each dark and empty store he passes by. Looks like Kevin wasn’t the only one who decided to close up early; all of downtown is dead. And it’s just not the cafe, the butcher shop, and the shoe store that are dark. It’s too early for the street lights to come on, but the sky is thick with heavy rain clouds, keeping the sunlight prisoner behind the bubbling veil of black and gray. His eyes turn down to the wet cement of the sidewalk with its divots and potholes, floating cigarette butts in the puddles that formed within them, scowling at his feet as they pointlessly move beneath him. What’s he even going home to? Another evening zoning out in front of the TV? Maybe lying upside down on his bed and listening to saccharine sweet slow dance songs? Then whatever he does will just be followed by chain smoking in the backyard until he’s tired enough to pass out as soon as his head hits the pillow, welcoming oblivion as an alternative to being left alone with his thoughts. It’s the same damn thing every day. And it’ll keep being the same damn thing every day until he gets out of here or dies. Dying may be the more convenient option at this point. It’d be a lot easier than having to finish high school before he beats it. All he has to do is wait for a car to come by and then jump out in front of it.

But no cars come. No one coming, no one leaving, a town stuck in stasis, the white noise enough to deafen him. His shoes are getting soaked. He’s gonna get cold feet.

Christ, he needs to quiet his fucking mind before he ends up as roadkill. He reaches into his pocket, fingertips brushing against the cool metal of his lighter before he finds his pack of camels, grasping onto it like a lifeline. He takes out the light with it, shaking a cig loose from the pack and into his waiting hand. He balances it between his pointer and middle finger, bringing it up to press it between his lips and under his hood so he can attempt to light it-

Only to immediately pull his hand away when he tastes blood on his tongue.

“The fuck?” He squeaks out, high pitched and startled. He looks at the cig and finds fresh red blood smeared on the paper and filter, but that’s not what’s most alarming; what has him wince and hiss under his breath is the sight of his hand, dark, slimy globules clotted together in the center with dried and flaky trails of blood running down between his fingers, some of it gathered under his nails, in his nail beds, and around the gold band on his ring finger. Rain splashes down into his open palm, the droplets saturating themselves with blood before they roll down the sides of Eddy’s hand and down his wrist, leaving trails of pink behind. He swipes his thumb gingerly over his palm and squints, scowl deepening when he discovers the cut beneath, small but deep.

Damn it. Must have happened when he fell. Probably glass from a broken bottle. How did he not feel it? Stupid Kevin. Stupid door. He clicks his tongue and keeps walking, placing the cig back between his lips; he’s not gonna waste another one of these. It brings him minimal relief once it’s lit, his frayed nerves further agitated by the site, smell, and taste of his own blood. He’s had e-fucking-nough of that for one life time. Thankfully the shops start to become far and few between, with residential houses looming on the horizon. He’ll walk in through the back door to his room before his mom gets a chance to see his hand and starts freaking out. He’ll clean his hand, dry off his feet, and get out of this fucking rain. That’s something to sort of look forward to. Isn’t it?

When he turns the corner of rethink avenue several minutes later, all thoughts of the creature comforts of home disperse like a warren of rabbits intruded on by a fox. His cig, burned down to a stub at this point, dangles from his parted lips, eyes frozen on the looming portend of the past come to haunt him currently parked in his own fucking driveway. He’s freezing suddenly, all heat sapped out of him like someone pulled the plug, lungs becoming a vacuum as cosmic background radiation burns within them, singed by his only source of heat. It’s like he’s falling again, shoved from behind and just barely managing to protect his face from scraping the pavement. An unknown attacker from behind, the familiar sound of him breathing through his teeth.

He tastes blood on his tongue.

The cigarette butt falls from his lips as he turns away from the sight of the whale shaped trailer in front of his house, breaking out into a jog to the only other house he can think to go to, nestled right on the corner he just turned. His bedroom lights are on. His parents, as usual, aren’t home. He misses him with an ache deeper than anything else he’s felt in a long time.

He hopes Double D actually lets him in.

#eene #ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #gettingfrillywrites #chap 1

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angelfoodcake222 · 1 year ago

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MerMay is HERE!!!

What would the Neighbors look like as merfolk? Well, after plenty of research (thank you Wiki, many fishing sites, & relatives irl), here's my take on that in alphabetical order.

🐶🐟Barnaby B. Beagle: Atlantic Spiny Dogfish. Okay, okay, this was an automatic choice just because of the name. Although, two venomous spines, can grow up to 4' (4 feet), often seen hunting prey in dog-like packs (hence the dog-like name), tends to feed primarily on crustaceans, jellyfish, squid, &/or schooling fish. Cod, red hake, goosefish, other spiny dogfish, larger sharks, seals, & killer whales all prey on dogfish. Dogfish also have a habit of getting caught in fishing nets due to their size, often resulting in bycatch (n. the unwanted fish and other marine creatures caught during commercial fishing for a different species). Now, clearly, Barnaby will be the same size as in his bio, same colors to as is the case with everyone else here.

✉️🐟Eddie Dear: Common (freshwater) Carp. These guys are all over the place where I go fishing/crabbing, make for good eating, too. What they do is root around soft sediment They usually feed on aquatic plants, worms, zooplankton, & other small animals found in the deposits. Their rooting upsets the water's bed & degrades their habitats by uprooting vegetation and increasing turbidity (cloudiness in the water due to particles). They're native to freshwater lakes & rivers in Eurasia. They were introduced to the United States in the late 1800s as a new sportfish. Now found in 48 U.S. states & most temperate areas around the globe. They typically prefer slow-moving systems with soft muddy/sandy bottoms. Found in most lakes & rivers in Louisiana. They sort of look like massive goldfish that evolved to be tougher for the wild. Somehow, they're often confused with native small/largemouth buffalo [fish]. Generally, they're a sort of golden brown/brassy green color that wanes to a pale yellow/white belly. The silvery variety can be found too, I've just caught the others. Subterminal mouths with two sets of barbels (AKA: "whiskers") off the upper corners of their mouths, large scales. Like most North American fish, they can grow +50 lbs but are more commonly found between 10-20 lbs.

🦋 🐟Frank Frankly: Florida Pompano. The Florida pompano, part of the jack family, is a species of marine fish with a compressed body, short snout & deeply forked tail. Pompano fish often have a color variation of blue, green & yellow on their dorsal areas with silver &/or yellow on their body & fins. I imagine he/they studies butterfly fish instead of actual butterflies. He'll still pop up to the surface to watch actual butterflies flutter around. Most adults of this breed feed on small surf clams, amphipods (I.e. sand-hoppers/beach-fleas, predaceous ghost shrimp, whale ectoparasites Cyamus, etc.), crabs, shrimp & even mussels. If he finds pearls or precious-looking items, he gives them to Eddie or Julie.

🐛🐟Howdy Pillar: Fimbriated Moray Eel. Get it? Because he's got freckles. Huh, huh? Anyways, these eels (aka Gymnothorax fimbriatus/ dark-spotted moray/spot-face moray), are a moray eel of the family Muraenidae, obviously. They're medium-sized moray that can reach a maximum length of 80 centimeters (31 in), though Howdy would be bigger (+8ft, maybe). Its serpentine-shaped body has a white-cream to light brown background color dotted with numerous dark spots which latter vary in size and shape depending on the individual & maturity. It has a tapered snout, is greenish-yellow with black dots, the corners of the mouth are white, & a very boop-worthy snout tip. He does the same things in his OG counterpart's way but with fish-based needs; worms, fallen crates of goods, fish filets from seemingly nonsentient fish, & so on. Wally is far more slippery, so plucking a chosen item is easier in Mer!form than bing bipedal. Howdy is an eel, so hunting isn't much of a challenge for him.

🌈🐠Julie Joyful: The Lybia Tessellata (commonly named "Pom-pom/Cheerleader/Boxer crab") comes from its symbiotic exercise of brandishing a stinging sea anemone (usually Triactis producta) in each of its claws to fend off predators & possibly to stun prey. Its "boxer crab" title comes from its bellicose reaction to threats. Something about this just fits...

🐔🐳Poppy Partridge: There are a lot of fish in the ocean, like birds in a tree. The chicken could be tuna (chicken of the sea), that much I know. Maybe a little parrot fish for color? Grouper for size? I can't find anything for her.

🌟🐠Sally Starlet: I'll be honest here, I was going to automatically pick a default starfish to go here, but then is kept digging. I'm stuck between a Lion Fish & a Manderinfish. Surprise, surprise, I can't pick. Maybe both with a touch of Flame Angel Fish for color?

