#daley

[chalk-tablet-towers]

Guys please I'm so normal-

Nix in the Doncamatic video ♡ I'll probably toss her into a few more screencaps i have the video because why tf not

A little more clear version of Nix:

[masterjarthub]

Chuggington Headcanon: Payce & Daley

Daley, the express courier chugger introduced in Season 5, reuses the same model of Payce, the Tootington high speed link tunnel runner from Season 4, albeit with minor modifications. This means they have the same basis as well, which is the Siemens Velaro family:

Payce is canonically Tootington's fastest, so she was quite popular nationwide, but she and Daley never knew each other throughout their time growing up in Tootington. A couple years after Daley first came to Chuggington, which was offscreen between S4 and S5, it was noticed by multiple chuggers how similar he looked to Payce and joked about them being lost siblings. Sometime after, it was revealed they were indeed related.

Hear are some additional facts:

Payce and Daley become platonic best friends and spend a lot of their spare time together, usually racing all over Chuggington and Tootington, watching movies at ride-in theaters or hanging out with Hanzo and Koko, and got to know each other after years of not even knowing they were related.

Payce still lives in Tootington, but she and Daley become honorary Speed Fleet members. They are usually on the team with Koko and Hanzo in events and races, such as the Track Dash from the S4 episode "Team Trainee." Also, they often join Koko and Hanzo in their meditation sessions in between their passenger runs and deliveries.

As promised, Daley lets Koko assist in his express courier deliveries. This is on a semi-regular basis.

As skilled, careful and disciplined these two are, it doesn't stop Payce's bravery and Daley's confidence from causing them to end up in an incident or two on rare occasion. One frosty morning, Payce and Daley offered to grit the mountain tracks of Rocky Ridge while the Chug Patrollers were busy. Unfortunately, Daley accidentally caused a landslide by blaring his horn and they were trapped by heaps of snow and rubble. Luckily they were quickly rescued shortly after.

Eventually, more young high-speed chuggers are recruited as candidates to join Speed Fleet, and Payce and Daley are quite often teaching these apprentices. We have yet to find out who these youngsters are and who will join...

[picspammer]

Happy birthday to the mind-blowing album that is Plastic Beach, released on this day in 2010 🐙

[hausofmao]

DONCAMATIC (Gorillaz feat Daley)

Model: Bo Evensen

[dominimoonbeam]

Am I determined to put more David/Huxley fics into the world? Yes, yes I am.

Am I also indulging in some amnesia trope?

...yep.

<3

Still working on this one but I like sharing!

The as of yet unnamed Daley amnesia fic. <3 <3

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Huxley woke up in a dimly lit room, the glow of machines and the bare wisps of light edging in around the blinds already enough to make his eyes ache and his skull throb. He tried to lift an arm, to throw it over his face, but the effort was suddenly too great.

He didn’t feel right.

He didn’t feel well.

He groaned and tried to roll over, away from the window, squinting in a desperate bid to see where he was.

“Sunflower?” a deep voice rasped, full of worry and relief.

It was beautiful and Huxley instantly hoped whoever the guy was talking to was okay.

Another voice was in the room. Hands pressed him gently onto his back.

There were questions but he couldn’t catch them. His head hurt.

“You’re okay, Sunflower. Just rest,” the voice said.

Good, Huxley thought. He was glad that guy’s Sunflower was okay.

When he woke up again, he was alone and this time he was able to slowly open his eyes and sit up.

His head still hurt and he was grateful that the light wasn’t sneaking in through the blinds anymore.

It didn’t take him long to realize he was in one of the rooms in the healing ward. He had a vague memory of hitting the ice. Only it wasn’t the ice… It was a stick. He’d landed on someone’s hockey stick and there had been an ear splitting crack.

He palmed the side of his head, but of course there wasn’t a wound there even if there had been one before.

“You’re awake,” someone whispered.

Huxley squinted up at the stranger.

They were quick to tell him where he was and that he was okay. A healer. He nodded and thanked them for the patch up, trying to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and get up. His vision blurred and his head ached.

“Oh! Hang on,” the healer’s whisper strained in their rush to brace his shoulder. “You’ve still got a concussion. I want to get another look at you, ask a few questions, and then you and your husband can head home.”

