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noellexdriscoll · 3 months ago
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where: when in rome
Noelle made a new batch of cinnamon apple tarts as a part of the fall menu, as well as a few pumpkin spiced muffins and she neatly set a few of each in a cute little box. She'd sent everyone home early that evening and said she would finish cleaning up, so she did just that and grabbed her box of sweets, along with her purse and left.
Noelle made her way to When In Rome and walked inside to find Foster, her ex-husband. Though he didn't seem much like an ex husband anymore. "I brought you these. From the fall menu." She told him with a smile, handing him a box.
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inadeqcies · 4 days ago
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○    NOW DELIVERING TO . . .    ⏤ @alrighties !
" you're good with that, right ? " ricardo asks , with a small nod to the camera in the man's hands . his eyes are cold and lifeless as they stick to the object , before he slowly looks up and meets the other's eyes . the eyes are the window to the soul , unless you're ricardo who's never had much of one to begin with . " get anything good last night ? " the inference is clear . PHOTOS SELL . shock jocks are equally beloved and despised . ricardo's fingers tap against the screen of his phone . he isn't above bribing but he'll give the man a chance to be SELFLESSLY GENEROUS first .
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lucienmelaina · 7 months ago
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closed starter for @wordsseekingtruth
The train incident had caught everything off guard and as the smoke kept rising on the horizon, Lucien caught himself unable to stand still. It stung, knowing how unfit he was for any mission outside the walls, as well as for most of the work that was taking place inside the town, what with his unavailable limbs and low endurance.
But the idea dawned on him during a particularly restless night- the notion that he could be of some use without even leaving the library excited him, enhanced by the knowledge that he had the perfect person to help living a few doors down the street.
If he wanted to help, that is. He knocked on Foster's door with his cane, with a nervousness that almost made him blush. "Foster? It's Lucien," he called out, giving the man the excuse to pretend to be absent if he wanted to.
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jaywinstcn · 2 months ago
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"Can't believe you let someone new make a drink." Jay mutters, unfairly. He is willing to be flexible on some shit but if his drink isn't strong enough. What's the point in paying all that money for it? He rests his arm against the surface of the bar, nodding his head. "Might as well have given me cough syrup. That's what this shit tastes like."
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@fcsterdriscoll
"Look, if you hate it, don't blame me." Foster leaned his side against the bar, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Jay try the drink. "They're training a new bartender here, and I'm pretty sure the kid just turned 21. It's either way too strong or not strong enough, and judging by your face...I'm hedging my bets on not strong enough." A quirked eyebrow, with a little smirk as he continued. "Am I right or am I right?"
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 6 months ago
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"Grandfather."
Ra's knew who the boy was the moment he'd snuck into the room. He'd allowed the child--more man than child now, but everyone was a child compared to him--moments to steel himself while Ra's refrained from acknowledging his presence. The boy's breath was barely audible but unsteady, and a drop of something fell to the floor.
His grandson was injured. "Danyal," he greeted and finally gazed upon him for the first time in seven years.
Danyal had grown into his father's height, yet stayed lean in regards to his musculature. His black hair had grown out of the League-regulation haircut, held back in a messy braid. He held himself as strong as he could, but kept an arm wrapped around his stomach. His shirt--standard American teenage garb, he dismissed--was spotted with blood and he could see bandages poking out from under the cloth.
With great care, Danyal knelt before the Demon Head and recited the Oath of Loyalty.
Ra's watched.
The boy's tongue, fat with English, spoke the League's variant of Arabic with the grace of a mace to the head, yet his words were clear. He took his time speaking the oath, carefully sounding out words, working hard to avoid mispronunciation. The Oath in question was the older version, from before Deathstroke's insurrection, but Danyal spoke it with a calm certainty that it would be accepted.
And without a doubt, it would be accepted.
Talia's eldest son had been born from her body instead of through science, a mistake that nearly cost her the child and damaged him upon birth. While the best doctors in the world saved his life, Danyal Al Ghul would always be weak in a fight, always prone to illness, always struggling to excel. When it became clear that the boy couldn't become the next Demon Head, Ra's sent Talia to create a replacement while arrangements were made for her first child to be taught business and science, for the betterment of the League. Danyal, very much his father's child, thrived in his intellectual pursuits while Damian grew and developed into a budding assassin.
But Danyal was more like his father than he'd ever knew. Ra's couldn't miss the signs of one of his family turning away from the League. Not the mission--Danyal had written several university level papers defending the environment by the time the boy was 10--but Ra's methods...
Ra's had a conundrum. Danyal was a dedicated conservationist; once the boy was an adult, Ra's was certain he'd take the world by storm and bring the League to new heights. But if he forced his methods onto Danyal, he could create an enemy of him, just as his father was.