😘🐟Wally Darling/Home: Yellowhead Jawfish (AKA; Opistognathus aurifrons) these little darlings [pun intended] are usually seen in undersized colonies around sandy &/or rubble-coated areas near reefs. Their lairs, smallish architectural phenomena, are created by excavating holes and lining them with rocks & shells for support - all done with their mouths. Obviously, Darling is half humanoid so he could use his hands here. Still, it's an interesting idea for him to be the one who builds Home. 🤔

These are just my thoughts on what they'd look like fish-wise. I'll need more time to pick & choose what other traits they'll each keep or lose. Feel free to use this as a sort of prompt or muse material 🤗!

#mermay #merman #Mermaid #Welcome Home #welcome home wally #wally my beloved

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And contributions from viewers like you... thank you~!

Laser Raiser. Lazy Laser. Raiser Laser.

I can't get over the new device's name, Goddamn.

Anyways yeah, Episodes 22 and 23! I'll be watching those today.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Well now, Keiwa. If it wasn't Sae-san, then it would be you. If I was you, I'd be keeping a close eye on Neon-chan.

-"Are you ready, Keiwa-kun?"

-Wonder how you're looking in the polls?

-"Go sabotage."

-Forevermore.

-Goddamn, that's stake raising.

-Desaster Arc is almost over, bitches~!

-Buffa's in the game! Forgot to tell you guys that, but you'll be fine, right?

-Chirami, I don't wanna know how you made that squishy sound.

-"Christ, are you really selling my life as some stupid bad boy character? Is there someone I can sue? Can I call that green buffalo Rider from another Rider death game?"

-"You can win big~! Or go home ten thousand lives shorter~!"

-You're one sick son of a bitch, Chirami.

-Naptime.

-Jamatoless behavior.

-"World peace, finally :D"

-"Nooo... we're losing viewership by the Jamillion!"

-Sup Archie?

-"Don't rush me, bitch boy!"

-"Ohhhh noooooo, that sounds like not my problem!"

-Ohhhhhhh

-Daichi's the cause of the game.

-Where Jamato?

-Game Master's turn!

-GLARE2!

-Login!

-Hen! Sin!

-I HAVE FULL CONTROL OVER

-GLARE2!

-Time to fight!

-Tsumuri, what're you doin'?

-Go!

-Hide and seek~!

-That's a neat idea.

-"Good luck, everyone~! Keep the viewers and the sponsors happy~!"

-Oh?

"Right, I'm gonna clock out early, Chirami ain't paying me enough for this."

-LANDMINE!

-Guys who go "AAAAAAAAH" and girls who go "Nyeaaaaaaaah!"

-This is so funny to me.

-Sabotage!

-And now he's in the cage.

-Wherein he belongs.

-Draw on the man's face.

-"Wow man, the audience hates you."

-"Please stop reminding me."

-And with that, you've convinced literally nobody.

-"Sorryyyyy..."

-Can't exactly lie to what's essentially a professional con man.

-Guess nobody in this restaurant really cares?

-You're not exactly being discrete yourself, Neon!

-Guessing that guy's Na-Go's sponsor.

-Ah yep, there he is.

-Everybody's got eyes on Neon Kurama. Not always for good reasons.

-You're kinda creepy, dude.

-Here comes the fanboy. Ziin~!

-I don't really like that name all that much, but I guess I can't really change that, can I?

-Guess Beroba's got a good idea. Crush all Riders, let the Jamato run unopposed, make all of humanity suffer. Everybody wins with that arrangement, it'd seem.

-Anyways, welcome back to the silly!

-Worm~!

-He runnin'!

-Ooooooh, pressure plates.

-Bonk!

-This is neat to me, I don't know why.

-It's a similar suit and power set, but it's like a polar opposite fighting style to Girori's.

-Can't jump.

-Oh we're losin'.

-"You're too soft, Tycoon. Your bleeding heart might just be hemorrhaging at this point."

-Neon-chan!

-Ohhhhh, girl's playing dirty.

-Hey, hey, hey!

-There they be.

-Ohhhhh, Beroba's a rider too.

-...did she get giant?

-The seeds of distrust have been sown.

-"How impressive... I suppose having a housecat hunt as she please would eventually turn her feral."

-Think you're laying it on a little thick there, honey.

-The Dezastar... it's you, Neon-chan.

-Ace is just that goddamn good.

-Damn.

-Nevermind that, the Game Master's been kicked.

-Game Master Beroba.

-Goddess of Creation.

-...I get it now.

-Haxxored.

-There he is.

-Ziin.

-"You're ruining my quality TV time, Beroba. I'll stomp you into the dirt."

-Laser Raise Riser!

-Ziin Set!

-Laser On!

-That's a cool goddamn jingle.

-Ziin! His actor, Fuku Suzuki, he played Shotaro Ishinomori himself in Super Hero Senki. He's pretty good for a guy so young.

-Now he gets to be a Kamen Rider.

-These two random teenagers, a frog man mafia boss, and whoever that sweater dude is. Our sponsors, ladies and germs.

-"I want to be moved."

-Guess even Chirami's fully aware that Beroba's bad news now.

-"Kamen Rider...!"

-Nadgey, what did you think you were gonna do?

-Guy's got lasers.

-She wins this round, but it definitely ain't over.

-"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Beroba-kun."

-Niram-P, hello.

-Game Master. Producer.

-"Bleeeeeh!"

-She just noped the fuck out of there.

-Soooooo, Goddess... where'd you come from?

-Well, we're fucked.

-You get a second to breathe, Neon.

-Sousei no Megami!

-Ohhh!

-Secretary Jumpscare.

-"You got hacked and hijacked, you goddamn moron. I'll deal with you later."

-The Goddess is the DGP.

-Guess you're all angels.

-"No comment."

-"Soooo... wanna tell us why you know where the Jamato come from?"

-Man... Michinaga's getting a lot angrier by the second.

-You're a darkhearted man, Mr. Producer.

-I guess Chirami's really not liked by the upper management.

-Unfullfilled forever more.

-"Pwease get my Driver back, pweeeeease~!"

-For the sake of Real Fiction.

-"I'm going to use you to grant my wish."

-Hello, Kekera!

-"Get the Driver back, boy!"

-Woooow, free Boost once more!

-Be sure to use it this time.

-"Kamen Rider!" That's you!

-An entire goddamn flower garden.

-Ohhhhhhh

-He's a simp.

-Kyuun.

-Free buckle~!

-Lots of people root for Na-Go-san.

-Tsumuri's so DONE with these people's shit.

-Ziin, hello.

-"You're my dude."

-Oooooooh, he's jumpin' right in.

-I can't imagine how elated Suzuki-san is to be here.

-Jajajajajaja.

-Jajaja?

-Ja?

-"Duuuuude, I'm fighting with Geats!"

-Ziin Setto!

-He does the snape!

-Set Fever!

-Double Beat!

-...Back Beat?

-I see Ziin plays support.

-I have to admit, this is really cool.

-"Your destined enemy. He's here."

-Buffa just wants the game to end for good.

-OOooooooh, Jamato Zombie!

-That's siiiiick.

-Revolve On!

-Radical.

-Good job, Neon!

-We are... Kamen Riders!

-Ohhhhhh

-Nadgey's back.

-Man, they're really going at it.

-Beroba, hello!

-Never make that noise around me again.

-"World's over anyway, nerd!"

-Ohhh, he's down.

-The Desire Grand Prix is a game lightyears ahead of the curb.

-Geats from the ancient past... Ziin from the far future.

-3.5D!

-"Oh well... DGP's reaching the finale. Oh well..."

-Ohhh, Tsumuri...

-OHHHHH

-Kamen Rider Beroba.

-IS FUCKING MASSIVE WHAT THE FUCK

-Breaking Mammoth sized!

-"NOOOOOOOOOOO MY BABIES!"

-Oh...

-Oh... this is over.

-OH SHIT KEKERA REVEAL

-Goddamn

-Geats has me hooked.

#kamen rider geats #geats spoilers #kr geats #kamen rider #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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based--ball · 1 month ago

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any combination of the buffalo boys roommate situation for the ship ask <3

davis/ernie: makes sense and compelling!

of course it makes sense because wow they are 1. roommates and 2. so incredibly idiot4idiot that even the fucking tv announcers sound like they're shipping it. like. davis cooks and cleans and drives and then ernie is the vibes guy. except then what davis knows how to cook is beef. beef with mustard. and it is absolutely compelling bc 1. see above (hilarious idiots who are best friends) and 2. how can a ship not be compelling after ernie rips davis' shirt open and also will never shut up about how amazing he is and also davis? you can't just call your roomie/best friend a pretty boy and not expect it to be compelling to rpfers with worms in the brain.

the davis/ernie/spencer trio: makes sense and also compelling

what can i say besides catan crew and also davis slept on the couch so that he could move in with them (or alternatively "slept on the couch" and slept in someone else's bed? just saying...)