Huxley’s head jerked up to look at the healer, only to wince at the pain the movement shot through the backs of his eyes. His hand pressed at his forehead again. “What?”

“The head injury was really bad, Mr. Shaw. Please, take it easy.”

“Mister—” he started and then stopped, laughing a little. “I think you’ve got the wrong patient.”

The healer was quiet and he assumed they were reeling from their own mistake. He looked up, about to try to assure them it was fine. Mistakes happen all the time. It wasn’t a problem. But the way they were looking back at him made him swallow those words. “Honey…What’s your name?” the healer asked.

Huxley felt sick and it suddenly had nothing to do with his head. Okay, no, it still had a lot to do with his head but this sinking feeling was new. He gave his name. He knew his name. No matter what people said, he wasn’t stupid.

The healer nodded slowly but there was something careful about it. “What year is it?”

He answered.

The healer nodded again, even slower. “Okay. Hang on. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Why? Am I wrong?” he laughed. He wasn’t wrong. It was 2023. He was playing hockey for Dahlia in his last year at DAMN.

“Just stay put, okay? Everything is alright. I’ll be right back with a colleague and we’ll get this straightened out.”

Before he could ask what they meant, they were gone and he was alone in the dark room again.

He got out of bed and stumbled, shoulder hitting the wall but he managed to stay on his feet. There was a duffle bag on a chair and he found some clothes in it. They were his size and he pulled them on hurriedly. He hoped one of his teammates had brought them and that he wasn’t stealing. This night was bad enough already.

His heart was pounding. He needed to get out of there. He needed to get back to his house and just figure out what was going on. He couldn’t find his phone and swore under his breath.

He ducked out of the room into the hallway, cringing at even the low lights of the nighttime corridor. He kept his shoulder to the wall as he walked, using it to stay upright and moving the right direction every time his vision blurred and his head made it feel like the ground was tipping.

“Mr. Shaw?” someone shouted.

Who the fuck was Mr. Shaw and why did that healer think it was him?

He turned a corner and almost ran into a tall guy. “Woah! I didn’t know you were already up,” the guy said, hand on his arm to steady him.

Huxley squinted at the face. The guy clearly knew him but he didn’t know this guy.

“You took a really bad hit. You had us all worried.” The guy smiled but it looked strained now. “Do you wanna sit down?”

Huxley swallowed hard and shook his head, pushing past the stranger and toward the elevator. “Sorry. I… I gotta go…” His legs almost buckled when he stepped into the lift.

The guy definitely looked worried now.

Voices were rising down the hallway now. It was already too loud and part of him worried there might be actual alarms going off. Could they make him stay? No. He needed to go.

Huxley hit the button for the lobby, the doors sliding shut just as shadows were running into the corridor, someone exchanging fast words with the guy Huxley had run into. The guy lunged for the elevator, trying to catch the doors, but a split second too late.

Huxley panted, fear adding another layer to that headache behind his eyes. Fuck! What was going on? Who were these people and what did they want from him?

He tried to catch his breath.

The elevator finally came to a stop and opened. Too bright. Too loud.

Oh shit.

His legs almost gave out again, his skull splitting. He pressed his hands to his ears. Fuck!

And then a shadow fell over him, blotting out the fluorescents. The elevator doors slid shut again and Huxley groaned, shaking his head. “No.” He needed to get out of this place. He didn’t want to go back upstairs. He wanted to go home.

“Hux,” a deep voice said quietly, full of worry.

He dropped his hands, sagging into the corner of the elevator. He needed to call someone.

A body pressed against his, keeping him up and blocking out the world. Huxley relaxed a fraction. “I…I gotta go home…” he tried to explain.

A hand gently cupped the side of his face, big and warm. “Okay. I’ll take you home.”

He sighed heavily, dropping his head forward onto the stranger’s chest like he’d done it a thousand times before. It felt right. And this guy was going to take him home. Everything was going to be okay.

The elevator opened onto that sleepy floor again, but there were people waiting and that healer.

Huxley groaned and tried to shake his head, tried to back up but all he could do was push the back of his head against the metal wall of the elevator. “No… I…” He struggled. His head hurt so bad.

