#everybody has a right to use the streets and if that bothers you you're taking up too much space

[comingsoon2aroadsideditchnearyou]

"GET OFF THE ROAD!", you say?

Well if it's called that, then why are you droaving a cahr on it instead of roading a skapedord like me is? Checkmate, loser.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

M6 and MC during a storm or other bad weather event? Can be as fluffy or as angsty as you please.

(Bonus: What kind of umbrella would each LI have, if any?)

The Arcana HCs: M6 during thunderstorms

~ the way my mind gets flooded with serotonin just thinking about thunderstorms XD I've added some pics of the kinds of umbrellas I think they'd use too ^.^ thanks for the prompt anon! - brainrot ~

TW for mentions of panic attacks in Julian's and Portia's sections and tooth rotting fluff in general

Julian

HATES thunderstorms

They take him right back to the night he lost his family, until he's a scared little boy holding his baby sister and waiting for his parents to come save them all over again

Just the sound of rain alone used to send him into panic attacks as a kid and young teen, but he's been an adult on his own for a long time at this point and it's rare for him to have that reaction now

That doesn't stop him from getting anxious though

He'll alternate between uncharacteristic silence and feverish chattering, making overly casual comments on the weather

He will also be laser focused on you. He knows it's irrational, but he's got a deap-seated fear that the storm will take you from him too and he will follow you like a shadow

He doesn't want to become a nuisance though, so he'll be fussing over you nonstop - layering you with blankets, insisting you eat or drink every thirty minutes, dosing you with vitamins, etc

Of course, you love him, so you find a way to make things bearable

The sound of thunder and sensation of cold rain bother him the most, so cuddling in bed where it's warm and dry and the blankets can muffle the sounds is ideal

The best is when you ask him to read out loud to you. He gets to be close to you, make himself useful, and stay distracted all at once. Just don't let him have coffee, the jitters will send his anxiety through the roof

(He rarely uses his umbrella, but it's as gothic as he is and has a raven head carved in the handle)

Asra

LOVES the rain

Their magic is water-affiliated as it is, and you're telling them that everything's being splashed with it? Well what are you waiting for, MC, it's clearly time to go outside!

Constant smiling and giggling

The streets are almost completely empty because everyone sane is staying inside, and he takes full advantage of that. It's the most childlike, playful, and hyper you'll ever see him

Tag, you're it!

They'll run and give chase for as long as you can manage it, and as soon as one of you slows down they're pulling you into their arms to dance. Don't worry about the music, they'll make it happen somehow

Kisses in the rain with his hair plastered to his face will never not be delightful. He won't hold still for very long though, if you hold him too close he'll take it as his invitation to tickle you and run

Puddle-jumping competitions for the biggest splash

If you're not in the city, oh boy, they're hunting for the biggest mud pit they can find and pulling you into a match

Does not have the healthy fear of lightning that he should. Will stand in the middle of a field or try to climb a tree for a better view, and you have heard him at his loudest when he shouts back at it

The foamiest hot bath when you get home, they'll spend the rest of the evening curled up with you in front of the fire with hot chocolate

(They don't like using their umbrella anyways, so it turned into a magical art project)

Nadia

Rain holds unusually fond family memories for her

For starters, it usually signaled a drop in temperature, which was a welcome break in the tropical Prakran climate

But back home in Prakra with six busy older siblings and royalty for parents, thunderstorms were when everybody took a break and spent the day together in the palace with games and tea

She doesn't have to think twice about continuing that tradition with you

She'll usually give everyone the afternoon off once basic Palace upkeep tasks are finished and spend it with you

She loves sitting on the veranda with you in the afternoon, commenting on the lightning and listening to the thunder and rain, drinking tea with you and telling you stories of her childhood

As soon as it starts to get dark she's taking you inside and putting together a dinner in the kitchens. You and the palace chefs know she doesn't really cook, so they'll leave some "ingredients" to find

"Ingredients" often being a cold roast bird of some kind, a freshly baked loaf of bread "hidden" in the cupboard, a bowl of greens with the dressing on a different table, and two "forgotten" plates of dessert

You don't know if she knows that kitchens aren't usually like that, and you have no intention of telling her otherwise

She'll retire with you to her chambers early, so she can lie in bed with the windows open and listen to your voice and the rain

(She has a collection of umbrellas for different outfits, mostly used for garden events)

Muriel

You didn't expect it, but Muriel feels supremely at peace when it rains

As a kid, it was one of the only times when the city would get quiet. He could go out in the rain, and just for once, walk as far as he wanted to without bumping into anyone or being looked at

He could stand in the middle of the widest street and hold as still and breathe as deeply as he wanted to without a single person yelling at him to move

And nobody wanted to attend the roofless Coliseum when it was raining

Out in the woods? It's even better

He takes a quiet pride in knowing that for once the forest is louder than the people are

And the cold doesn't bother him in the slightest

There's a part of the hut roof that juts out by several feet and he keeps a stool there. He'll lean back into the tree roots and stone wall, watching the curtain of rain an arm's length away with a contented smile

To him, rain sounds and smells like freedom and new beginnings

He'll never pressure you to join him, but he'll be so happy if you do

It's an atmosphere where he's the most at home in his own body, so you can expect him to initiate a lot more physical touch

He'll be comfortable enough to pull you into his lap and wrap a cloak around the two of you to keep you warm and dry

Gentle kisses against the cold stone, wrapped up in his warmth and a thick blanket while the earth smells fresh and the rain tap dances on the leaves all around you

(Asra got it for him as a gag gift and he unironically adores it and uses it all the time)

Portia

She gets super irritable when it rains

Do you know? What hair like hers likes to do? When it gets this humid? Do you know? How much time it takes? To clean up the bucketloads of mud? That Pepi tracks all over the floor?

Yeah, she didn't think so

She doesn't talk about it (and frankly, she's not the introspective type, so she might not even be aware of it) but the trauma of that shipwreck stays with her even if she can't remember it completely

So no, she doesn't get flashbacks or nightmares, but as soon as it starts thundering she's plagued with a sense of unease and danger that she just can't shake

She also associates it with watching her teenaged older brother panic and meltdown, which isn't the most positive memory

And of course, it doesn't help that rainy days mean keeping a very active person cooped up inside with nothing to do but keep house

She'll spend the first few hours obsessively getting her space in order - meal prepping, cleaning, organizing, list-writing

It's better not to get involved until there's nothing left for her to do

That's your cue to help her tie back her hair, brew some soothing tea (or something stronger, if she's really fidgety) and sit with her on the couch while she talks a mile a minute all about her week

It will take a few years, but eventually she'll come to associate rain with you so strongly that she might even come to love it

(She likes having the brightest, most distracting umbrella possible for such miserable weather)

Lucio

He doesn't like thunderstorms. At all

He's generally tougher than he acts - he grew up with Morga as a parent, after all - but his brand of bad weather as a kid was snowstorms and blizzards and fierce winds

Not all this business with metal-attracted bolts of sky electricity and sudden, loud noises and water that makes everything muddy and gets everywhere (especially on the dogs!)