#ask game #ask #*eyes emoji*

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yanzinator · 3 months ago

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I need to rant rn about how much I hate my dad, in a place he won't find out about it, so I'm doing it here. Be warned, this is very negative about Judaism. If you're a convert or a goy, or whatever else, don't interpret this as integral part of it, it's just certain circles within certain circles that I'm in, but if you don't want to see the darker side of Judaism, maybe don't read on. Also trauma dumping!!

I fucking hate my dad, which is hard, because he's a hard person to hate. He has fantastic people skills, he knows everyone, and he's friends with everyone he meets, he seems really kind, and also he's really rich. He's a millionaire, we live in basically a mansion, so every time I tell someone "yeah I'm mendy's son" they're like "oh you're so lucky" "that must be so great" "he's such an awesome person" and I have to pretend I agree with them or else I look like a spoiled asshole of a child, and it always feels like I'm stabbing myself. He's an egomaniacal control freak, he thinks of me as his property, I know this both because of how he acts, and the fact that he makes sure to regularly explicitly remind me of this. "you're my son, you belong to me. I own you", any time I'm slightly out of line. Which is a lot because his standards are insane. My hair is currently about 5 inches I think. From my forehead it reaches to right under my eyes, I grew it from a buzzcut with no in between cutting. I use hairclips to keep my bangs off my eyes, and I regularly have to threaten him with never talking to him again so he doesn't buzzcut it while I sleep. He makes sure I know about that one reel he saw on insta where a guy cut a line on his friends head, so the friend had to buzzcut the rest. If I want anything at all, there's no way to get it other than making it myself from scrap or paper, or going through him. Now to be fair, he's usually very generous, because he has the money, but if it's something he doesn't like, and remember he's a religious nutjob so most things, I'm out of luck. Even if it's a 2 dollar cup with a girl, any girl tbc, doesn't matter how tznius she is, because it's too inappropriate. I want to run away, get a job, live alone, be financially independant, if extremely unstable, because even with a landlord breathing down my neck, at least he won't be looking at my bookmarks. Problem is, I don't know how, because I have no secular education. When I was a kid, we lived in Buffalo NY, we were poor back then, we lived in a bad neighborhood, my mom hated the place, but I loved it. I went to a tiny private Jewish school, had 60 students total, but they taught well, I learned properly, I had friends, everything was normal. By the time I was 10, My dad was doing really well, not rich well, but he had a lot of assets, a few thousands in savings, we moved to mexico because of a business opportunity, and there I had no friends but worse, no education. Now there were schools, but they weren't Jewish schools, and god forbid someone with foreskin teach me how to find X, so instead, he financially strained himself to find me tutors. I do appreciate that, he worked really hard to emulate school for me. My curriculum when I was 12 was more intense than actual school was, and now I think like an Amorai, I know details about tanach no even thinks about, I can tell you mechanics about the world that make me look like conspiracy theorist, but no that's just tanya, and if you have a question in Halacha, I can answer you as well as a Rabbi, and if you want to know where your poop go after digestion, I know this guy on tumblr... Taxes? I don't know what the first form even looks like, what name to look up. Job application? Like from the movies? And what would I put on it? "Dissected a worm in 6th grade, top of my class in hebrew, 18 years experience as a professional Jew". Eventually I did have an opportunity, when I was 15, I went to Yeshiva in florida, they had a class where they "taught" GED. So I'm there right. I go to the rosh yeshiva, "I want to learn GED", They gave me this thick as book, and told me that they have a teacher come in for an hour a day. I could be a loner who learned with him and give up 1 of 2 hours of free time that I had in the entire 24 hour day, which btw included 7 hours of sleep, because the rosh yeshiva read an article saying adults need 7-9 hours of sleep, never mind we're teenagers who need 8-10, -block text limit

and that the range isn't "everyone needs to get at least 8 at most 10", so much as "some need 8 some need 10", but no we all get 7!!!, and then 2 hours of free time, I had to dedicate half of that to learning GED, and the teacher's teaching style was, "you see this page. Read it. Then read the next page.". When I ask my dad what I'm supposed to do with this, he tells me not to worry. When I get married (between ages 24-26) (to a religious Jewish girl), he'll buy me a house, then I'll go to shul and study all day, and he'll pay me a salary, and I'll be a talmid chacham who learns torah all day, a perfect chassid. What if I want to do something else? "you have an internet connection, find some online course". I quit that first Yeshiva after half a year, and went to another Yeshiva in tzefat. That one had more secular studies, it taught us from a 1st grade level, and it was preparing us for Bagruyot (12th grade tests) and we had a year to catch up. Also, they made a point to never allow more secular studies than holy studies in the curriculum. we had ~2 hours of free time, but 8 hours of sleep! but also the non free time, the lessons were much, much harder... also also Mikvahs! sorry to digress but fucking. In tzefat, they were mandatory for a certain period, not all year, but enough that I remember vividly, I often see people online talking positively about Mikvah, so does my family, I know how to pretend I like it but it is a fucked up concept. When I was with my uncle, he's ultra religious and very convincing so I'd go to the mikvah with him, he was very respectful, he waited outside until I finished and then go after, and he'd always take me while the local minyanim were praying so I was alone. He's the only person who ever took my feelings into account, but even then, occasionally someone else was also going at the same time, but it was one person so I just had to face the wall and it'd be fine mostly. In yeshiva, the guy who kept track right, he was respectful, waited outside the changing room, but unless you wanted to get up at 5am, and go in when everyone else is asleep, though even then you'd be going in with 2 or 3 other students, after chassidus boker, you had 30 minutes to dip, and this yeshiva had hundreds of students, and not a particularly large mikvah, now I'm sure no one was looking at my dick, but that didn't make me comfortable. Also two of the rabbis also dipped at this time, so that ++. Anyway, after a year, I managed to get 3 yechidot in gemara, but I was so stressed that I was considering and had already planned out my suicide, so when oct 7th happened, I used the excuse to not go back to israel (I was home for the holidays) and I have not went back since. So anyway, my lack of education is also blamed on me. And hey maybe it is my fault, I don't fucking care, I still have no way out of here. I hate my beard so fucking much, I want to wax it off, I want it to hurt, I want to feel it seperating from my skin, "they are wires that connect you directly to god", god's getting a direct live feed of all my spite. I hate everything about everything I have to deal with, but I have to pretend I'm so happy because from the outside that's what it looks like, and if I don't appreciate my good fortune I'm clearly just a spoiled rich kid.

#green floating fire

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ergothereforethus · 2 years ago

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btw did you guys listen to the wait wait don't tell me episode where the guest was the worm king from buffalo? extremely effective marketing. the overlap between npr listeners and vermiculturists must be huge. obviously I ordered from him

just placed an order for 600-900 worms

#I wonder how much of an increase in business he's had in the months since then

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mxalexwhat · 3 years ago

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Every TMA fan who also listens to Wait Wait Don't Tell Me must have had a fucking field day when they brought the Buffalo Worm Guy on as their special guest this week.

#tma #magnus archives #jane prentiss #myles stubblefield #buffalo worm guy #wwdtm #npr #wait wait dont tell me

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Do you think that big demon guy could be the one actually responsible for Kat’s parents’ deaths?? Considering she is supposed to be a hellmaiden, it’s possible that he could have felt threatened by her heritage and wanted to get rid of her and her family by creating an illusion with the apple

Are you referring to Buffalo Belzer? I mean, it's a possibility, but I don't think that'll be the case- Henry Selick has stated he wanted humans to be the sorta 'true evil' of the film instead of the demons being that, so I feel like having Belzer be responsible for Kat's parents death would be counterproductive to this concept. Plus, I feel like with the way Buffalo has been described thus far, he probably isn't too concerned about the events of the living world; he's just vibing with his Scream Fair.

However, it ain't too far fetched to say that they could've been demonic forces at play; with the way I've seen Hellmaidens be described by reviews of the film, it's possible that this role gives a person certain powers to see things other can't and young Kat could have seen demons in her apple, I just don't think it's likely these demons are related to Wendell nor Wild in any way.