Those steady hands were still on him, cupping the sides of his neck. “It’s okay. We’ll talk to the healers and then we’ll go home.”

Huxley tensed. It was in the way this guy said, “we’ll go home.” Like they lived together.  But Hux hadn’t had a roommate in over a year. He looked up, despite the way his lids struggled to stay open, to get a look at this guy. He was big enough to be on his team, that was for sure, but he wasn’t.

The guy looked back at him, worry making a little crease in his brow that was both familiar and completely new. “Sunflower?”

Huxley stared, shaking his head slowly. “I don’t… Who are you?”

[musictyme]

Daley - Alone Together ft. Marsha Ambrosius

[amethystsoda]

always still thinking about the artsy cool aesthetic of the early 2010's

[piperslovebot]

Jeia/Dylan-Haley parallels

-Dylan and Jay are himbo men (Jay is a lot smarter and less y’know that Dylan haha)

-Haley and Leia’s first relationship

-their main figures weren’t on board (Claire/Red) while the others (Phil/Kitty) were more chill about it

[dogswithboobs]

S.S. daley ss24

[roughridingrednecks]

Daley

[coffinwoodx]

remember when daley fucking died in the gorillaz canon

[detournementsmineurs]

Daisy Head dans "Donjons et Dragons : L'Honneur des Voleurs" de Jonathan Goldstein et John Francis Daley - adaptaté du jeu de rôle éponyme créé par Gary Gygax et Dave Arneson (circa 1970) - avril 2023.

[picspammer]

The song is not the same when we're all played out

[groovinontheinside]

DEAN/HALEY

[dominimoonbeam]

I Don't Know You - 3

the david/huxley amnesia au!!!

tags: amnesia, angst, hurt/comfort, confusion, married characters

To read it from the start, check it out on ao3. <3

I Don't Know You - 3

Gavin and Huxley settled in the big bed, forehead almost touching and arms around each other. It was not the first time Gavin had snuggled Hux, but it was the first time he had seemed so… fragile. It was like he was barely holding himself together and hanging onto Gavin like he’d disappear if he let go.

Gavin delicately stroked Huxley’s hair back from his temple, scratching at his scalp and trying to ease the obvious pain in the other man’s head. Huxley’s breathing finally evened out.

“You know, I’ve never gotten to lay in this bed before,” Gavin said quietly, trying to ease into conversation or maybe just lighten the mood. Really, he probably wasn’t the best person for this job—he was just the fastest to get there. He should probably call Damian or Lasko…

“Why not?”

“Hm?” Gavin smirked. “Wolves are territorial,” he joked. But the joke didn’t land.

Huxley’s brow creased with concern. “Like… Like he wouldn’t let you in here?” he asked, worry twisting in his aura.

Gavin shook his head, cupping Huxley’s cheek. This was no time for jokes. Huxley didn’t know David right now. “No. But he would have frowned cutely if I had flopped down in your bed under other circumstances. David would never tell me or anyone else you love to get out of your space. But it’s also his bed and I respect that. Usually…” He smiled.

Huxley nodded slowly. “So… He and I really are…”

Gavin’s heart ached for him. “Wild about each other? Living together? Married? Yeah.”

Huxley looked at him with a flicker of hope so fragile that Gavin held his breath. “So, I’m happy?”

The question was so fragile and so layered. “Oh, big guy… Yes. We used to come over for dinner and barbeques all the time when we lived here. Damien and Lasko still do. And you love this pack, and they love you. They practically fill the stands at your games.”

Huxley’s eyes misted over and he looked away. “I don’t remember any of them…” he whispered, the words full of guilt.

Gavin wished he could fix this—heal it. “Did they say… The empowered healers… Will it come back?” he asked gently.

Huxley closed his eyes and shrugged. “They said it should but like, you know, like they can’t promise anything but it should?”

Gavin nodded, hanging onto him. “Okay. That’s okay. Should is good. So, right now, you just need to know that the hot guy in your house is, in fact, your partner and not some crazy person trying to kidnap you.”