Ra's gave Danyal an offer; Danyal would be allowed to leave the League and live a normal life if and only if he faked his own death in such a way that reinforced Damian's loyalty to the League of Assassins.
Danyal had been hesitant at first, but past his test with flying colors. Instigating one of the more unstable assassins into organizing a coup, cutting the insurgents off near immediately, but "dying" protecting both his younger brother and mother. It was a masterful performance. Even Talia hadn't known about the deceit.
And yet, here he was, on his knees, pledging loyalty. Danyal knew what that meant, knew what he was returning to, which morals he would be allowed to keep.
"And what do you bring with you, child of no one?" Why should the League accept the return of this child, who left once before?
Danyal met his eyes. "I bring with me, my team, who are loyal to me and me alone. I bring with me, research surrounding the Lazarus Pits, in origins and further uses for the waters." Ra's raised an eyebrow, and Danyal smirked. "I bring with me, my knowledge, nurtured within this very home and sharpened in the world outside. I bring with me, my weapons, built with my own hands. I bring with me... my body, finally healthy and whole." He brought his head down to the floor, trembling with pain. "I bring my whole self to the Demon's Head, for Him to accept or reject."
Ra's smiled. "By the shadows that guard our order and the blood that binds us, I accept this oath. From this day forward, you are an instrument of the League, a harbinger of justice, and a weapon in the hand of Ra's Al Ghul."
Danyal returned to his feet, swaying percariously. He needed immediate medical attention. Despite this, he continued, "Long live the League of Assassins. Long live Ra's Al Ghul."
And he collapsed onto the floor.
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savvage-arts · 2 years ago
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DADS! DADS! DADS! DADS!
(Full image+ Bonus Jodie below😇)
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bugflies00 · 3 months ago
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fostering au fundy timeline ^__^ more ramble under cut
he has a white streak similar to his dad except his is since birth not from stress!! dont ask me how that works genetically i do not know . during his Phase as a teen he dyes it blue as well as straightens his hair so he looks the least possible like wilbur… also i only gave him the headphones for the teenager stage just to emphasise. well. his general teenage moodiness But truth is he has those noise cancelling headphones permanently attached around his head lol. not shown here: this specific hoodie for sims 4 toddlers that he ABSOLUTELY owned and wore EVERY DAY as a kid except it was too hard to draw and it hid his face too much for the design lineup purpose of this. but he wore that thang til it stank and wilbur had to rip it off him for laundry TRUST. the fox autism is strong in this child. i settled for a lil fox doodle on his shirt ^_^
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vicedmuses · 4 months ago
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THEY WERE GIVING RERUNS OF MOESHA ON TELEVISION. that was really all giovanni was focusing on as he waited around for his boyfriend. the man didn't even know that foster was home, even though he couldn't be surprised seeing as how this was actually his place. he tried his best not to pay too much attention to him, checking his phone to see when his partner was set to come back home. stood up again... although he'd never admit to that out loud, it'd be embarrassing for forest to find that out. " YEAH, I AM. " there was a bit of sass laced into his words at the comment. he didn't want to just sit around and take whatever the man had to dish out to him. being stood up was one thing, being picked on was a whole other. he just scoffed and leaned back on the couch, looking at forest from the corner of his eyes. still, he tried not to pay him too much attention. he hated when the other man won these little arguments. " sorry i'm making the home much more lively with my presence. i basically pay my share in making sure you and him eat home cooked meals. "
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HE SHOULDN'T REALLY BE SURPRISED AT THIS POINT. they were even more ever-present than his actual roommate these days, almost like a ghost haunting their shitty apartment whenever foster thought he'd have the place all to himself. maybe there was something he was missing, a reason for their near-constant presence. and sure, it would be great to have some open communication. but he would rather be aloof for now. never been really great at sincere conversations : better at expressing himself through brushwork than words. ❝ OH, YOU'RE HERE AGAIN ... ❞ a remark devoid of any enthusiasm, despite the curt smile that lifted the corners of lips upward. foster sat down next to them on the couch, legs criss-cross applesauce as he attempted to focus at whatever mindless show was playing on the television screen. and he had half a mind to steal the remote lying on their thigh and change the channel just for a reaction. ❝ i think i should just start charging you rent since you're always here anyway. ❞
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garrywantspasta · 1 month ago
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Ok, I'm bringing this back because I don't remember posting in here. ✨🤌🌈🙆🏽
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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year ago
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Cynthia Cruz Diagnosis // David Foster Wallace // Olivia Rodrigo lacy // pinterest // Jamie Varon Does The Universe Fight For Souls To Be Together? // Ethel Cain Inbred // Chen Chen Popular Street // Meggie C. Royer Tragedies // Olivia Rodrigo making the bed // @ely-n // Mary Oliver "The Return," What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems // Meg Day "There's Snow in the West," Last Psalm at Sea Level