Unless it's impossible, he's spending thunderstorms inside, no matter how tight your budget is

As soon as it becomes anything more than a light drizzle, he's cancelling all of today's plans and going off in search of affordable, effective shelter

If he had it his way, he'd do his best to sleep through the whole weather event hunkered down beneath a pile of quilts and blankets

The problem is with Mercedes and Melchior. They love the rain

There's mud! There's exciting new smells! Let them out, let them out to play!

And Lucio, of course, will let them out like the doting dog dad he is, and then they'll come back inside with their white fur drenched and matted with mud and shake it all over everything

The only thing all three of them agree on is that lightning and thunder = bad

The dogs of course have sensitive ears, and no matter how many times he hears it, it always makes Lucio jump (too unexpected)

Your cuddles will be desperately sought after and much appreciated

(The first umbrella is the one Lucio wanted to buy. The second is what he got, because it needs to fit in his traveling pack)

[erxxi3]

Can you do Leon comforting Reader bcs of a Bad haicut? (Sry english isnt my first language, and my Hair looks so shit rn its making me cry)

uhmm… Yes I will because I feel so fucking bad for you and I hope you recover from your shitty haircut? 💋💋

This fic is really short, but I tried to do you some justice and leon fixes up your hair for you <3

I finished this so fic fast like holy shit-

This day was absolutely horrible.

The hairstylist fucked your hair up and your forced to go home to your boyfriend looking like shit without a way to fix it, but surely it isn’t that bad right?

I mean…it really was BAD. everybody stared at you and laughed and whispered and pointed, some people even started to pity you. The worst part about this whole mess is the fact you didn't know why they were doing that in the first place.

It just wasn't normal for them to be so mean towards you. You knew how to handle people being mean to you but this was something else entirely. You weren't used to these types of things.

You walked down the streets with your head down staring at your feet, trying to hide from everybody's eyes. You tried hard not to let their stares bother you too much, because they weren't your fault. You could do nothing wrong. You'd been here before so many times, after all, it probably wasn't as bad now that you thought back on it. Right?

But, oh god, did it suck. Every time someone looked at you they laughed and snickered. And, oh god…when you thought this could get worse you run into your boyfriend on the way back down the street to your house as he is getting the mail. He doesn't see you and doesn't notice you.

Your eyes go wide as you try to get away from him without drawing attention to yourself but unfortunately, you're walking too fast and he catches up with you quickly.

His arms are crossed over his chest. His expression is unreadable as usual. You look at him nervously for a second before you can feel a hand land on your arm. "Y/N," Leon says softly. You wince internally.

"We need to talk." That's when he notices your hair. "What happened to your hair?" His voice sounds kind of angry and hurt.

Oh my God…he's going to hate me or dislike it right?.

He always does. You swallow thickly as you glance to the side nervously. "Did your hairdresser do that?" He asks, sounding annoyed. You nod slowly.

He looks surprised for a moment, maybe even a little hurt. “Lets get you home, I had a feeling that something has been making me feel uneasy today.” You don’t say anything, you don’t want to argue. He pulls you along behind him, his long black coat swishing against the cement as he walks.

As you both walk inside he guides you to take a seat and he tries his beat to comfort you. “Do you wanna tell me what was bothering you?” He asks quietly. You shrug in response, still staring at your hands folded in your lap.

He sighs heavily. “Okay. If you want to keep quiet then we will.” That makes you look up and stare at him in surprise.

“Just let me make you atleast feel better than before.” Leon takes some scissors and a brush and touched your hair up with gentle motions. He hummed in approval when he finally finished and went to grab some paper and a pencil from the kitchen. “I have no idea why you haven’t had an idea to ask me to cut your hair before, it might help make you feel more comfortable rather than letting some hairstylist make it shitty.”

He pauses for a second before starting to gaze into your eyes through the mirror, which made you feel as if he was eye fucking you. Your cheeks flushed pink. “It looks fine. Better than fine even. Just keep it that way. You’re beautiful.” Your heart jumped at how sweet he said those words.

His fingers brushed across your cheek gently before returning to cutting your bangs into a short style. You closed your eyes as he gently pulled you in for a small kiss, then a few minutes later he was done fixing your hair. “Thank you,” you mumbled as he set the scissors and the paper aside.

“You’re welcome. I hope that helped a bit,” Leon replied, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled softly.

Your boyfriend always managed to make your mood improve somehow even if it wasn’t necessarily intentional. He gave off an aura that seemed to make everything okay again, even the most difficult days. Even just talking about you made him happier than anything and he was very good at that sort of thing.

You couldn’t believe you found such amazing boyfriend.

[virusinfected-memes]

TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 5 ;

85 starters. CW: cussing, sexual themes, violence. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PARTS: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4]

"Alright, on your knees, mortal scum! You stand in the presence of _____!"

"Always remember: you may not be able to change the past, but you can still ruin the future."

"Am I ever gonna get it?"

"And if you call me a bitch, make sure to put 'sensitive' in front of it."

"And I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean."

"But I can't forgive you."

"But I don't want to stay in the middle."

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?"

"Come out and haunt me."

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Don't be ridiculous, _____. Everybody wants this."

"Don't try to find me."

"Do you ever just have this deep seated desire to bother people? I have clown blood."

"Do you think I'm fragile?"

"Do you wanna dance, baby?"

"Everybody wants to rule the world."

"Get in, sparkle farts! We got chaos to spread!"

"Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure."

"Honey, I love you. I think you're a terrific girl. But you have clothes like a fucking dickhead."

"I can't take Benadryl because I owe the Hat Man money and I don't want to see him."

"I didn't know I could love something this much until I laid my eyes on you."

"I don't ever wanna see you and I never wanna miss you again."

"I don't need to be fixed. I need to be rebuilt."

"If you touch that again, I shall kill you right now. Do not touch this! This is a 'no touching' zone!"

"I got nothing to lose."

"I guarantee I gotcha'."

"I have not behaved one single day of my life. Not one single day have I behaved and I'm fine."

"I just can't say goodbye."

"I just heard a butt-curdling scream."

"I know that violence is not the answer, but... Yes, it is."

"I know you see me looking at you on the daily."

"I know you want me."

"I love that Netflix was like, "OoOoh, we're gonna reduce your quality to 480p if you don't pay us more!" Like, bruh... I come from the land of 144p Naruto episodes cut into sixteen parts on YouTube. 480 is luxury. 480 is bouge."

"I'm absolutely a danger to my own mental health."

"I'm comin' back for you, baby."

"I mean, look at this thing! I can't imagine a more beautiful thing."

"I mean, what if I don't want to live the way you live?"

"I might be broke as hell tomorrow, but that's alright, 'cause I'm that bitch today."

"I might kill my ex. Not the best idea."

"I'm in a trance lately."

"I'm not going to nap. I'm just going to rest my eyes and clench my teeth for a little while."

"Im not like other girls. I'm worse."

"I'm one of those witches, babe."

"I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say."

"I'm the love witch. I seduce men with my spells, my potions, my eyes, and my body."

"I'm tired of working on myself. I will now be unapologetically insane."

"I never make the same mistake twice. I make it, like, six or seven times."

"In my dreams, I'm making you pasta and nothing bad has happened to us yet."

"I said I wasn't gonna be judgmental, but fuck it. I'm sick, I have an excuse."

"I think I like when it rains."