Personally though, I have a different theory. However, my theory does contain spoilers for the film so it will be stated underneath read more

Based on this quote from a Nerdist article, link which will be provided, it states that "Kat’s parents were once key members in the community, her dad working at its successful brewery and her mom working as a librarian. Unfortunately, a deadly (and suspicious) accident at the brewery led to the town’s subsequent downward spiral." As has been stated in many other reviews I've read, the story of the film includes some wealthy folks trying to buy off land and businesses in Rust Bank in order to create a private prison in the area to profit off of.

With all this in mind, I'm wondering if these folks were trying to buy off Kat's father's brewery and when he refused to accept their offer, presumably because business was going well for him, went to more unsavory means to get their way. I'm thinking that perhaps the apple, which I'm assuming is a caramel apple since Kat was shown to be eating it on a stick, was one of the items sold at her father's brewery and somehow got tampered with by these wealthy folks in order to make it seem like his business wasn't following proper food handling precautions and get the business shut down due to public health regulations. However, instead it scared Kat and caused a tragic car crash that ended both of her parents life.

As for what the apple tampered with, I have two ideas.

1. It was just worms or something and the demon imagery was just being used to both show how traumatic this event was to Kat and to show that symbolically this event is one of the demons she has to face.

2. It was demons and the wealthy folks somehow contaminated the brewery's food with demons- perhaps only somehow like Kat, who is capable of being a Hellmaiden, could see them and the average person would not be able to see them, leading to them eating said demon and becoming horribly sick.

However, it is possible I'm just going overboard with this idea. I guess we'll have to wait for the film to come out to know which one of us is right; it could also be possible we are both wrong too!

But anyways, thanks for the ask, I had a lotta fun typing out my predictions and theories for this film! Anyways, here's the article link I promised:

#wendell and wild #wendell & wild

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top 5 songs right now 😘

yeah!! sorry i don't have spotify though, hopefully these links'll be fine

Preditah - Vinyls this song is insane. love listening to it in my car with the bass booming, so good.

Cascada de Flores - Las Amarillas major ear worms with this, at any time of the day recently i've got bits of this playing in my head

Denzel Curry - The Last speaking of ear worms, but this whole album is amazing. bonus breakin the rules track: walkin

Buffalo Nichols - Lost & Lonesome very booker vibes here i think, especially the conclusion. and i just love this guy’s voice

been in a weird nostalgic mood so going back to my early-mid 20s, Queens of the Stone Age - In The Fade. and speaking of voices i love.

hmm, what a sausage fest.

thanks for the ask 🖤

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sohotthateveryonedied · 4 years ago

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Feels More Like a Memory

Read here on AO3!

Summary:

Ric gulps down the rest of the beer and gestures to the bartender for another. Then he holds out his hand. “I’m Ric, by the way. With a C.”

“Wally. With a W.”

“That’s a tragedy.”

“And Ric isn’t?”

It’s not easy being a ghost. Ric isn’t dead. He has flesh, breath, motion, all signs of life. But Him? The person he apparently used to be but who might as well be a stranger told in someone else’s story? That person is dead, and Ric can’t help but feel like a murderer for pushing him out. He isn’t Dick Grayson. Not anymore. Ric slides into a bar stool, flagging down the bartender. “I’ll have a beer.” This place isn’t his favorite haunt in Blüdhaven, but they do serve good brews despite the lack of customers and general grossness. And, frankly, he’s not in the mood for company tonight. He’s been fielding calls all day from those people, the ones who knew him Before. The ones who foolishly call every few days as if expecting the ghost to answer in Ric’s place. Bruce. Barbara. Damian. Even some names that Ric doesn’t recognize but couldn’t care less about if he did. A Donna Troy. Jason Todd, even though Dick saw in some old files that he’s supposed to be long dead. Some kid named Tim. Ric doesn’t even pick up anymore when the calls come. It’s too exhausting playing defense, trying to remind these poor idiots that the Dick they knew is dead. Ric can’t keep pretending to have any part of himself that cares about these strangers, that keeps him straddling the line between past and future, or it will tear him in half. He’s had enough of the visits from “old friends” and family members he wouldn’t recognize from a Christmas card.