Hux huffed a laugh, wincing at the pain in his head but smiling. “I wouldn’t have said it like that but yeah… I guess…”

Gavin smiled, shifting on the bed to snuggle closer, settling in for what he expected would be a nap once Huxley finally let sleep take him again. “David is good, and he’s head over heels for you. He’d rather die than let anything bad happen to you.” Honestly, Gavin wasn’t surprised that David’s aura had been so distressed. Of course, it was. He couldn’t begin to imagine how he’d feel if his freelancer forgot him… He hugged Huxley tighter, feeling him relax against him. “You guys go hiking all the time. You got us to go camping with some other couples last year. It was fun. And you two have a ridiculous garden in the backyard that you’re so proud of…” He rambled until he felt Hux fall asleep, and then he stayed like that, snuggling him while sending off a text to his deviant to let them know what was going on.

-

David wasn’t exactly surprised to start getting texts from Damien about twenty minutes after Gavin showed up.

He sat on the couch in the living room lit only by daylight sneaking in through the blinds.

Damien wanted to know exactly what the healers had said.

David texted him back. Damien was a doer and David understood that and what he was after. He wanted facts. He needed them the same way that David had needed them last night. He huffed a thin, tired laugh when Damien started replying with lists of instructions for concussions.

-When can we visit? Do you need us to bring anything?

David stared at his phone. He had about a dozen texts just like that one.

Damien called.

David flicked the screen and answered.

“Was your phone on silent?” Damien whispered. “I shouldn’t have called without asking first…”

“It was. It’s fine.”

“Is Gav still there?”

David looked toward the dark hallway and their bedroom door down there. “Yeah.”

“I know Hux needs to rest and a bunch of us over at the same time could be overwhelming,” Damien said. “I…I didn’t want to text it and for it to come off…cold or… whatever. But we’re here whenever you need us or whenever he wants us over. We can come over one at a time or just drop stuff off, whatever you need.”

David nodded, even though Damien wouldn’t see it. “Thank you. It’ll probably be good for him to see you guys. He…doesn’t recognize the house.” Or me. He doesn’t recognize me, David thought but couldn’t say.

“It’ll come back,” Damien said, sounding almost certain.

David pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah. I’ll let you know when he’s up for company, okay?”

“Okay. And seriously, David, if there’s anything you guys need, call us.”

“Thanks.”

They hung up.

David closed his eyes.

He fell asleep for a while because when he woke, it was to the sense that Milo was close by. Outside. He got up, stretching and looking around the living room. He had been out for a few hours, the sun high outside. It wasn’t hard for David to sense that his mate was still asleep in the other room.

He looked at his phone on his way to the front door. He had a lot of messages. Milo had texted to tell him he was coming over with food and asked if he had any particular requests.

David opened the door and stepped out onto the porch.

Milo’s truck was there and he was leaning against it, waiting. He hadn’t tried to come inside or knocked on the door. He’d just waited.

“Sorry,” David rasped. “I fell asleep.”

Milo nodded, looking him over. “That’s fine. No change?”

David shook his head.

Milo’s shoulders dropped. “I guess it’s only been half a day. Healer said it could take a couple weeks, right?” He went around to the back door of his car. “Asher’s been fielding most of the pack questions and keeping them from descending on the house. But we couldn’t exactly stop them from bringing food…” He pulled out a box of foil wrapped dishes.

David took it from him and he pulled a second out. “Jesus… They do know I can make food for myself right?” he grumped.

Milo smiled. “Yeah, but since you usually bring them food when they’re sick or having a hard time, they probably thought this was a good chance to return the favor?”

David led the way back to the house, crossing the threshold and realizing that Milo had stopped just outside, glancing down the hallway and then back to David, waiting. He would stay outside if David told him to. Fuck, Milo wouldn’t even be offended. Huxley was hurt and he didn’t remember any of them. Milo would do anything to help or to just not make this worse.

David nudged his head toward the kitchen, silently inviting Milo in, grateful beyond belief to have him. He paused, about to remind him to be quiet when he closed the door, but Milo was already gently shutting it.

David put the box on the kitchen counter and started pulling dishes out. He was a tray of enchiladas and a casserole in before suddenly getting hit by déjà vu. The last time he’d seen this many dishes like this had been right after his dad died. It seemed like everyone had made him food and brought it over, filling the fridge and the freezer.