"It's already too late for you to try and run away."

"It's me. Hi. I'm the problem, it's me."

"I want to get on my broomstick and fly away with my kitty to another city to work on my witch powers, then live with a pregnant woman who owns a bakery and start a delivery service."

"I want to go to there."

"I was at about six there. You don't wanna see me go to ten."

"Mortals, behold! The glory of the kill is mine!"

"No, I don't think you understand. I'm obsessed."

"Normalize being a sleepyhead. It's okay to be eternally trapped within the realm of ancient dreams."

"Nothing ever lasts forever."

"Not working out? Not eating right? Fucked up sleep schedule? You aren't depressed. You're on your way to achieving tremendous arcane power. Become the wizard you were meant to be."

"Oh, you think the b-word's offensive? You should hear what I say in the Call of Duty lobbies."

"Okay, I don't know how you went this long without knowing this, but there are people out there who create original Sonic the Hedgehog characters, and often those characters fuck."

"Okay, well, what you said was some bullshit. That's what it is."

"Okay... Why'd you have to fucking bring that up?"

"One kiss is all it takes."

"Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why."

"So you're telling me if I killed your family, you wouldn't be my friend anymore?"

"Take a swing. Here's my neck."

"The next time you feel lazy, remember that laziness is a puritanical myth based on the sin of idleness and is used to oppress people into forced labor."

"There are currently no bug-dragon dual type Pokémon, but I wanna share a few insects that I think would make good candidates for being the first."

"They keep on asking me who is he."

"What are you gonna do with that? You gonna hit me? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me with one shot."

"Whatever I've done, I did it for love."

"Which was more culturally significant? The Renaissance... or 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncé?"

"Who wants to look simple when you can look stunning?"

"Why do I keep getting attracted?"

"Why don't you sit right down and stay a while?"

"Why do we keep telling people who aren't freaky that they're vanilla? Vanilla is the freakiest flavor. Like, look at ice cream, for example. It goes good with all of the toppings. Vanilla doesn't care who you pair it up with, so long as they get on top. I aspire to be as slutty as vanilla is. Also, if you are a slut, what flavor of ice cream are you, bitch? Pistachio? Neo-political? That's fucking disgusting."

"Will I get over it? No. But life goes on."

"Yeah, I'm gay. Good at Yu-Gi-Oh."

"Yes, I am doing blasphemy! Yes!"

"You better fix my entire life, you little shit."

"You can't keep me waiting."

"You might play the same games as me, but I play them in a far worse and more unskilled way than you ever will."

"You're just being cynical."

[the-firebird69]

April 12 - Halifax Resolves, NC—First colony to authorize its delegates to vote for independence

This is a preamo for April 15th. If you look at the civil war reenactment timeline are you going to notice that during the civil war period it is following what's happening and it is 1864 when the war ended in Lincoln got shot and you have people looked it up this is a preamble because he is looking into having people vote separately from the regular areas and he's wrong of course and the Empire removes him from the presidency and his son gets killed in the civil war movie and you're supposed to get it they say and they take him down and say you're we're going to take you down not the other way around and stop making those dumb moisture happen and it's too late really

Thor Freya

Not if I have anything to say about it but really it looks like they're going to do it and they're very big so I might not have a choice it is horrendous and our friend is right and it's been going on and we do about it before and just decided to try and ignore it and put it on him it didn't do anything but get us in trouble with his people and others it was horrible a lot of others start spewing at everybody including ourselves really made a big mess what can you do and they expected me to do it and I guess I did it so that's coming up unfortunately and he says it's probably not the very end but yeah okay I see what they're doing

Trump

They're going to force us out and force us to be maniacs we run around doing all these stupid movies that you see and it makes a lot of sense now that comes after

Dsn

Haha

Same as the old times huh Ronald f

Zues Hera

Yeah this is practically exactly the same thing I'll probably show up there in Auburn and stuff to torment you about Carrie and he has looking at her and stuff that was a nightmare yeah you become evil not really evil but it was awful what are you doing run and yeah I did the same thing much worse he says you're running around some sort of school girl nastually bothering me for years getting your ass kicked yeah that was stupid it did go that way but really I'm going to be looking around because you said she'll probably show up and try and talk to you and she's going to be in the mall trying to get your stuff and you need stuff too he said there's cash and other things that you have to carry

Ron f

There are other things you have to carry and they're valuable and we and the two are going to try and push for things beyond the will we know about some of it and no it's not funny it's not that stupid place that you and will found while dirt biking out by the mental hospital across Chauncey and cut the s*** for Christ's sake that's gross and you don't know what it is but it's there for you to figure out in the will and that's not true but seriously there's some places like that and really creepy floorboards creaky and Carrie did not live there and we don't need all this horse s***. But really we're going to try and do that and some of it you're going to bring with you the highlight the clans on purpose and they try and strip it from you and it's a pain in the ass so you going to find Ken who says and really getting back to health finally it's probably part of the plan I get that and he is going to be off in millennium falcon at the name is significant. How many falcons are used in war they're fast they hide from people they avoid arrows they dive bomb to get home I am now seeing what we're talking about

Mac daddy

Okay that's stupid and yeah they're building up for this phase and for Christ's sake that's horrible

Macs

I want to be duffman so I can challenge him to a wrestling match and what happened he says he'll probably get the wrong one and he's a big fellow sometimes and that'll suit me fine too and I'll keep looking for him some loan homo at night driving the streets of Los Angeles and I beat up pickup truck wearing Hulk Hogan a tire the tights and everything yeah that's pretty bad but seriously it says he's going to be huge and dust me in and selling the beer he's going to have an interest in it possibly probably like you know 500 bucks to show that's pretty bad but that's what it is he says I might not do it for a while but he says after a while I won't be able to fight him and I get that

Hulk Hogan

Hahaha he says I'll just stand there and you'll hit me in trying to grapples and stuff it won't work and it kick me the nuts and he says but I have protection there and that's funny because he's like that.

Thor Freya

So you know he's talking for him and the interest no is talking directly to the guy he's saying it and really he wants to be the stuff man guy and we know why she was saying it and stuff and never got anything out of it and they were horrible too and he needs funds just to get by he says he'd help out and buy kids hamburgers and stuff they're big and safe it's in the smallest you got and then say yeah and really I need to get bigger so you know he's kind of that way and really this is starting to get serious a little bit we're getting calls no but people thinking about the beer companies the cars and all that other stuff Troy-Bilt too and our son and daughter have a plan to make a small equipment Troy-Bilt all of its RTA the road and buy and looked at and thought about it and it says in a car and that's intriguing to them

Thor Freya

Olympus

[dankusner]

Photos by TORIN HALSEY/TIMES RECORD NEWS Danny Herd cooks up a few of the world-famous Herd's burgers at his restaurant in Jacksboro. Herd's is celebrating 100 years in business this year.

Herd is the word:

Eatery serves the ‘best dang sandwich’ in 1,000 miles

JACKSBORO, Texas — If you suspect Herd's Hamburgers is a no-frills burger joint, you're right.

Just finding this noshery seems to take word-of-mouth insider information.

You won't see its name in neon lights, and set back as it is from Main Street, you might not see it at all.