It’s a weeknight, so the bar is empty but for a few alcoholics and some guys playing pool in the back. Ric might even join them later, hustle a few rounds. The door to the bar opens, a dulled bell sounding to announce the newcomer. Ric doesn’t bother looking up. It’s not like he’ll recognize the new face—or any face, for that matter. The bartender brings over his beer. Ric thanks her and takes a sip. The stool next to him creaks. “I’ll have a Coke with three maraschino cherries, please. Thanks.” It’s a deep voice with a bit of a midwestern twang. From Missouri, maybe? The “please” is a clear indicator that he’s not from around here, nor does he go to bars a lot. Not this kind, anyway. Ric has tried and failed to turn that part off, the part that picks apart every detail in the world into quantifiable data. His memories may be gone, but whatever that crazy bat guy trained into him has stayed in his head as muscle memory. Ric couldn’t escape it if he tried. He drinks his beer, side-eyeing the guy. “Never met anyone who goes to a bar for a soda.” The guy doesn’t...he doesn’t flinch, exactly. But there’s the slightest of shivers that runs through his frame as if hearing Ric’s voice does something to him, even though he’s the one who sat next to Ric in the first place despite the plenty of empty stools around them. Maybe he’s lonely. Maybe he’s just a weirdo. Whatever this guy is, he recovers quickly. “You can’t exactly get a Coke with three cherries from your neighborhood grocer.” “You can if you make it at home.” The guy’s mouth quirks. “Then I’m here for the wonderful atmosphere.” Now that Dick is facing him, he can see that the guy has bright red hair that curls in front of his forehead, wind-blown like he spends his life riding on top of a bullet train. His eyes are green and practically every inch of visible skin is sprinkled with freckles. “If you’re looking for atmosphere, you’re sure as hell not going to find it here,” Ric says. “This place is the pits.” “Then how come you’re here?” Ric shrugs. “For the moldy buffalo wings and terrible service, of course.” The guy laughs and, for whatever reason, Ric gets the impression that it’s the first real laugh he’s had in a long time. The bartender serves up his soda, cherries and all. “I’ve got to be honest, Blüdhaven is even worse than I remember it. Ever since that bat guy disappeared, it’s like all I hear about Blüd now is how much the crime has escalated.” “Nightwing,” Ric corrects before he can stop himself. “His name was Nightwing.” “Right, Nightwing. What do you think happened to him?” He got shot in the head. Not that Ric can tell that to a complete stranger. Then again, he’s been meeting far too many “complete strangers” lately who turn out to be anything but. They try to worm their way into Ric’s life as if they know him, as if they have some kind of a claim on him. “Have we met before?” he asks. He tries to do it casually to cushion the blow of completely changing the subject, but it’s hard to remember what casual even is anymore. “You seem...familiar.” The guy plasters on a smile. “Just have one of those faces, I guess.” “Says every person who’s ever pretended not to know someone.” That gets another laugh. Maybe he’s just a happy guy? Definitely not from around here, then. “I’m from Central City, actually. Just here for the weekend. I was trying to track down an old friend.” “And did you find him?” The guy’s eyes dim, but he keeps up some of the smile, like he’s mourning a memory. “Nope. He skipped town pretty recently and has been missing since.” “Sorry to hear that.” The guy drinks his soda. “How about you? What keeps you in a place like Blüdhaven?” “Believe it or not, this is the only place I’ve been in so far that’s felt like home.” He’s already buzzing from the beer combined with the whiskey this morning and the vape he bummed off a couple guys earlier. Might as well go all in. “I got shot in the head a while ago and since then, I’ve been a clean slate.” He points to the scar on his scalp, but he doesn’t have to. A goddamn aircraft could see that thing from orbit. “It’s hard to figure out ‘home’ again when every place you go is filled with too many people who know and care about you, you know?” “You and I have very different definitions of ‘home’ then. The way I see it, home is wherever the people who love you are.” “You’d be surprised. It’s more like leeches, really. Or a landlord begging for rent even after you’ve moved out. It’s fucking exhausting.” He gulps down the rest of the beer and gestures to the bartender for another. Then he holds out his hand. “I’m Ric, by the way. With a C.” “Wally. With a W.” “That’s a tragedy.” “And Ric isn’t?” That makes Ric laugh. The weird part is that, at the heart of whatever this is, there’s something natural about laughing with this random person. Wally. It feels familiar, like this is someone important, as insane as that sounds. He blames it on the alcohol, but he could almost convince himself that this Wally guy is something vital he’s been missing. But Ric has seen the files Batman showed him while he was futilely trying to jog Ric’s memory. There was nothing about anyone named Wally in there, so he’s in the clear. “So,” Wally says, “amnesia, huh? And I thought I had problems.” “You have no idea. Weirdly enough, the amnesia part isn’t even the worst of it. I can deal with having no memories. The real problem is everyone else’s memories trying to force their way into mine. Everybody remembers me as somebody else, but they can’t understand that the man they knew is long gone. It’s pathetic.” “Can you blame them? If someone I loved forgot who he was, I’d want to bring him back too.” “Then you’ve never had to deal with lost memories before. Everyone talks about how amnesia can be a blessing in disguise, giving you a reset on life. But it’s more like being dropped in the middle of a sports game where you don’t know the rules or who your teammates are, and everyone’s waiting for you to just get with the program and kick the ball somewhere.” Wally bites a cherry off its stem. “What I wouldn’t give for that.” At Ric’s questioning look, he says, “I have two kids. Twins, Jai and Irey. They’re...they were incredible. They were the lights of my life. Then there was...something happened. I lost them both, and now all I have left of them are memories. But I swear to god, sometimes it feels like having the memories hurts a million times worse than losing them in the first place.” Well, shit. By the looks of him, Wally can’t be more than twenty-four, twenty-six years old. Losing two kids so young must be hell on earth. That Damian kid said stuff about how Dick was like a second father figure to him and how when Damian was dead, the greatest relief after coming back was that Dick wouldn’t have to mourn him anymore. But Ric doesn’t remember any of that. If he ever did lose Damian like he said, it means nothing to Ric now. Dick may have lost a child, but Ric didn’t. Wally swallows thickly, drinks his soda until his throat clears. “So trust me, I get wanting to forget. But if you want my advice, I say hold on to your family for as long as you can, even if you don’t want to. You never know how much time you’ll have with them.” Ric honestly doesn’t know what to say to that. “I’m...I’m sorry, man.” Wally clears his throat, forces a smile, but each one is dimmer than the last. “It’s fine. But you see why I don’t drink.” He doesn’t elaborate, but Ric gets the message: Because if I did start drinking, I would never stop. “I can’t even imagine losing someone like that,” Ric says, sipping his fresh glass of beer. “I know my parents are dead, but my memories are so messed up that I don’t remember much of it. And even though I can’t remember anything after that day, it still feels like it happened twenty years ago. I’ve never had to grieve anyone but myself.” “It helps to have people around you, for one thing. That friend I mentioned, the one who skipped town? We used to have a system that whenever one of us was having a bad day, we’d go down to that gay bar a few blocks from here and stay there until we forgot what we were upset about.” After a second, he asks, “You ever been there?” Ric resists the urge to grimace. “I’m straight, actually. That kind of stuff...it’s not really my thing.” Wally blinks at him. “You’re kidding.” “Excuse me?” “Nothing. That’s just...surprising.” “Okay?” This wouldn’t be the first time someone’s accused Ric of being queer. Just because he likes mesh shirts and the occasional crop top doesn’t mean he’s gay, okay? He’s as straight as an arrow. “No, that’s not—I mean...I don’t know what I mean.” Wally shakes his head. “It’s easy to forget that not everyone lives the same life you do, I guess.” Ric clinks his glass with Wally’s. “Cheers to that.” Ric can’t explain what about this conversation makes him feel more comfortable than he has in weeks. Maybe it’s the beer. Maybe it’s the human interaction with someone who isn’t another bar-hopping asshole or part of his old “family” trying to bring him back to a home that isn’t his. Ric has spent so long driving strangers to their destinations in his taxi, sleeping under a new roof every night, gambling his money away and drinking himself into oblivion as long as he can afford it. But here, with Wally, he feels settled. His head clears, and it’s such a foreign sensation that he stops for a moment just to let himself soak in it. “How long are you staying in Blüd, Walls?” He doesn’t mean to say the nickname, it just slips out of him like a bar of soap between slick hands. Wally doesn’t seem to mind. He even smiles, and Ric can’t help but wonder if the friend he was talking about used to call him that. “This is my last night, actually. I’m going to this mental health facility in Nebraska for a while to recharge. I just wanted to see my friend one last time before I left.” “I’m sorry you couldn’t find him.” “Yeah. Me too.” Wally downs the rest of his drink and stands, tossing a few bills on the counter. “I should probably head out. It was nice talking to you, Ric.” Ric shakes his hand again. “You too. Track me down if you ever find yourself in Blüd again. It’ll be nice seeing a familiar face for once.” “You got it.” Wally turns to go but stops at the door, one hand mid-twist on the knob. He looks back at Ric. “Don’t forget me again, okay?” He’s gone before Ric can answer, the door closing behind him. Ric was lying before, when he talked about the worst part of being an amnesiac. The worst part isn’t the missing twenty years, or the annoying family members, or the fact that he can name all fifty states but can’t remember whether he likes mustard or not. It isn’t any of those things. The worst part is knowing about the past that waits for him to sink back into it even though he can’t, no matter how hard he tries. It’s struggling with the fact that he has a whole family he doesn’t recognize but who loves him more than he’s ever seen a person be loved before. It’s seeing that love, witnessing the lengths they go to just to have their Dick back, but not being able to feel any of it because that isn’t his life. It’s not Ric’s love to have, and it never will be. Dick Grayson may be dead, but the love he earned is eternal. And that, right there? That’s what hurts the most.

#whumptober 2020 #ric grayson #dick grayson #nightwing #batman #robin #wally west #kid flash #the flash #birdflash #titans #teen titans #dc comics #fanfiction #fanfic #no.15 #memory loss

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wikioftheweek · 3 years ago

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List of Baby Geniuses Wiki of the Week Articles

0 Baby Geniuses

1 ASMR (unofficially; did not have a Wikipedia page at the time)

2 Fan death

3 Figging

4 Schmidt sting pain index

5 Bald-hairy

6 Mary Toft

7 Jenkem

8 Polyphasic sleep (now redirects to Biphasic and polyphasic sleep)

9 James Randi Educational Foundation

10 List of unusual deaths

11 Koro (medicine)

12 List of common misconceptions

13 Mojave phone booth

14 Action Park

15 Witzelsucht

16 Krampus and Zwarte Piet (Black Peter)

17 Scratch and sniff

18 Bummer and Lazarus

19 Jeanne Calment

20 Nickelodeon toys

21 Daggering

22 List of sexually active popes

23 Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo

24 Emperor Norton

25 Paris syndrome

26 ALF (TV series)

27 Fossil word

28 Spite house

29 Women in piracy

30 Art competitions at the Summer Olympics

31 List of animals with fraudulent diplomas (now redirects to List of animals awarded human credentials)

32 Prostitution among animals

33 Tenderoni

34 My Way killings

35 Mike the Headless Chicken

36 List of inventors killed by their own inventions

37 Inedia

38 (Episode does not exist)

39 Tarrare

40 Sweater curse

41 Death from laughter

42 Dude

43 List of people claimed to be Jesus

44 Lucy the Elephant

45 How to keep chickens from eating their own eggs (Wikihow article)

46 List of nicknames used by George W. Bush

47 Cryptozoology

48 Bob the Railway Dog

49 Magic Castle (discussed very briefly)

50 Wartime cross-dressers

51 Streisand effect

52 Self-cannibalism

53 Sex in space

54 Other World Kingdom

55 Death erection

56 Taboo food and drink (now redirects to Food and drink prohibitions)

57 (no Wiki of the Week)

58 Florence Foster Jenkins

59 Kentucky meat shower

60 Susunu! Denpa Shonen

61 Felix Moncla

62 Walter Jackson Freeman II

63 You're So Vain

64 McDonald's urban legends

65 List of paraphilias

66 Hedy Lamarr

67 Last meal

68 Hatoful Boyfriend

69 United States presidential pets

70 Maginot Line

71 Finnish profanity

72 McArthur Wheeler (now redirects to Dunning-Kruger Effect)

73 List of unusual deaths

74 GamerGate Controversy

75 Scaphism

76 Dancing mania

77 Non-English Versions of The Simpsons

78 Fart proudly

79 List of humorous units of measurement

80 Rumpology

81 Takanakuy

82 White Day

83 Max Headroom signal hijacking

84 Cymothoa exigua

85 Ganguro

86 Reborn doll

87 Drukpa Kunley

88 Crush, Texas (now redirects to Crash at Crush)

89 Cotard delusion

90 Why did the chicken cross the road?

91 Berners St hoax

92 Evander Berry Wall

93 Premastication

94 List of objects that have gone over Niagara Falls (now redirects to List of people who have gone over Niagara Falls)

95 Largest body part

96 You can't have your cake and eat it

97 Urine therapy

98 Oak Island mystery

99 Fearsome critters

100 Swan dress

101 List of selfie-related injuries and deaths

102 Potoooooooo

103 Julie d'Aubigny

104 (no Wiki of the Week)

