#dropping the professionalism for a minute im sorry this account has been a little dead!

[sciencecourt]

Hi Dockter I'm a huge Soup2Nuts/Tom Snyder productions fan myself. Have you ever looked into or watched Hey Monie!, I think it's an exceptional show as well and a great addition to Soup2Nut's productions. Sadly all recordings and archives of it are especially low quality, as are many of Soup2Nut's archived shows on the internet.

Oh and ever head of The Dick and Paula Celebrity Special? I tried getting into it, but I didn't find my self getting attached all that much to the concept or characters.

Best of luck on finding anything else Science Court related! It's one of, if not, my favorite show.

Hello moxie-mallahah! I'm so glad to meet a like-minded fan. I've seen people love one show from mr. snyder and none the rest, so it's always a pleasant surprise to see somebody who's into soup2nuts as a whole!

I actually haven't watched Hey Monie, since I thought it was completely lost to time. I'll have to give it a watch! As for Dick and Paula, I've skimmed through it but never had a full rewatch myself. I'm not sure how I'll feel, but seeing as I love concepts like these (Bill and Ted is one of my favorite movies, after all) I think I'll give it a good rating regardless.

Thank you for your ask! I'll keep searching, for sure. I always wonder what our friends back at the Science Court are up to.

[meldy-writes]

Luckiest Girl in the World (Daryl Dixon X Wife! Reader)

Context:So I have an alt AO3 because for some reason I didn’t think a walking dead fic fit with the fanfictions I had under my Pen Name’s account, but at this point, I don’t think it really matters. Anyway, there’s this Daryl X Reader fic I’m writing on this alt account and I’m at the point where I’m writing two ways the story could branch, and there’s this little scene from the path I didn’t take that could work as a drabble. If you like this, or if you want to read the fic for context, it’s here. Be warned, it’s pretty long.

Summary: The Reader has been with the group since the CDC, and along the way, she fell in love and married Daryl Dixon. Now they’re in Alexandria and Aiden, one of Deanna’s sons has begun to harbor a crush. He doesn’t seem to realize that she’s taken. (Daryl’s not really mentioned until the last couple of paragraphs, but I thought those paragraphs were cute enough to warrant this being tagged as an x reader fic.)

Aiden sat at the top of the fence with her, casually leaning back in his seat. The front legs of the plastic chair were off the ground, his feet planted as he rocked back and forth.

“You’re gonna to fall backwards, you know.” (y/n) stated.

“You worried I’m going to get hurt?” he teased, leaning even farther back.

“No. In fact, I think it’d be funny. I just don’t want your mommy to yell at me.”

He let out a snort and put his arms behind his head as he began to rock back and forth. She rolled her eyes, amusement dancing on her features as she eyed the back legs of the chair in anticipation. As she predicted, they eventually snapped, and Aiden promptly fell backwards just as she’d cautioned.

She let out a barking laugh, and a few people passing by stopped to look up at her as the flushing boy tried to shake off the embarrassment.

“All right, all right, it’s not that funny.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, that was the most entertainin’ thing I’ve seen all week,” she argued, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Then your life must be very boring.” He countered bitterly, his pride hurt just a tad from how demeaning her tone was and how promptly she’d always shut him down.

“Oh, no. it’s not borin’, it’s just not fun, either.”

He finally recovered from his little mishap, tossing the broken chair down into the grass below to be fixed later, and choosing instead to sit against the wall. (y/n) kept to her perch, eyeing the expanse of pavement in front of the fence gate.

“You know, if you can’t find fun, you can always make it. There’s a game a lot of us play when we’re on watch to pass the time, want to play?”

She rolled her eyes. “I gotta keep my eyes on the gate”

“It’s a talking game. You can still keep watch. It’s called The Worst. We each share the worst experience we’ve ever had with something, and the one that’s the most terrible wins the round.” He continued, eyeing her with a charming smirk that, despite his best efforts, she hadn’t registered as flirty, yet.