At the end of a gravel driveway, it beckons from the first floor of a nondescript, two-story building that was once a garage apartment.

And a phone? Forget it.

Technology shuns this place.

The World War II griddle aside — that will be a topic for later discussion — the Herds figure it's just as well to not be bothered by a phone while you're trying to serve a line of dedicated burger lovers.

"Have you ever been here on a Saturday, when you're running 45 minutes or an hour behind? We never had a phone," said Orlene Herd, who operated the business with husband Claude for 37 years — the third Herd generation to do so — before their son, Danny, took over in 2008. " … We thought it would cause more trouble than it's worth."

The secretary at First United Methodist Church across the street has taken its share of phone calls for Herd's.

"Judy (the church secretary) told me I owe her a hamburger," Orlene said with a laugh.

But step inside this converted garage, the one with no phone, and that's where all the magic happens.

You see, this patty paradise, opened in 1916 and in the hands of one family for four generations, is no mere mortal greasy spoon.

This is HERD'S Hamburgers.

Writing's on the wall

It's 10:30 a.m. and Danny Herd is already manning the grill.

The place is Lilliputian inside with scant seating room. A long wooden bench with old schoolhouse writing tables rescued from an old sewing house in Gainesville makes for a majority of the seating, while two or three other benches, made by Claude, await customers. Then there are the Dr Pepper benches — old converted wooden soda cases separated by empty Dr Pepper glass bottles for height.

A dozen burger gourmands might squeeze into the place; most will pick up their burger to go or will take a seat at the three or four picnic tables outside.

The décor is accidental country Texas shabby chic.

A pair of antlers hang on one wall, a deer head on the other.

But mostly what catches the eye are the signatures and scribbles. On the wall. On the ceiling. They're just everywhere.

Ralph Neely, No. 73 of the Dallas Cowboys, was the first to sign the wall. That was in 1965.

After that, "It just spread like a virus," Claude said.

Dallas Cowboys No. 74, Bob Lilly, did the same as well as Texas Ranger Toby Harrah and all the regular joes, too, such as one who wrote: "Absolutely the best dang sandwich I've had in over 1,000 miles."

"We could have somebody famous in here and we wouldn't have any idea," Orlene said. "It's just that everybody is somebody to us because we're thankful for the business. If not for our customers, we would not have a business. That's what we try to impress on our help."

Then there are the family photos over 10 decades, stickers and signs, such as, "Do you want to talk to the boss or to the one who knows what's going on?"

And there's this one: "Please Help Yourselves to the Drinks & Chips."

A method to their madness

Sometimes you'll have to help yourself to the drinks and chips.

Herd's gets busy.

You can find Danny most days grilling Herd's Hamburgers on his pride and joy, the World War II-era, military surplus grill.

The grill is vital to the burger goodness that follows.

It is cast iron and has been well seasoned over its 70-plus years.

If it breaks, no worries, Danny owns several more; he would never buy a new grill.

Everyone always notices the mountainous hunk of ground chuck piled on the grill. Danny will cordon off a section then smash it with a brick mason's trowel — it has doubled as a spatula for decades. It's so old a groove has been worn into it from grilling burgers.

The result is irregularly shaped patties with crumbly edges.

Danny doesn't add egg, breadcrumbs or any kind of filler to hold the patties together.

"What do you do with that meat?" a customer asked him one time. "I KNOW you put plenty of seasoning."

Danny swore he didn't then quipped, with a smile, "But if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

And so what's the secret to the Herd's burger?

Like the rest of the place, it's simplicity.

The meat is an 80/20 chuck that Danny has specially ground for him. Any leaner than that and you don't get flavor from the fat; any fatter and you get too much grease and soggy buns.

Danny mentions the "bun dome." He places the bun atop the meat as it cooks.

"That holds in the heat," he said.

It also soaks up the flavor of the burger grease.

Orlene said the method to the Herd's burger-making madness is well-documented.

The business serves old-fashioned burgers topped by mustard, onions, lettuce, tomatoes and pickles

"The best way is to get the mustard on the hot meat (so it warms the cold mustard), then salt and pepper — the warm meat brings that out," she said.

Then you place the onions, followed by the pickles, the lettuce and, finally, the tomato goes on top so that it stays cool.

Simplicity rules the menu, too.

The burgers start at a mere $4.07 for the hamburger. You also can get a cheeseburger, double burger, double cheese or the famed double-double — that's double meat, double cheese.

Other than that, customers can go with a cheese sandwich in all its variations: regular cheese sandwich, grilled cheese or ham and cheese.

A bacon sandwich is also among the offerings.

You won't find fries on the menu, by the way, or onion rings. Just bags of chips.

"We didn't have to want to hire more help to do the frying and cooking," Claude said.

If you ask Danny how many burgers he thinks he cooks a month, he doesn't know: "I just count the money in the drawer," he said with a laugh.

Five-generation burger dynasty

When Herd's opened it wasn't an eatery, exactly.

It was more of a order-and-go burger stand when Claude's aunt, Ella Gafford, operated it in a canvas-sided food tent. Today, even though the tent is gone, Herd's operates in much the same way. With its limited seating, most customers get their burger to-go in a brown paper bag.

The burger joint has operated in various locations throughout the years, from the east side of the downtown square before moving by a hotel building and then where the Jacksboro city office is now.

Claude's parents, Mary and Jess, operated the place from 1946-1971 near where the clinic is, Orlene said.

Orlene and Claude ran Herd's Hamburgers from 1971-2008, and now Danny helms the place.

"I worked for UPS for 21 years. … It has been in the family for so long. It would be a shame to let it go," Danny said. "I wanted to carry on the tradition. And it's good money and you're your own boss."

Danny's son, Jesse, would be the fifth generation to run Herd's if he decides to take over the family business. He has helmed the grill himself and likely will be behind the grill this summer when he's home from college.

Claude and Orlene said what they miss about being in Herd's every day are the customers.

One customer said that after school she and her friends would run to Herd's, where they could get a hamburger, Coke and candy bar for 30 cents.

Sheri Criswell of Paradise drove 40 miles to Jacksboro for a ladies' lunch out just so she could have the Herd's burger experience. She had never eaten one before.

"She's lying! Everyone's had a Herd's burger," said one of her friends from one of the outdoor picnic tables.

"It's actually one of the best burgers I've ever had," Criswell said. "I love the homemade patty; it makes a difference."

Dee Wilson and her husband, James, have been regulars since 1986 and drive 30 minutes for a Herd's burger.

Dan Bates of Frisco, in business dress, was there with co-workers. It was a no-frills lunch in Texas' best no-frills burger joint.

"It's just one of those old-school Texas burger joints … You walk in and the first thing you notice is that big hunk of meat. … I guess you're doing something right if you keep your business open 100 years."

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Haikyū boys as Jhene Aiko’s “While We’re Young” lyrics

 ⇢ suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, oikawa toru, miya osamu, matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsuro, terushima yuji, bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji, iwaizumi hajime, kita shinsuke, kageyama tobio

a/n: listen to jhene Aiko’s “while we’re young” while reading. if you know this song, I love you, if you don’t, shame on you (jk, but how do you not know queen jhene). anyways, if you don’t know this song, you’re welcome for the introduction <3

I'm tellin' everybody you're mine and I like it. And I really hope you don't mind, I can't fight it

ꨄ SUNA Rintaro is not one for PDA, but with the way atsumu is looking at you, he can’t help himself from leaning down and kissing you, hard, right in front of the entire team. please don’t blame him, no one should be looking at you that way. no one except him.