His hands shook.

“Boss?” Milo asked, voice hushed but right there beside him. He took the dishes from him and put them down on the counter. “David?”

David closed his eyes and nodded. He was fine. This wasn’t the same thing. Hux wasn’t…

Milo grabbed his arm, squeezing. “It’s going to be okay. He’s okay.”

David tried to believe those words, but Huxley didn’t feel okay right now, so David struggled to imagine how anything else could be.

-

Huxley was more asleep than awake, but slowly rising. His head hurt, but more than that, he was hungry.

He shifted in bed, pressing into the body beside him, looking for that familiar comfort but not quite finding it. This wasn’t how he usually held him, touched him. This wasn’t how he smelled. This… wasn’t him.

Huxley woke fully with a jolt of confusion, opening his eyes only to cringe and narrow them. He sat up, trying to get away.

“Woah, hang on,” Gavin said, sitting up with him, hands on his upper arms to keep him from toppling off the side of the bed. “It’s just me.”

The bedroom door opened just as Huxley was remembering why Gavin was there and where they were. He looked at David in the doorway, the pressure in his chest swelling when he had nothing to offer that stranger with the hard, worried expression. He looked down, ashamed like he’d stolen something from him.

Gavin still had hands on his shoulders, but shifted up onto his knees. “What’s that smell?”

Huxley’s stomach actually growled. “Enchiladas,” he answered in a mumble. He felt shaky hungry. He supposed that made sense. The last time he’d eaten had been yesterday, before the game… or at least, he assumed it had. The last time he could remember eating had technically been three years ago…

“Yeah,” David coughed, stepping back into the hallway. “We’re taking them out of the oven. I can bring you some if you want to stay in bed.”

Huxley shook his head, carefully sliding off the bed to stand up. “I’ll come out. I just gotta…” He gestured toward the open doorway to a bathroom he’d noticed earlier.

“Want help?” Gavin asked with a grin in his voice.

Huxley appreciated that—not the offer, but the way he was still acting like himself. He huffed, smiling. “I think I got it, thanks.”

He shuffled into the bathroom, flicking on the light and wincing, almost backing out of the open bathroom to get away from that bright white glow. His back hit a wall that wasn’t there before. “Hang on,” David said, voice low and right behind him. He reached in and did something to the lights, dimming them down until Huxley could blink and open his eyes again.

“Thanks, dude. Sorry,” he mumbled, his back still against David’s chest.

One big hand touched his side, framing ribs and holding him steady. “It’s okay. Take your time.”

Huxley didn’t really need time, he just didn’t want to move yet. This was the comfort he’d been looking for when he was barely awake. He was glad he was facing the other way, because he felt heat climbing his neck to his face. He swallowed and grabbed the door frame, pulling himself forward and away from that warm chest. Separating hurt.

-

David let him go, his core aching to follow him into the bathroom, to stay close, to touch and hold, but he let him go and stepped back, the door sliding shut.

He knew Gavin was still there in the room, watching everything and probably seeing more than anyone else would. Daemons.

The bedroom door was still open from when he’d burst in. He hadn’t meant to. He’d heard the way Huxley inhaled and then Gavin reassuring him and been down the hall to the door, panic in his chest.

“I can wait for him,” Gavin said, leaning against the wall.

David nodded, hating to leave his mate to anyone else’s care but knowing it was probably better for now. “Thanks,” he muttered, heading for the door.

“It’s going to be okay,” Gavin said.

David stopped just in the doorway to look back at him, surprised. He and Gavin got along fine, but they had a sort of routine. Gavin flirted and David frowned uncomfortably. It made for good amusement for their friends and their mates. But Gavin had never comforted him.

The incubus smiled like he realized he’d broken routine too. He shrugged. “Special circumstances,” he explained.

David huffed and walked out of the room, heading back down the hall to the kitchen just as Milo was taking that tray of enchiladas out.

Huxley had recognized the scent of them. David had put them in first because they were one of his favorites. Marie made them and Hux usually couldn’t get enough. He had remembered the scent… That was something.