He was an attractive guy, and after she’d saved his life on that run, and yelled at him, they’d bonded. He’d even swallowed his pride and let her train him. They’d gotten close, and they were both attractive, sarcastic, and confident people, so he couldn’t understand how they weren’t together yet. No matter what he did, she always shut down any plans he tried to make to hang out alone outside of the occasional look-out duty, and she always spoke to him like she was talking to a child. A very stupid child.

He didn’t let it deter him, though. No matter how much it hurt his pride. She’d eventually come around.

She turned her nose up at his suggestion, looking at him like he just told her the sky was green, and she was about to gently tell him he was a dumbass.

“That sounds like a game you don’t wanna play with me.”

He asked her why she felt like that.

“Because you’d always lose.” She stated simply, turning back to the scene past the gate.

“Okay, you don’t always have to play the jaded soldier. This world is shit, it’s fucked us all over one time or another, quit acting like you’re the saddest sack in the world.” He scoffed, smacking her shin with the back of his hand playfully.

She sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

“Alright, then. But if this ends up bummin’ you out, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Internally, he celebrated. This was the first time he’d ever gotten her to agree to something she initially said ‘no’ to. Slowly but surely, he was winning her over, he was sure.

“Alright, easy. Worst night of your life. Mine was that time I left that supply run group behind. Usually, we’d go into detail, explaining what happened, but, you already know about that night ‘cuz I told you about it.” He stated sadly. She’d talked a big game, so he was pulling out the big guns. “What about you?”

Let’s see you top that, Debbie Downer.

She smirked, sensing the challenge in his voice.

“A long time before we all came here, we were stayin’ on Maggie’s dad’s farm. One night, it got overrun by a horde, an’ everyone got separated. I was with Carol, an’ a walker fell on top of me, tryin’ to bite into my shoulder. She thought I was bit, so she left me behind, but I was wearin’ a real thick jacket. I was fine, but I had to cut it open and drench myself in its blood so the herd wouldn’t sniff me out and tear me to shreds. I had to slice my way through a sea of those suckers, an’ then stumble through the woods covered in gunk for a whole day and a half ‘fore I found my people again. That was the first walker I ever killed on my own. Damn terrifyin’.”

He was quiet after that, face white as a sheet as he shuttered and coughed awkwardly.

“Y-your turn to come up with a topic.” He finally uttered.

“Worst walker encounter you ever had. Mine was this time at a mechanic shop out in… It had to be North Carolina. A guy tried to--well, it’s not important what his intentions were, the point was that he had me handcuffed to one of those automatic levers they use in autobody shops to lift cars, an’ I was hoisted off the ground. He had the keys in his front pocket, an’ I’d managed to get his head ‘tween my thighs to snap his neck. I was tryin’ to reach for the keys with my feet when he re-animated. I was strugglin’, I couldn’t go anywhere, I couldn’t use my arms, the only reason I got out of it was ‘cuz he accidentally bumped up against the control for the lift, and his head ended up crushed under the mechanism. I’ve had a lot of close calls, but I think that was the only time I ever truly felt like I was gonna die.”

Aiden let out a low whistle, letting her words settle. Maybe she’d been right after all. Still, depending on how she saw things, his might still be worse.

“Mine was right at the beginning. My girlfriend was with us while we were traveling for Mom’s campaign. I left for twenty minutes to grab some lunch, and when I got back to our hotel room, she was a walker. I don’t know if she was bitten, or if she had an accident, or if someone… I don’t know. All I know is that I had to kill her with my bare hands just to stay alive. I... dropped the hotel room tv on her head.”

He shuttered at the memory, and to his surprise, he felt (y/n) place her hand on his shoulder and squeeze comfortingly. He grabbed for it, but she pulled away before he could.

“Let’s uh, choose a more up-beat topic,” he continued weakly, “Worst date you ever went on. Mine was this girl Cierra Mauldry in sixth grade. I kissed her goodnight on her porch, and our braces stuck together.”

She laughed at first, but a long-suppressed memory resurfaced at the mention of dates, and instantly she was somber again.

“A guy I worked with at the CDC,” she started softly.