ꨄ TSUKISHIMA Kei doesn’t even bother hiding his smile and it’s freaking his teammates out. it’s the way he keeps glancing down at his phone during breaks and fleeting eyes towards the entrance that has Daichi and Sugawara very concerned. but when you come running into the gym, jumping into his arms and him catching you just as effortlessly, suddenly everything makes sense for the usual grumpy middle blocker’s newfound sense of joy.

No, you know I cannot hide it 'cause I am so excited, that I finally decided on you

ꨄ OIKAWA Toru intertwines your fingers together, right in front of his fan girls. he’s usually so private about his relationships, but he just can’t fathom the idea of keeping you a secret. he knows he’ll never find another like you, so he’s decided he’s never letting go.

ꨄ MIYA Osamu gently jogs into the gym with you on his back, the winds capturing your giggles. he sets you down as his brother shakes his head in disappointment. osamu could care less. he’s so in love with you he wants the whole world to know.  

Cause it's been another perfect day with ya, Wanna lay with ya, Spend the night with ya, Then spend my life with ya

ꨄ MATSUKAWA Issei used to live for Friday nights, going to the bar after work, nursing a glass of whiskey before heading out to the clubs with the boys. but now his Friday nights consist of cooking spaghetti, smearing red marinara on your cheeks  in the kitchen. he laughs when you finally realized the red stain, complaining with a tiny “sei! not again”. issei knows nothing can top Friday nights like these.

ꨄ KUROO Tetsuro didn’t believe in love. there’s no way love exists when his parents could easily give up on each other, just like that. but when you look at him like he’s your everything, he believes you when you declare him as the love of your life. he watches you a nervous smile, hoping you wouldn’t notice, as the little red box sits nestled next to his fluttering heart.

Baby while we're young we should just have fun, We should just do whatever we want, And tell everyone that we fell in love with each other

ꨄ TERUSHIMA Yuji watches as you lean your head out the window. he really should be keeping his eyes on the road ahead, but you look so mesmerizing. a dreamy gaze that brings him back to hot, summer nights in the countryside at his grandparents. blurred lights and city nights. terushima knows when you’re both old and gray and you’ll always remind him of his youth.

ꨄ BOKUTO Kotaro used to shudder at the thought of looking back one day and regretting his life. he no longer thinks that way. he doesn’t, not since he asked you to be his girlfriend under the bright neon lights of the pristine Tokyo street. not since you woke him up at 3 am and force to go hiking with you just to catch the sunrise above the city line. he knows as long as he’s with you, he can’t possibly have any regrets.

I'm giving you my heart, please don't break it, Take it and lock it up and put me in your pocket, love

ꨄ AKAASHI Keiji cried in front of you for the first time. you surprised him when what followed wasn’t a disdain of his emotions. instead, you took his face in your hands, gently wiping the tears away with your thumb. akaashi gave in and leaned against your palms and decided for the first and last time, he’s giving away his heart.

ꨄ IWAIZUMI Hajime has never felt so vulnerable before. around you, he just can’t seem to get a grip on his emotions. so he’s taking taking a leap of faith by wearing his heart on his sleeve. he’s so scared of you breaking it. but judging by the way you’re looking at him right now, it looks like he has nothing to worry about.

I'll go everywhere you go, You know I'll go, I'll go

ꨄ KITA Shinsuke never thought he’d love someone enough to give up his need for routines. snoozing and being unproductive were never his thing. but how can he say no when you’re tug the hem of his tshirt lightly, sleepy pleas begging for “five more minutes.” he knows he’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.

ꨄ KAGEYAMA Tobio didn’t think his heart even had space for anything other than volleyball. yet, you entered his life so abruptly and stole a space so easily, almost like you were meant to do it. by the time he realized, it was too late. kageyama tobio was yours and you his. he doesn’t tell anyone, but if one day, for whatever reason, you want him to stop playing volleyball and move somewhere where no one will ever find you, he wouldn’t even hesitate.

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[shini--chan]

I love you're writing skills! How would be the reader react when she travel the time back so like the 1600 in England?. And England would she see her in modern clothes. She want go back to her time(2020). Im so sorry for my bad English

Thank you, that is very sweet of you. Also don’t worry – your English probably isn’t as bad as you think.

If you want to see anything else set in that period, go and check that Pirate AU! Post. Now on to this here.

Yandere England – 1600s/Timetravler

Whether you would like it or not, you would find yourself hurtling through time and landing in England during the 17th century. Right in Puritan England to be precise, literally the worst decade to land into right after ending up in the middle of a battle. You would be wandering the countryside, in total confusion as well as in complete panic. That would be how Arthur would find you. He would be heading back home, utterly disgruntled by the state of affairs that he would have to suffer under. Then he would notice you, an alien entity by all means, in your strange clothing and foreign manners. First, he would consider just leaving you to your fate (which could be very gruesome) as the loon you would appear to be to him. Then he would remember the supposed Christian values of hospitality and altruism and approach you to take you home with him.

You would be both relieved and frightened to see somebody approach you. Through his clothing it would dawn upon you that you were really in the past. Despite fearing being deemed a witch or being interrogated or suffering from any other fate that would cross your mind, you would know that you would need help. The moment Arthur would open his mouth to inquire about you, the final nail would be hammered in the coffin. The Old English that would meet your ears would be absolute proof that was once history would be your present. A notion that would be affirmed when Arthur’s face would wrinkle in confusion when you would use your English.

Your strange use of his language would confuse, but would nevertheless ring a bell in the back of his mind. It would remind him how English had developed over the centuries. Would your way of using it just be a natural result of further evolution, hence making you a … timetravler? That would be at least what you would be trying to convey over the language barrier. Arthur would be sceptical at first, wanting to rule out all other possibilities before believe you. If you’d think him to be a fool, then you’d have something else coming. Then you’d try to use evidence to convince him.

Quickly, he grabbed the strange thing you were holding out to him. After giving you a brief mistrusting look, he would take a few steps away from you. A paranoid bastard as ever, he turned to stand in such a way that you couldn’t see everything he was doing while keeping an eye on you.

The thing that you handed to him was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was rectangular and slim, smooth with its dark glass and opaque surfaces. He glimpsed his own cruel visage in the reflection. Was it nothing more than a strange mirror?

Then he went on to inspect the sides, the tips of his fingers finding a few elevations in the material. Curious, he pressed one of them …

… and nearly dropped it when the dark glass promptly lit up and it emitted a strange sound. You yelled besides him, suddenly directly at his side since your device had been endangered. He was sure that hadn’t his reflexes been so quick, then he would have to defend himself against a very enraged stranger. Instead, you glare at him, as irritated as you were, and tried to snatch your thing back.

Agitated by your action in turned, Arthur roughly pushed you away, sending you sprawling to the ground. You cussed at him, the aggressor recognising a few of the swears you tossed at him but not finding himself bothered enough to respond and instead staring at the picture that had manifested.