105 Gavle goat

106 William Hale Thompson

107 List of Olympic mascots

108 Walter Lingo

109 Pam Reynolds case

110 Smigus-Dyngus (Dyngus Day)

111 Tio de Nadal

112 June and Jennifer Gibbons

113 Hairy Hands

114 Sunshower

115 Hypoalgesic effect of swearing

116 Lloyd's of London

117 Struwwelpeter

118 Haru Urara

119 Anti-Barney humor

120 Hundeprutterrutchbane

121 Accidental damage of art

122 Lisa Nowak

123 Tilberi

124 Hair of the dog

125 Bill Clinton Haircut Controversy (now redirects to Public Image of Bill Clinton section Haircutgate)

126 Penis captivus

127 Candle salad

128/129 Responses to sneezing

130 Gef

131 Melon heads

132 Gay and Lesbian Kingdom of the Coral Sea Islands

133 Telling the bees

134 Kappa (folklore)

135 Shrek (sheep)

136 Concealed shoes

137 Highgate vampire

138 Zozobra

139 Dirty blues

140 Office assistant (also known as Clippy)

141 Virgin boy egg

142 Fartons

143 Balloonfest '86

144 Lapland New Forest

145 Curse of the colonel

146 Squatting position: Hunkerin' (section no longer exists)

147 Margaret Howe Lovatt

148 Cobra effect (now redirects to Perverse Incentive)

149 Frozen Dead Guy Days

150 Republic of Molossia

151 List of premature obituaries

152 Athletics at the 1904 Summer Olympics - Men's Marathon

153 Agnodice

154 The Most Unwanted Song

155 Vegetable Lamb of Tartary

156 Death during consensual sex

157 Catalan mythology about witches

158 List of gestures

159 Clamato

160 Each-uisge (water horse)

161 Flatulence humor

162 Mariko Aoki Phenomenon

163 Goofy

164 Chicken eyeglasses

165 Mozart and scatology

166 Ming of harlem

167 Twelve Tribes Communities

168 Andree's Arctic Balloon Expedition

169 Joey Skaggs

170 Amy Bock

171 Greenland shark

172 Mabel Stark

173 Person

174 Wikipedia:Long-Term Abuse/List

175 Dhinga Gavar

176 Skunks as pets

177 J. I. Rodale

178 Witch bottle

179 List of U.S. Presidential campaign slogans

180 Bernd das Brot

181 George Tirebiter

182 Lloyds Bank coprolite

183 Tama (cat)

184 Wizard of New Zealand

185 Learned pig

186 Miss Baker

187 Forty Elephants

188 Sheela Na Gig

189 Planetary mnemonic

190 Seedfeeder

191 John Titor

192 Lek mating

193 Roar (film)

194 Acoustic Kitty and JD & The Straight Shot

195 Soucouyant

196 Trash talk and Flyting

197 Mannekin Pis

198 Curse tablet

199 Dancing Baby

200 Cassie Chadwick

201 Serge Voronoff

202 Groom of the Stool

203 Safety coffin

204 Table manners

205 Tempest prognosticator

206 Vittorio Emanuele, Prince of Naples

207 Icelandic Christmas folklore

208 Guy Goma

209 Extreme ironing

210 Victor Lustig

211 Australia's Naughtiest Home Videos

212 El Gran Juego de la Oca

213 Long-time nuclear waste warning messages

214 The Mad Pooper

215 Nim Chimpsky

216 Bridey Murphey

217 Grunge speak

218 WWF Brawl for All

219 Elizabeth Klarer

220 The Brave Little Toaster Goes to Mars

221 Top euphemisms for "period" by language (not a Wikipedia page)

222 Tristan da Cunha

223 Nils Olav

224 Giulia Tofana

225 Alvin "Shipwreck" Kelly

226 Egg War

227 List of sandwiches

228 Mr. Blobby

229 Robert Coates (actor)

230 Crime in Antarctica

231 Worm charming

232 McDonald's Characters (now redirects to McDonaldland)

233 Kitty Fisher

234 Jimmy Carter Rabbit Incident and Puzzle jug

235 Fascinus

236 Computer rage

237 Nutty Narrows Bridge

238 Australia's Big Things

239 Billiken

240 Loveland Frog

241 List of CB slang

242 Salmon chaos

243 Great Michigan Pizza Funeral

244 Dustin the Turkey

#baby geniuses #maximum fun #wikipedia #wiki of the week

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #462

i am way too tired to mentally flip through lyrics to put here, rip

Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) I have zero idea. When did you last travel alone? Where were you going? The last time I visited Sara in Illinois. Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Yes. What was the first color you ever dyed your hair? I think I got purple highlights? What was the first social media site you ever used? MySpace. Do you have any exes you really regret dating? One. Of all your friends & family, who has the most nicely-decorated home? Sara's house is lovely. Have you ever been catcalled? No. Are you allergic to any dogs? I might be. Have you ever touched a plant and had hives shoot up your arm? No. Do you think dragonflies are cool? Absolutely! What’s your favorite thing to draw? Meerkats!! Did you toss your hat in the air at graduation? Not high. I wanted to keep it. Do you like fudge? I CAN FUCKING DESTROY SOME FUDGE. Are you an affectionate person? Very. Name something you have to do today: Girt and I are hangin', making fun of bad Netflix anime and going to Buffalo Wild Wings. :^) Would you ever write to a death row inmate? No. People don't get on death row for no reason. I ain't got shit to say to them. Do you reckon online friendships are real? No fucking shit. Most of my most genuine friendships began online. Do you like Slipknot? Yep. Can we talk about how fuckin BADASS Corey's new mask is btw?????????? What do you think of Gorillaz? I like "Feel Good Inc." and one other song I can't remember the name of. Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable? BOTH!!!!! :') What is the cutest Halloween costume for a baby to wear? GUYS I recently saw a picture of a little baby dressed up as a Little Oogie Boogie and it made my ovaries cry. Which of your friends is the tallest? Which of them is the shortest? Jesus, Girt is a giant. I don't know about my shortest... If you could re-paint your bedroom, what color would you choose? Pastel pink. :') What has been the best night of your life so far? Why? Probably something sexual so let's keep it on the down low lmfaooo Would you ever even think about taking part in a wet t-shirt contest? Uh, no. Even if I WAS confident in my body. Is you hair color the same as it was when you were a baby? No. It was dirty blonde. Have you ever been in trouble for being too loud? Ha, yeah, at school with friends. Not big trouble or anything, we were just hushed. Did you ever attend a wedding that was a complete disaster? No. What is something that you were surprised you were able to do? Hm. What is the most bullshit-sounding true fact that you know? Male cats have spiked penises lkasdjfal;kje;kjwr it's something to do with preventing other tomcats from mating with her. What Oreo flavor is your favorite? Gimme that Double Stuffed, friend. Sour gummy worms or plain gummy worms? SOUR. Ever been in a talent show? How many times? What did you do? Nope. Ever try out for the talent show and not make it? Did you cry? Nope. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever cried about? Y'all when I was a very little kid, during my older sister's b-day party, I sobbed because I couldn't pin the tail properly on the donkey lmaoooo How do you feel about the use of nuclear weapons? Absolutely fucking barbaric. What song has the most meaning to you? "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy Osbourne. What is your favourite dinosaur? Spinosaurus!!!! :') Have you ever made bread? No. Has anything ever fallen asleep on you? Pets, a baby I was watching after, and Jason. Ever been dominated in a game you were/are really good at? yep alskdjfla;jwej Have you ever decided to set fire to something out of anger? No. Would you rather be a house pet or a wild animal? Wild animal, I guess? Have you ever listened to a group of chanting monks? I haven't. If you had to get a portrait tattoo, who would it be of? Probably of Teddy. I've still yet to decide on the total design of his tribute tat I'm getting. Do you like the smell of men’s colognes better than woman’s perfumes? I think so, yeah. How mad would you be if someone copied your original work (story, poem)? I'd be pretty fuckin pissed. Have you ever blown something up in science class? Ha, no. Have you ever gotten a serious wound from shaving? Not serious, no. Have you invented anything, only to find out it actually exists? I feel like I have? Ever realize you never truly LOVED your first love? Absolutely not. I loved him. Would you want a Bachelor/Bachelorette party before you get married? Sure, sounds fun. Do you prefer pads, tampons or something else? As of very recently, I returned to using pads. I used tampons for most of my maturity, but I got annoyed with them for TMI reasons and resorted back to pads, even though I don't like them either. Have you ever dated a model? No. What is your ultimate goal in life? To die happy with my life and what I (hopefully) accomplished. What colour are the socks you’re wearing today? I’m not wearing any. Who was the last person you sent a Facebook message to and what did you say? Girt. It was something regarding how I once considered doing the suicide mission at BWW where you eat a select number of their hottest wings, but I didn't wanna die via chicken. :^) Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? I'm average in height. I wouldn't change it, nah. Especially now that Girt and I are together the ridiculous height difference is hilarious but also cute lmao. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Like, while I was there? No. Have you ever had casual sex? Nahhhh. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Chocolate. @_@ When you think of your childhood, are the memories mostly happy or sad? Mostly happy, I guess. What is it like being you? Is it enjoyable? It's very boring with few sources of joy. What are your thoughts on the cause of homosexuality? I would *assume* it's a genetic mutation. Reason being, having a romantic partnership without the ability to reproduce defies the motives of science. There is nothing, absolutely NOTHING, wrong with said (and hypothetical) genetic mutation, though. Mutations are just another part of science. They occur naturally. What subjects did you find most interesting in school? Least? Most interesting: literature/English (especially reading like, old mythology and epics and stuff like that), LOTS of branches of science (but primarily genetics), art, and I looooved my four semesters of German. Least: ANY and ALL math, history, economics, social studies... that kind of stuff. Which do you enjoy more–hot or cold beverages? Cold, for sure. What were some of your favorite bands from childhood? Green Day was one. Would you be more afraid of drowning or being buried alive? Buried alive, for sure. It would be much, much slower. Should you really be doing something more productive right now? Well, I SHOULD be sleeping. Today's going to be a long day, because when Girt comes over, he has a tendency to not leave until like fuckin midnight or later alksdjfl;waje Have you ever lived out of your car? No. Does your family own more than two houses? HUNNY we r poor. A relative just committed a very serious crime, do you turn them in? It depends on the exact crime, but odds are, yes. If you're endangering others, byyyyeeee. You’re in the woods, alone, at night…are you honestly not afraid? Bitch I'm terrified. I have zero survival skills. You are on life support, what would you want a loved one to do about it? For the love of god, please kill me. Your child has only a while to live, do you still enroll them in school? That would be up to them. Also, define "a while." How would you feel if you met your idol and they ended up being rude? WELP I have a tattoo in his honor so that would suck ass lmao According to the tale, was Eve wrong for eating and sharing the apple? "God was wrong for even setting up an apple tree and making up rules in the first place." <<<< There ya go. And the punishment was fucking ludicrously extreme. Are you working on any goals? Yes. I'm currently going to the gym regularly to try and better my physical health and then find a job. I know that being connected sounds odd, but trust me: I can barely carry out very simple tasks just because I have absolutely ZERO stamina to do almost anything. I need energy and endurance. I'm also working towards developing some self-love. Which parent named you? I wanna say my mom. Are you currently frustrated with someone? I mean, myself. Aforementioned self-love is hard. I'm just annoyed my head is so reluctant to accept that I'm not a piece of shit for a million reasons. Why have most of your past relationships ended? They all ended for different reasons, really. Are you having any online conversations, currently? I'm not. What’s on your mind? I'm just tired and going back to bed real soon. Have you ever had an argument with a teacher? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions

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livlovlun · 3 years ago

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걸어다니는 어원사전 마크 포사이스

들어가는 글 수지맞은 도박업자 A Turn-up for the Books 닭 맞히기 놀이 A Game of Chicken 신사와 수소 Hydrogentlemanly 성서 속의 고환 The Old and New Testicle 샅보대와 대괄호 Parenthetical Codpieces 성스러운 팬티 Suffering for My Underwear ‘pan’은 모든 곳에 Pans 밀턴의 장황함 38 ?Miltonic Meanders 슬그머니 뜻이 바뀐 단어들 Bloody Typical Semantic Shifts 푸딩의 증명 The Proof of the Pudding 인기 많은 소시지 독 Sausage Poison in Your Face 활쏘기와 고양이 Bows and Arrows and Cats 흑과 백 Black and White 궁지에 몰린 왕 Hat Cheque Point Charlie 섹스와 빵 Sex and Bread 사라진 방귀 Concealed Farts 양털 Wool 칠면조 Turkey 굴욕적인 음식 Insulting Foods 민간어원 Folk Etymology 세계의 나비 Butterflies of the World 나비 놓아주기와 정신분석 Psychoanalysis and the Release of the Butterfly 영어 속의 악당 The Villains of the Language 사형 집행인 둘, 의사 하나 Two Executioners and a Doctor 시의적절한 이름의 사나이 Thomas Crapper 두문자어로 오해받는 단어들 Mythical Acronyms 세례자 요한과 ‘사운드 오브 뮤직’ John the Baptist and The Sound of Music 유기농, 범죄조직, 오르간 Organic, Organised, Organs 축약 Clipping 버펄로 Buffalo 환의법 Antanaclasis 중국 China 우연의 일치와 규칙적 패턴 Coincidences and Patterns 우린 자유롭고 솔직해 Frankly, My Dear Frankfurter 미개한 외국인들 Beastly Foreigners 멸칭 Pejoratives 노예의 인사 Ciao Slave-driver 할 일 많은 로봇 Robots 해고 머신 터미네이터 Terminators and Prejudice 별과 운명 Terminators and Equators 평등한 나라 에콰도르 Equality in Ecuador 보기맨 Bogeys 도깨비와 벌레 Bugbears and Bedbugs 허풍선이 남작의 컴퓨터 Von Munchausen’s Computer 스팸 SPAM (not spam) 헤로인 Heroin 드 퀸시와 셸리 Morphing De Quincey and Shelley 애주가와 애국가 Star-Spangled Drinking Songs 거북이와 가오리 Torpedoes and Turtles 제독의 활약 From Mount Vernon to Portobello Road with a Hangover 술의 역사 A Punch of Drinks 샴페인 캠페인 챔피언 The Scampering Champion of the Champagne Campaign 모욕적인 이름들 Insulting Names 피터 팬 Peter Pan 입소문 통신망 Herbaceous Communication 구르는 돌 Papa Was a Saxum Volutum 새가 된 돌 Flying Peters 아메리고 베스푸치가 남긴 세 가지 Venezuela and Venus and Venice 베네치아 신문 What News on the Rialto? 잡지와 탄창 Magazines 사전의 역사 Dick Snary 오토피어토미 Autopeotomy 러시아용 화장실 Water Closets for Russia 뚱보 대포 Fat Gunhilda 왕비와 첨단기술 Queen Gunhilda and the Gadgets 조개껍데기 Shell 두 껍데기 In a Nutshell 일리아스 The Iliad 사람의 몸 The Human Body 다섯 손가락 The Five Fingers 몸의 변천사 Hoax Bodies 허튼소리 Bunking and Debunking 고대 영어의 수수께끼 The Anglo-Saxon Mystery 세계로 뻗어 나간 개울 The Sedge-strewn Stream and Globalisation 커피 Coffee 카푸치노를 좋아한 수도사 Cappuccino Monks 막대기의 부름 Called to the Bar 무식한 자들 Ignorami 화석이 된 말들 Fossil-less 반복 접미사 The Frequentative Suffix 매달린 것들 Pending 벌레의 꿈틀거림 Worms and Their Turnings 수학 Mathematics 비버 별, 비버 기름 Stellafied and Oily Beavers 턱수염 Beards 섬 이야기 Islands 샌드위치섬 Sandwich Islands 영어 단어 속의 프랑스 혁명 The French Revolution in English Words 로망스어 Romance Languages 유랑 민족 Peripatetic Peoples 프림로즈 힐을 거쳐 보헤미아에서 캘리포니아까지 From Bohemia to California (via Primrose Hill) 캘리포니아 California 약쟁이 암살단 The Hash Guys 마약 Drugs 내가 기쁘게 하리라 Pleasing Psalms 성경 속의 오류 Biblical Errors 소금 Salt 평온했던 시절 Halcyon Days 개의 날 Dog Days 냉소적인 개 Cynical Dogs 그리스 교육과 ‘빠른 아이’ Greek Education and Fastchild 사이버와 버추얼 Cybermen 돈 버는 여자 Turning Trix 아마추어의 사랑 Amateur Lovers 무서운 돈 Dirty Money 죽음의 서약 Death-pledges 전쟁의 약속 Wagering War 돈에 쪼들리다 Strapped for Cash 사슴 가죽 Fast Bucks and Dead Ones 사슴의 종착점 The Buck Stops Here 돌고 돌아 제자리로 Back to Howth Castle and Environs 퀴즈 주요 참고 문헌

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sillypandalover91 · 5 years ago

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Twitterpated

Ao3

Self restraint was surprisingly one of Angel’s stronger suits despite what he lets people to believe. Growing up gay in an Roman Catholic mob family in a time where boys were sent for “medical treatment” for looking at other boys with a little too much interest would do that to a guy.