“He’d had a crush on me for a while, an’ I’d just learned that my dad died, so I was in kind of a vulnerable spot. I said yes to grabbin’ dinner together, an’ takin a walk ‘round the facility. When we got back to his room, he wanted to sleep with me, but I didn’t. I didn’t really like him that way, an’ I didn’t think it was fair to him to string him along, so I told him ‘no’, an’ that we should just remain professional from now on. Next day, he didn’t show up in the lab, an’ my boss sent me to go get ‘im. I found him as a walker hangin’ from his closet.” She took a hiccupping breath, reliving the memory in her mind, and scrunching her eyes shut. “Worst part is I cannot, for the life of me, remember his name.”

They were both quiet after that, and soon, they heard Spencer calling up to relieve (y/n) from her shift. She grinned sympathetically down and Aiden, and gave him the goodbye of:

“Told you it was a bad game to play with me.”

Still, when she got up, he scrambled to his feet as well grabbing her arm to stop her before she made her way down the ladder.

“Well, hey, I still had fun. I got to know you a bit better. I’d like to continue doing that, maybe you could come over for dinner and eat with my family tonight.”

She smiled the smile she usually did; like she was talking to a slow, and simple child.

“I’m sorry, Aiden, but tonight’s not great. Daryl’s gotten kind of close with his recruitn’ buddy, and his husband wants us to come to dinner tonight so he can finally properly meet me.”

Aiden scrunched up his eyes in confusion.

“What? What does Daryl getting close with them have to do with you? If they wanted to get to know you, couldn’t they just approach you without having to go through him?”

She smiled wider like he’d said something adorably stupid, as she clarified:

“I didn’t explain it very well, It’s more like a couple’s dinner party sort-of thing.”

Aiden blinked. What? What the fuck? Was she insinuating that she and Daryl were… she couldn’t be, right?

“You and Daryl are together?”

She nodded as if his statement was beyond obvious, “we’re married,” she corrected.

He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to picture the violent, mean, constantly dirty guy with the long, long hair together with the clever, beautiful, and secretly caring woman he’d been trying to flirt with for the past week and a half, but he just couldn’t picture it.

“How?” he blurted out.

“How do people get married?” she teased flatly.

“No, how did you two end up together? You’re so different!”

She smiled softly, looking down at her fingers as she began to twiddle them. This smile was different than any of the ones he’d reluctantly wrangled out of her. This one was genuine, and bashful, and affectionate, and dazzling. Aiden knew it wasn’t for him, and it almost felt like he was intruding on something he shouldn’t be just by looking at her.

“He an’ I are a lot more alike than people realize. We’re more alike than even he realizes, I think. That doesn’t matter though. These days, it’s not about whether you’re similar, or if you’ve known each other for a long time, it’s all about who you can trust and depend on. It’s about who you’d die for, and who’d die for you. We might not have ended up together in the old world, but in this one, we’ve got somethin’ strong. Somethin’ special.”

She grinned brightly, practically knocking the breath out of her companion as she looked him in the eyes and said, “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

With that, his grip on her arm retracted, and she finally made her way down the ladder. He watched her walk down the street and run into the man they’d just been discussing. He watched as she strode over to him, and gripped his leather vest, trying to pull him down for a kiss.

He noticed how Daryl grinned fondly and put his hands on her waist, placing a quick peck on the tip of her nose. He noticed how she leaned into him with her whole body. He noticed how the sun reflected off the ring on her finger, the ring he had not gathered was supposed to be a wedding ring until that moment. He noticed how soft Daryl was for her when no one else was around.