There was a colourful background, the nuances and lines and shadows showing a painting that was far more realistic then any he had ever seen before. In front of it, a series of number shined at him. One set was probably the time, he deduced, while the other was most likely the date from how it was written.

2021 …

That was nearly 400 hundred years in the future. He looked at you, observed how you had picking stones out of your scraped and bleeding palms.

Despite your disagreeable demeanour, you would likely prove very useful to him.

He would promptly take you with him, trying his best to convey to you through gestures and miss-matched words that he would only want to help you. If you prove define, then he would coerce you into following him by taking your smartphone hostage. Once you would calm down, then you would rationalize that this would probably be the best option you could receive and concede his wishes.

Arthur would keep you in his house, ensure that all the servants would steer clear from the rooms he would house you in, and gradually butter up to you, with all intentions of drawing the details of his future out of you. Other than that, he would intently observe you, knowing that the behavioural patter say a lot about a person, and in extension, give clues about the environment they grew up in. And needly to say, he would be very surprised by some things.

“You know, it is the third time you demand to be allowed to wash yourself this week. Don’t you think you are going too far? There is miasma in the water, and if you continue like this, not only will you render yourself a fool, but you’ll also become sick”, he chided you as he watched you hauled a bucket up the stairs.

As weak as you were, you were struggling with your heavy load, evidence to the lack of physical labour you had done in your life. It made Arthur ask himself if everybody in the future would be as weak and spoiled as you are, or if you were just the exception.

Either way, while manners and etiquette called for him to ease your burden which you evidently couldn’t manage on your own, he found the sight of you straggling up the flight of cold stone steps far too amusing to intervene.

With trembling arms, your set down the bucket and stared at him, eyes shooting daggers up at him. “In case you didn’t know, it is dirt that actually makes people sick. It is cleanliness that prevents infection. Which is why you would do well to wash daily as well!”

With a frown, Arthur picked up his shirt to sniff it. In his opinion, he didn’t stink, so he didn’t see what you were making such a fuss about. He was also sure he had understood you correctly – the two of you had managed to sort out things to the extent that you could communicate fairly well.

“I think that changing underclothing daily and bathing once a month to be sufficient. And now, before you say anything, be sure to keep your attitude in check. I’ve had more than enough of it”, he told you.

He watched your face wrinkle and swore he heard you mutter: “Damn patriarchy and its superiority complex.”

He didn’t know whether to be alarmed about your very simplistic, black-and-white view of the world and your grievous oversimplifications of the current era or be amused about how you thought you knew everything. Either way, he would have to take your words about the future with a grain of salt – who knew just how skewed your recounts would be.

“I fail to see how this has to do with that. The matter at hand is about the guest treating the host with respect, expected courtesy allowing humans to live together. I could put you out on the streets if you keep being a brat”, he countered.

You grasped the handle once more, water spilling over the rim as you picked it up with both hands. “We both know that you wouldn’t do that. You value me too much.”

And oh, in what ways he was beginning to value you.

For one, he would detest how condescending you would be, due to having all the knowledge of the next centuries and all the benefits that would come with it. Yet, he would bare most of it. When he wouldn’t, he’d let his sharp-tongue and centuries worth of life experience come to light. He would mock you for your nativity and prod at you for being coddled and accustomed to yet-to-be luxuries.

Arthur would tell you that he would put effort in finding a way to send you back to your own time. That would be a shameless lie. He wouldn’t be interested in anything of the sort. Rather he would insist on you staying with him, to help him further his imperial ambitions. Besides, you would be the most interesting and riveting thing that would have happened to him in ages. He would quickly grow attached to you, and with you having nobody else than him (he would ensure that) in a harsh and foreign world of which you would truly know little, you would find yourself relying on him.

He might tell you that he is a personification. Secrets for secrets, after all. And with him providing proof of his semi-immortality and the absurdity of time travel having happened you would be inclined to believe him. England would also tell you that if you would return to your own time, he would be sure to seek you out, so that you can be back together again. Besides rising alarm bells in your head, you would find yourself asking just how much of the timeline you would end up altering with the scrapes of information that he would wheedle out of you.

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"why you’re so obsessed with me?" Yandere Taehyung

"Jimin what’s wrong with you and Jeongyeon,it’s like something is going on between you guys,do you have a crush on her 😂?" Yandere Jimin

"Yoongi, baby, you’re so soft for someone with your backstory I thought you would be more on the tough side,how do you handle yourself on street???" Yandere Yoongi

"Namjoon if you, me and nayeon get nominated for the Student Council President who would win? who would deserve it?" Yandere Namjoon

"Yoongi, my baby why don’t you take care of yourself?? Jeongguk could you please look after him? I don’t wanna something like that beat up situation happen again" Yandere Yoongi and Yandere Jeongguk

"Yoongi why you listen to rap? I’m pretty sure you have nothing in common with their lyrics" Yandere Yoongi

(I want to see how yoongi reacts to someone as shy as him) Yandere Yoongi

"Jeongguk your father live with you and your mother? like nothing ever happened?" Yandere Jeongguk

"Yoongi why you listen to rap? I’m pretty sure you have nothing in common with their lyrics" Yandere Yoongi

"do you think i can come over to your house after school, I've seen everyone eles house but yours, plsss" Yandere Yoongi

"Jungkook, my lover, if you walk my baby yoongi home, I’ll give you a kiss afterwards. What will it be?" Yandere Jeongguk

"Yoongs, I hear your situation at home with your mother and after talking about it with my parents, they offered you to come stay with us if you want to?..." Yandere Yoongi

"Yoongi you said you work,what’s your “jobs”?" Yandere Yoongi

"Yoongi,my child have you ever been curious about your father and his new family?" Yandere Yoongi

"Jin, baby, why do you think you’re better than everybody else?" Yandere Seokjin

"August D, what do you have to say to all your bullys in high school/college?" Yandere August D

"Yoongi, how did you meet Y/n ?" Yandere August D

"Agust D!! Or should I say, yoongi? Ahah...I don't know if you remember me, but we used to go to middle school together!..." Yandere August D

"Hoseok, if you don't mind skipping out on club for today I was wondering if you could come sleepover at my place..." Yandere Hoseok

"I’m happy now everything is better for you and your mom Yoongi" Yandere August D

"Yoongi-ah do you want to go watch a movie together? Would it be too risky for Korea’s top rapper to go out with a girl?..." Yandere August D

"Yoongi sweetie what do you think of kids?" Yandere Yoongi

"Yoongi I think we should break up. Oh of course I still love you very much. I've been in love with you since high school..." Yandere August D

"Jeon Jeongguk, are the rumors true? do you have a sixpack? Answer" Yandere Jeongguk

"My hope! You are an absolute ray of sunshine in my life and i would love nothing more to be wrapped in your arms" Yandere Hoseok

"Namjoon I can’t believe you and Soobin are brothers, how is it you guys don’t have anything in common?" Yandere Namjoon

"Hoseok sweetie can you plan my wedding?this is what best friends are for" Yandere Hoseok