So when he felt Alastor’s fingers worm their way under his hand during family movie night, he didn’t react immediately.

It all started when Charlie discovered Disney via a patron who had recently died and was sent straight to the hotel by her mother of all people, with a note that said There was a mix up in processing, she doesn’t belong here. Take care of her until your Uncle Gabriel can come get her New Years.

Charlie had nearly detonated fireworks inside the hotel in her excitement because an honest to grandfather heaven bound had been blessedly dropped onto her lap. It would be an absolute shame if she didn’t take advantage and pick her brain to see how she earned her halo so that she could apply it to her other patrons, specifically Angel Dust who seemed to drift further and further away from Heaven’s light.

Vaggie had told her, not for the first time either, that Angel was a lost cause but never let it be said that the Princess of Hell was not tenacious. Nor was she one to give up on her friends. He didn’t make it easy though...What with the turf wars and drugs and booze and constant sex and...yeah.

But here in her hands, she had a way to redemption and step one was obviously-

“I remember this studio,” said Angel when the opening jingle revealed the Disney Castle. He munched on some popcorn and nodded, “I remember watching Snow White, Pinocchio, and Bambi. Heh, Pinocchio scared the shit outa me. Growin up, pops told me that boys who were bad became jackasses .”

“Explains you,” muttered Vaggie into her mug of coco, nearly spilling it when Angel retaliated by throwing popcorn at her, “Hey!”

They had worked their way backwards, starting with the classics much to Alastor’s delight. Having grown up poor, all he had was a single fairytale book that was literally falling apart. Then he had discovered radio and then developed his fascination with murdering and...Well, he was glad to have this opportunity to experience fairytales again. Angel in particular liked Al’s eagerness for family movie night. It was cute.

That is until tonight when they were watching Bambi and they were at the part where hunters had killed the fawn’s mom. Charlie gasped from across them, turning to Vaggie for some explanation as to why this was in a children’s film. Husk sighed heavily and took a long drink from his beer bottle, Niffty quickly getting up to bring more drinks but Angel didn’t miss how she was wiping at her eye.

He glanced over at Alastor, whose eyes had become dials, and twisted his hand so that their fingers laced together, gently squeezing them and slowly raising his upper arm out to coax his friend to curl up next to him. It was a long shot that Al would allow this despite their friendship but to his surprise, Alastor fell into place and reached out his other hand to hold Angel’s lower left one.

Bambi had hit too close to home for Alastor and they needed a brief intermission shortly after Bambi’s dad took him in.

Water splashed on face and tears were wiped away. Snacks and drinks were replenished and they all made themselves comfortable again.

To Angel’s delight and horror, Alastor dragged a blanket over and made himself comfortable again tucked under Angel’s arm with a pleased smile, tail softly thumping against the couch when Angel rested his head on his.

Spring time in the movie lifted everyone’s moods from Charlie squealing at the cute little skunks, to Alastor’s ears perking up when Bambi fought for his doe. He felt Angel’s breath come out in a snort but didn’t question it until the movie was over and it was just them two picking up the living room.

Angel shrugged, “I don’t know, guess the love dovey stuff was a bit much.”

“I thought you like lovey dovey stuff.” Alastor tossed the folded blankets back into their basket.

“I do. It’s just that I don’t believe that it happens the way it happens in movies. It’s unrealistic if you ask me.”

“Yes, exactly! I feel the same way. Though I suppose with moving pictures, time is of the essence what with their limited time frame to tell their story.” Alastor helped Angel take the dirty cups and bowls back to the kitchen, putting the dishes into the sink and rolling up his sleeves while Angel put away the left over snacks.

“I take it that you aren’t a fan of the whole love at first sight trope either then, huh?”

Alastor grin widened, “Not at all, my dear. Though to be fair, I can’t say that I’m a fan of love either. Besides my mother, I never put much thought into loving someone else, never mind romantically.”

Angel’s heart ached at the deer’s words but he nodded anyway, “Yeah. Love is too messy anyway.” It had a nasty habit of making you see things that weren’t there. Of course Al didn’t feel the same way. Him cuddling and holding Angel’s hand didn’t mean anything. He was just cold and Bambi’s mom dying would’ve made anyone seek comfort in a friend.

“And requires far too much work,” agreed Alastor, his heart breaking at Angel’s dismissive words. But the work wasn’t as off putting to him as he thought. Charlie and Vaggie had their moments but months of being a shadow on the wall during their quarrels served to teach him that one disagreement didn’t have to mean the end of a relationship. If anything, working through it could make it stronger.

He felt Angel move next to him to dry the clean dishes. Alastor glanced at him from the corner of his eye, “Have you ever experienced...that is to say, have you ever been in love?”

Angel didn’t slow his methodological movements as he nodded.

“Oh.”

It had been almost silent but Angel heard it. He put the dishes away and waited for Al to finish washing the last few mugs, leaning an elbow on the counter and resting his cheek on his fist, “Have you?”

“No.”

“Hm.”

“Indeed.” Alastor wondered why he even bothered indulging in his confusing thoughts. The owl had described what Angel made him feel down to walking on damn air. Only thing it had gotten wrong was it hadn’t been as quickly as it had been with Bambi or Thumper, or Flower. It had been after Angel had decreased his advances and increased his willingness to simply chat with him well into the evening. How he didn’t blink twice when he’d made his famous gumbo with meat from his hunt or judged him he had walked on him snacking on fingers like they had been buffalo wings one night. As a matter of a fact, Angel had taken his cannibalism without fuss at all though Alastor chalked that up with Angel being a predator demon himself.

Then it had been the way Angel carried himself, even when he was ‘on the clock’. What Alastor had once seen as vulgar promiscuity, he now saw as hunting tactics. And if Angel had fun during his means to an end well more power to him. It was when he was off the clock, though, that Alastor found him the most endearing. When he was playing with Fat Nuggets. When he was having girl time with Niffy and Charlie, playing poker with Husk, and watching documentaries with Vaggie.

It was the way Angel smiled when he did all of this, content and relaxed, that made Alastor’s head spin and heart flutter. The way he cried if the documentary was about nature and a cute animal died. It was the way Angel was weak by demon standards but strong by human. By his standards.

“Al?”

Alastor jumped when Angel gently shook him by the shoulder with a worried frown. He felt himself smile, “Yes, darling?”

“I said that the mugs are clean enough. Give’em here so we can go to bed.” Angel took the squeaky clean mugs from Alastor and quickly dried them, putting them in their cupboard and tossing the dish towel into a basket next to the sink.

The two demons stared at each other, waiting for something neither knew the other wanted.

Sighing, Angel shook his head and offered a small smile, “Alright, I’m gonna go hit the hay. See ya tomorrow, Smiles.”

“Sweet dreams, dear.” As Al watched Angel retreat, a moment of foolish bravery overcame him and he called out to him, “Angel!”

Angel paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder, “Yeah?” He watched as Alastor summoned his microphone to fiddle with more than anything, something he’d noticed the deer did when he was nervous. Strangely enough, Alastor only did that when they were alone. It was cute.

Having found the words he wanted, or gathered his courage, Alastor asked in an unfiltered voice, “Do ya think...Do y’think you could fall’n love again?”

Self restraint was surprisingly on of Angel’s stronger suits, despite what he led people to believe. And now, he was happy it was because without it, he would’ve overstepped Alastor’s personal space and ruin whatever it was that was happening right now. Instead he lowered his lids and smiled warmly, “Yeah, I could. What about you? Think you could give being twitterpated a shot?”

“I won’t act a fool like those little animals from the picture, will I?”

“Would you care?” Angel asked as he reached out a hand.

Alastor thought about it for a second but answered Angel’s smile with a warmer one of his own and laced his fingers with Angel’s, allowing the spider to lead him upstairs to bed, “Not at all.”

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