Or maybe, he was always like this around her, and Aiden had just been too absorbed in himself to realize.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: Been to busy too answer your phone, yeah? Ronnie: Not dead in a ditch, worse luck Ronnie: enjoying your model perks Joe: Ugh, sorry, that took much longer than she said it would Joe: trust, no blow in sight, not that professional a shoot, sadly Ronnie: No fun to rush an orgy like Joe: Lmao, again, if only Joe: you do know its Sophie and the trust fund massive, yeah? Ronnie: all the posh cunts turn you down, poor baby Ronnie: back to slumming Joe: I'm not interested, like Joe: Not saying there's a reason poor Dais needs to be shot from the back or nothing Ronnie: Go in from the back yourself then, why not Ronnie: there's no reason Joe: You're alright tah Joe: Give her your number if she's got you so affected here Ronnie: fuck it Ronnie: posh girls try hard Ronnie: worse ways to spend a night Joe: Can't say I ain't a little gutted myself Ronnie: she's hotter for you no need to try Ronnie: or for you to cry bout it Ronnie: not like im any stranger to a 3way Joe: No doubt Joe: also none that the wildest she's ever got is a mild freshers week and gap yaaah Ronnie: didn't realise you were fucking besties Ronnie: if you want me to bow out for the bonding give Soph a shout for my slot Joe: I told you it took forever Joe: Creepy as I look, couldn't actually loom over her shoulder silently for the best part of 3 hours Ronnie: much better to go for the eye fuck and one-liners Joe: If only I had your expertise Joe: have to show me how sometime Ronnie: you know where I am Ronnie: same place I've been all day Joe: come over? Joe: your gf ain't here but neither is Soph so Ronnie: gutted for you Ronnie: a posh accent ain't my thing Ronnie: have to hit up someone else for your roleplay Joe: No kidding Joe: No disguising that hacking thing you do Ronnie: Take it up with your ma Ronnie: Didn't drop me on the doorstep of no palace, baby Joe: Thank God, they lock up their undesirable kids for life in the loony bin, you know Ronnie: course you know that mckenna you fucking headcase Ronnie: get the warning did ya, golden boy? Joe: 'Course, can't use the care home as an empty threat without eye twitching like, could she Ronnie: not much of a threat unless you're a pussy Ronnie: even Charlie hacked it Joe: Didn't know you had so much faith in me Joe: N'awh, babe Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: with how much they love a gay bash you'd be dead Ronnie: you and your artsy mates Joe: That's more like it Ronnie: calm down you fucking lezza Joe: How does that even work as an insult Ronnie: You're a pussy and you have one Ronnie: how many braincells did you wreck on your pretty little photo shoot like Joe: S'cool with me Joe: that's what you're about these days, appaz Ronnie: fuck you Ronnie: I've sucked plenty of dealers dicks doesn't mean I'm in love with them or their stash Ronnie: such a romantic soul, mckenna Joe: that'll be the pretentious art prick in me Joe: take that as you will Ronnie: put it where you want like, just wash it off before it comes anywhere near me Ronnie: i don't know where posh girls go Ronnie: or where they let lads put their pricks Joe: Sure, wash it 6 times, then once more to be sure Joe: That headcase life, remember? Ronnie: not on enough gear at the minute to be forgetting Joe: So, you want some? Ronnie: not got any cash have I, you pity fuck Ronnie: don't ask stupid questions Joe: Someone's gotta Joe: Since you ain't Joe: I'll drop it off, consider it on the house Ronnie: and go the fuck where? Ronnie: loads of better offers suddenly, yeah? Joe: Naturally, the posh orgy, remember? Joe: Would hate for you to inconvenience yourself on my account Ronnie: you're a cunt Ronnie: and you'd love it Ronnie: you inconvenience me on fucking purpose Joe: yeah? Joe: i assure you, nothing cuts me deeper Joe: that what you wanna hear? Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: I called and called you, you useless twat Ronnie: wasn't hearing that was you Joe: no phones on set, like Joe: I'm coming now Joe: What more you want? I can't get a postmate to pick that shit up for you Ronnie: Get to fuck Ronnie: you're coming over cause that girl has more sense than to let you get your dick wet Ronnie: it ain't no love for me bringing you to the door, baby Joe: Which is it, either gagging for it or gagging fullstop Joe: Either way, I told you, I don't give a fuck Joe: Believe what you like but I also told you I ain't letting you near me so where's the logic in that? Ronnie: where's the logic in you playing student all day you junkie waster Ronnie: i ain't trying to tell you what to do about that like so don't talk down to me like im a fucking invalid that needs her shit delivered on tap Ronnie: postmate your fucking head if you keep on Joe: Gotta pay for it somehow, ain't I Joe: Ain't even what I said Joe: you asked, now you're pissy that I'm delivering Ronnie: I didn't fucking ask Ronnie: you offered to be a fucking savior as per Joe: Just calling and calling for a chat, was we? Joe: Don't chat bollocks, Ron Ronnie: I wanted to see you, you fucking doss cunt Joe: Yeah? Joe: Funny way of showing it, babe Ronnie: Fuck you Ronnie: If you want easy go text your other bitches Joe: I ain't asking for easy but not looking for so uninterested you make me out to be a rapist, like Ronnie: what are you on about Joe: I get that that's what you do, and it ain't judgment on yous but can't say the idea of you only fucking me for drugs does it for me Joe: s'what I'm saying, take the drugs, you don't have to if you aren't about it Ronnie: Jesus fucking Christ Ronnie: Go cry to your perfect flatmates about it like Ronnie: Not seeing you try and wine and dine me you hypocritical cunt Joe: Fucking hell Joe: I know that ain't what you're after either but Ronnie: But what? You can't hack not getting everything you want Ronnie: That's life, mckenna Joe: What, I've got such lofty fucking ideals? Please Joe: I've got what I need Joe: How 'bout you? Ronnie: Try sticking your dick in someone you ain't related to and say that again Ronnie: what the fuck do you think I need from you? go on Joe: That ain't what I want, even if you reckon I need it, and Jesus and the rest, yeah? Joe: I got no fucking clue, baby Joe: You tell me Ronnie: had a clue a minute ago when you called me out as a junkie hooker like Ronnie: what's the matter, not so sure now? Joe: Need your ears check if you heard that Joe: Never mind your head Ronnie: it ain't nothing I ain't heard before Ronnie: not bout to shed any tears over it Ronnie: that's your gig Joe: Yeah, you love it Joe: We get it Ronnie: can't all hate ourselves as a full time job, baby Ronnie: burn yourself a little more so we can proper get the picture of how bad you're suffering Joe: Ha ha Joe: Funny Ronnie: makes me laugh Ronnie: which is all I'm looking for Ronnie: out for number 1 Joe: I'm very happy for you, babe Ronnie: tears of joy, are they? Ronnie: fuck off you ain't capable Joe: I know you'd love it if I was about to kms but trust, I'm doing as good as I always am Joe: You don't have an effect either way, soz to say Ronnie: liar Joe: You reckon? Joe: Even if you didn't come with junk to numb me out, nah babe Ronnie: you don't get to go cold turkey from me Ronnie: even if you fucking wish you could Joe: says who Ronnie: you Ronnie: you're about more than you're not Joe: yeah Joe: why all this drama then? Ronnie: what do you expect? Ronnie: I hate you Joe: 'Course Joe: Whatever does it for you, babe Joe: at least I only need me for that Ronnie: like you give a shit what gets me off, like you've ever Ronnie: I don't need you for anything Joe: Bullshit all the rest but I know that's a lie Joe: then I'll keep the gear and stay away Joe: No big Ronnie: I get to fuck you over by fucking you, what's easier Ronnie: Bullshit you could Ronnie: you can't stay away, you're too much of a sick fuck Joe: You know how to make easy seem like hard fucking work, babe Joe: and you can? Ronnie: I can, I don't wanna Joe: At least we have that in common, yeah? Ronnie: You want something in common with me? Don't be fucking stupid like Joe: Want? Like its optional now Ronnie: You tell me, changing personalities to fuck with the art bitches Joe: Nah Joe: was an IOU for getting the rent in late Joe: like I really wanted to be there, fuck that Ronnie: got somewhere better, have you? Golden boy too good for the posh cunts now Joe: I told you where I wanna be but you kept arguing instead listening Ronnie: Cause you're a lying piece of shit Ronnie: Tell me the truth, it'd only kill ya, like Joe: You don't believe me either way Joe: So much for loving yourself when you won't hear how much I want you Ronnie: Don't say shit you don't mean Joe: See Joe: Even if I got on my knees and crawled to yours Joe: not having it, are you Ronnie: You ain't about to do that so what the fuck does it matter Joe: wanna bet Ronnie: don't be a pussy Ronnie: you ain't no comedian either Joe: What do you want then Ronnie: come over, fuck's sake Joe: now was that so hard Ronnie: Shut the fuck up Ronnie: just do it