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abnormallyo-a-k · 3 months ago
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I'm back pushing my terricky agenda onto you all- what do you know about them? what do you knOW about thEM?? anyway i love them with all my heart and here's my design notes on this -
so this is pre-betrayal. don't ask me the timeline, I may have the timeline but I'm not placing this anywhere First and foremost, on the left- it's not coloured and wont be because I'm lazy but Nicky is wearing Terry's purple sweater, and Terry is wearing a Glenn Close Trio shirt that Nicky has had for years at this point On one of Nicky's many necklaces is a guitar pick, one of the first ones Glenn gave him after he remembered both timelines. He turned it into a necklace to always keep on him, even when they fight and argue. Terry is wearing one of those tight-knit fishnet undershirts with an open chest (saw an image on Pinterest of it and went with it) with one of those sheer mesh cropped shirts over top. His big ass goth ass coat is lacking details again bc lazy but it definitely has a lot more pockets and buckles on it. And yes, Goth Terry is Canon to Me and he absolutely would do some really cool ass punk inspired makeup on Nicky or try out different trad goth makeup ideas on him for fun. Nicky, in turn, paints his nails. Typically they were always black, but occasionally they'd be red or purple or what have you if they felt a lil spicy. Terry also only wears upside down cross jewelry so that normal cross necklaces don't bother Nicky, because you know,,, demon
Also Nicky's tail is wrapped around Terry's leg because he's fruity I stand on the fact that Nicky crushed and fell first and Terry did not realize for a Very Long time because he's a fucking Dumbass and I love him for it
thank you for coming to my Ted (Terricky) Talk, I'll see you again another time when I crawl from the void
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George C. Foster - The Change - Eclipse - 1970
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unluckyprime · 2 years ago
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nicks like . fine. he’s fucking it up in hell as a torso rn <3
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the-great-gullon-incident · 10 months ago
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Gisela: You should’ve called for backup.
Sophie: I should’ve called child protection services.
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jackson-darby · 1 year ago
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Jackson laughed dryly, no real trace of humor to the sound. The anger dropped like a leaden weight, leaving him feeling only exhausted. "I don't think you're the only one," he admitted after a moment, feeling the sudden need to explain, to drag someone else into this mess with him. Maybe gain some clarity or... fuck if he knew. He just felt so lost, adrift in a stormy sea of his own making with nothing and no one to cling to. "I don't think you'd know her. She joined the band and we just... I don't know, man, it was like we made magic together. Which sounds like some Disney bullshit, I know, but it's true. And we got swept up in it, got married in Vegas because it was fun, and then it just got... real, I guess." A beat passed and then two. "I don't want to love anyone," he admitted quietly, alcohol loosening his tongue while he could do little to stop it. And maybe it was for the best. Maybe he just needed to get it out so it was out there instead of stuck inside, haunting him like vengeful ghosts. "I'm so tired of watching people leave. At some point, you just gotta hold the door open for 'em, you know?"
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Foster didn't fight him, numbly handing over the bottle as Jackson reached for it. Married. Almost 10 years ago now, if Foster knew shit about math, at which point he would've still been in Philly —maybe watching the deterioration of his only serious relationship just as Jackson was saying his vows... He'd still been thinking of Jackson as the little kid he shared a bed with on occasion, but he'd been running into adulthood headfirst. "I always thought, if you got married, it'd be because Ivy chased you down the aisle with a shotgun," he said quietly, like the hurt came from getting it wrong instead of being cut out of the process entirely. "Who was she? Anyone I'd know?"
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itsnotmystic · 3 months ago
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Good Things Happen On Pasta Night
Summary: Techno mindlessly accepted Phil's follow request and went back to scrolling. It wasn't until a couple minutes later when a notification stating that Phil had sent them a video that the gravity of the situation hit them.
Techno had their pronouns listed in their bio. Phil had to have seen them.
Oh shit.
or; Techno is a foster kid and non-binary. Not a great combo, but nobody has to know. Until Phil knows.
Characters: Technoblade, Philza, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
Alternate Universe - Foster Family
Alternate Universe - Human
Technoblade-centric (Video Blogging RPF)
They/Them Pronouns for Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)
Autistic Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)
Technoblade Has Dyed Hair (Video Blogging RPF)
lovely tag omg
Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings
Good Parent Phil Watson | Philza
Non-Binary Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)
Technoblade Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF)
Adoption
Foster Care
Panic Attacks
Anxiety Attacks
Technoblade Has an Anxiety Disorder (Video Blogging RPF)
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