"Jungkook, I’ll show you my abs if you show me yours." Yandere Jeongguk

"Yoongi let’s start dating and nobody has to know it" Yandere Yoongi

BLACKPINK

"Taehyung sweetheart I think your babies would be so beautiful" Yandere Taehyung

"Taehyung, you said you wanted to fulfill my every wish, yeah? you've done a pretty good job so far and now my only wish is to submit fully to you, I want to be yours in every way that there is..." Yandere Taehyung

"Taehyung, sometimes I feel like you’re being sarcasm with that goddess shit" Yandere Taehyung

"when are we getting married?" Yandere Rosé | 🍊 anon

“rosé, to me you are more important than the sun, moon and stars. you are my everything. would you be mine for all of eternity?” Yandere Rosé

"whenever I hold you in my arms, what do you feel?" Yandere Rosé | 🍊 anon

"did you know that your the love of my life?" Yandere Jennie

"have you ever thought or feel your parents relationship is unhealthy or toxic???" Yandere Jennie

"I never want to let go of your embrace, can we please stay like this forever with you in my arms?" Yandere Jennie

"please kiss me as much as you want, it makes me feel good. Will you allow me to do the same in return?" Yandere Jennie

“rosie, you’re such a kind and caring person- you would be an excellent mother! would you be willing to start a family with me someday?” Yandere Rosé | 🥭 anon

"did you know that you’re the most beautiful person in my eyes?" Yandere Rosé

"whenever i take your face into my hands, do you love it?" Yandere Rosé

"your lips look so soft, can i feel how soft they would be against my own?" Yandere Rosé

"will you ever allow me to give you kisses?" Yandere Rosé

"should we hold each other tight when cuddling?" Yandere Rosé

"can we hold hands?" Yandere Rosé

"you look cold, would you like to sit on my lap so i can hold you and keep you warm?" Yandere Rosé

"Lalisa, one on on, you and Jeongguk, who would win?" Yandere Lisa

"who is loren? you and him seem close.. you’re dating him right? i’ll stop bothering you then, i didn’t realize you had someone already.." Yandere Rosé

"Rosé, if you give me all your love today, I will give you anything my soul could offer." Yandere Rosé 🍊 anon

"Jennie, could you please help me bandage my wounds? I kinda got messed up in a fight." Yandere Jennie

"Jisoo what kind of photos do you have that you never let anybody look at it?" Yandere Jisoo

"His name is Matthew, Jennie. Would you kill the guy for me? Im kinda this close to breaking down." Yandere Jennie

"sweetheart are you okay? you had a nightmare?..." Yandere Rosé

"Rosé, you haven’t to know where my baggy hoodies are, right?" Yandere Rose

"hey Rosé, is it okay if I can be vulnerable around you? I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable when I do so." Yandere Rosé

"tzuyu is so pretty.. i might ask her out- say, you have english with her later right?" Yandere Rosé

"Jennie, I know I’m in my bra and underwear but if you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I’ll give you something to remember." Yandere Jennie | NSFW

"rosie, i know we’re best friends but.. would you like to be something more than that?" Yandere Rosé

TWICE

"Wait, wait, Jennie, can you leave the night light on? I’m kinda scared of the dark." Yandere Jennie

"hey rosie- oh- you’re crying! rosie what’s wrong? you’re being bullied? by who? those assholes! stay close to me from now on, okay? next time one of them tries anything i’ll kill them." Yandere Rosé

"Jennie, you're so short, it makes my wanna pick you up and spin you around! Ah, you're so damn cute!!" Yandere Jennie

"rosie you’re so hot, damn. your future spouse is so lucky" Yandere Rosé

"J-Jennie, hey t-there. Listen im sorry for barging into your room when you were changing, I-I forgot to knock! I promise I didn’t see anything, I’m not a pervert! I’m s-sorry!" Yandere Jennie

"can you make me yours? Please" Yandere Sana

"why you’re so beautiful?" Yandere Tzuyu

"you and that yoongi kid kind of look alike isn’t that strange??" Yandere Chaeyoung

"Sana can you tell me the story of your scar?" Yandere Sana

"Chaeyoung, will you ever allow me to ever cuddle with you?" Yandere Chaeyoung

"Sana, I have read your father’s book, it’s a masterpiece, do you write yourself like like him?" Yandere Sana

"Damn Jihyo how do you get access to dark web????" Yandere Jihyo

"Chaeyoung, you need to be warm or you can get sick. Here, wear my hoodie, it’ll fit." Yandere Chaeyoung

"Jihyo if I become joker, will you be my dr Quinzel?" Yandere Jihyo

ITZY

"Ryujin I would love to meet your family,they seem interesting" Yandere Ryujin

"Jisu sweetheart can you teach about drugs?" Yandere Jisu

"Ryujin, in case you haven’t noticed yet, I have a very special relationships with a few clubs if you know what i mean, so how about you become my pet, hmm?" Yandere Ryujin

TXT

MAMAMOO

"Wheein why you hate men so much what they have done to you?" Yandere Wheein | TW: Sexual Assault/Harassment

"Hyejin why I love you so much????why you’re so perfect??" Yandere Hyejin

"Hey Byul I like your style" Yandere Byulyi

"Byul my moon you’re so cool to become a policewoman" Yandere Byulyi

"Yongsun baby you should think more about your career" Yandere Yongsun

[neworderscans]

Electronic - AOL Webchat, 07/30/96 (Bernard and Johnny answering fan questions in a chat using the same handle, I've made minor edits for clarity purposes - archive link in full here)

Max Warner [AOL Webchat host/moderator] : We'll be starting in just a few minutes. We are having some minor technical difficulties.

Max Warner: Johnny and Bernard will be using the screen name Elctrnic.

Max Warner: Just a couple more minutes.... we swear!

Max Warner: We're here with Johnny Marr and Bernard Sumner of ELECTRONIC.

Elctrnic: Hello From Bernard & Johnny

Max Warner: Here we go! after a few of those [Online host] Bringing together mainstays of two of the most influential bands of the last 15 years Bernard Sumner of New Order and Johnny Marr of The Smiths. The music of Electronic has exceeded even the high expectations that such a creative partnership undoubtedly engenders.

Max Warner: From Nexland: Question: Barney, Johnny Can U tell me the Story with George Michael. Where Did U meet Him???? it's funny because i saw a picture of Peter Hook with Barry White. That is Cool

Elctrnic: He was cutting his new record at the same studio we were in, hes a nice guy actually

Max Warner: From Embody123: Question: Bernie, what's the nicest thing about working with Marr (Marr: Vice Versa)?

Elctrnic: Johnny never calls me Bernie

Max Warner: From NewOrder3: Question: I would like to know whether any concerts will be scheduled in 1996 and who is the author of the paragraphs in the CD of "raise the pressure"

Elctrnic: At the moment were looking for the right musicians,we'd like to see everybody.

Elctrnic: Bernard wrote the text inside the album$

Max Warner: From SeanJorda: Question: Will either of you be doing any production work in the near future? Barney: I just listened to your SHARK VEGAS, TECHNOTRONIC, and BEAT CLUB tracks today.

Elctrnic: You really know your stuff. I would like to concentrate on Electronic $

Max Warner: From BigBoy666: Question: What do _you_ listen to?

Elctrnic: We mostly listen to European dance music and older good rock stuff, Stones 2000 Light Years, Bowie/Eno Be My Wife$

Max Warner: From APinto65: Question: How did it happen that Neil Tennant did not join up with you on this CD? It's still is fabulous, but I was just curious?

Elctrnic: Electronic is Johnny and Benard.Neil is a guest artist,Johnny is on the new P.S.Bs album

Elctrnic: On this album Karl Bartos from Kraftwek is the guest

Max Warner: From Nexland: Question: Barney, Johnny How are u Tonight???

Elctrnic: Really Groovy

Max Warner: From SeanJorda: Question: How did you guys like TRAINSPOTTING, and Barney- did you like the use of TEMPTATION in the film?

Elctrnic: Its a great film, it opens friday in the U.S. I was proud to be associated with it

Max Warner: From AJ Wells: Question: Hey Barney... how is the jogging coming along? Any Olympic hopes?

Elctrnic: Im meeting up with Ben Johnsons dealer tonight so I should be o.k

Max Warner: From Embody123: Question: Marr: what do you think of MOJO magazine's listing you in the top 25 greatest guitar players of all time?

Elctrnic: Whos this Hendrix bloke ?

Max Warner: From LLabo2909: Question: Johnny, will you ever be joining Morrissey for a reunion tour with the Smiths. Please say yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Elctrnic: Sure Boris, do you see any quiffs about?

Max Warner : From AJ Wells: Question: Barney... what ever happened to Section 25? Or Shark Vegas? Or Stexx? Or 52 Street?

Elctrnic: All in mental institutions I think, honestly!

Max Warner: From BBMountai: Question: I've heard that Johnny's been websurfing lately and was wondering if Bernard has also? And what do you both think of the web sites fans create about you?

Elctrnic: Johnny's quite into the web.We intend to make our sites more personal and as informative as possible.we're into it

Max Warner: From Jester000: Question: Johnny I was wondering what gave you hte idea for the whales used in "last night I dreamt...." thanks, glenn

Elctrnic: Bernards getting his browser together when he gets back to U.K

Max Warner: From Embody123: Question: How long did the new album take?

Elctrnic: The sound is actually a protest march sound effect slowed right down.Angry unemplyed.

Max Warner: From PULPTALEN: Question: What is the most succesful song in your career?

Elctrnic: The new album took two years to make but it only feels like one year and eleven months

Max Warner: From Annabel50: Question: hows life in the fast world?

Elctrnic: Slow

Elctrnic: How soon is Monday

Max Warner: From CADS1: Question: are you guys in nyc

Elctrnic: Yes

Max Warner: From Cphel: Question: Bernard- Is New Order no more? Johnny and Bernard-Why no PSB involvement?

Elctrnic: Not quite suree abot that one. P.S.Bs were guests.

Max Warner: From NEXLAND: Question: Do u feel any pressure with an new album??????

Elctrnic: I hope thats not a joke ,

Max Warner: From Femboheme: Question: I love, actually worship the new album. I also love the b-sides, do you have any good instrumentals on any upcomming singles for us?

Elctrnic: Were gonna do some new stuff soon. Were really glad you like the new Album,Thanks.

Max Warner : From CanadaBil: Question: You guys have had awesome careers!! I've been a fan of both since day one. Bernie, is it true that you (New Order) own a bar on one of the islands off the coast of Spain? I'd like to go. Thanks!!

Elctrnic: We dont own a bar in Spain, well not that I know of anyway.We recorded Technique in Ibiza/Spain

Max Warner: From Jcorker: Question: Bernard-Any relation to Sting?

Elctrnic: Hes my great Grandfather actually!

Max Warner: From KCleary: Question: Your music style is not necessarily the most accessible or popular in today's music scene when compared with what's on the charts - i.e. grunge, hard rock. Do you see that as a positive Question or negative when you go into the studio and/or when you tour?

Elctrnic: There should always be a place for someone who is different

Max Warner: From CADS1: Question: at the end of get the message what are you saying

Elctrnic: I am saying "Living on peanuts ain't my scene,shame that word rhymes with mean"

Max Warner: From FBrowniii: Question: do you guys care what radio thinks of your eclectic mix of styles? (we won't tell the record company execs :)

Elctrnic: No

Max Warner: From Femboheme: Question: Who writes the lyrics, who music? Is it a mix or is there a majority-one does more of one thing than the other?

Elctrnic: We both write the music and Bernard writes the Lyrics

Max Warner: From NewOrder3: Question: to Bernard: what do you think of the compilation: Tribute to Joy Division ? are you flattered ?

Elctrnic: I was touched by the gesture

Max Warner : From LLabo2909: Question: Johnny as usual you have great taste in music. is it true that you went guitar shopping with Noel from Oasis? the best band in the world!

Elctrnic: Yeah I did,but in future Noel can take his cheque book

Max Warner: From Lucozade: Question: heard you're both insatiable gossips. any new dish?

Elctrnic: O.K , Prince Charles is Ice T,s lover!, it's true!

Max Warner: From Bridge bo: Question: would you guys consider yourselves closer to christians or zen budhists??

Elctrnic: Were from The Church Of The "Not To Bothered"

Max Warner: We're running out of time... 2 more Questions.

Max Warner : From HammoFam: Question: How do you compare the bands of the 90's w/the bands of the 80's? Honestly, do you miss the 80's?

Elctrnic: We both really miss Flok Of Seagulls and Wang Chung! it's really sad

Max Warner: AND here's the last Question, from SJacobs62: Question: what is your favorite band?

Elctrnic: We dont really have one favourite band.Were going now,thanks to everybody whos supported us in the past and hopefully well be in touch one way or other soon. Take care

Elctrnic: from Johnny and Bernard

Max Warner: Bernard and Johnny, thanks for coming.

Elctrnic: Cheers!

[the-firebird69]

These people are spent O. K. They're spent a long time ago. Right now, it's ridiculous. I've never seen so many stupid people blaming about nothing in my life. You need to have automobile insurance to rent a. rental car. You need to have automobile insurance to rent a rental truck. The reason why you need insurance is because the insurance companies do a check. and they make sure that you are a rentable person. They do background checks. They do. checks on your driving record and they verify it and they use the service. It takes like a day or two to get approved for. auto insurance. Or they use a system, and it checks all that stuff but it costs money and you have to be buying the policy. And U haul does not want to be in automobile insurance business. They're not. insurers of vehicles. And really, we can't stand you. What you've been saying is terrible. You're you're wrong all the time There's other things that are ridiculous. And we found them to be very trite. You're saying something like we don't understand. what you're asking about is not what you're saying. You're saying here's the answer and you're lying and you can go to jail. And he said you'll get beat up Outback and you probably will as well. by your own people. You're just sitting there saying stupid **** to them And this girl, Emily, does not know a **** thing about what he's saying. What our son is saying is I don't want to go to that stupid funeral on my own dime. I have no money to get there. And he said it before and he's been saying I can't actually get there and I don't wanna go there and there's no will and testimony and you just send me out there and say I'm trapped there in Florida's horrible. So you're making my life miserable because you're a **** idiot. This is some real cheesy **** What you people do is **** **** cheesy. When he's moving and stuff, he knows he has somewhere to go and some thing to do. And there's a game. Wha.... thing to do. And there's a game. What you people are are these cheap little **** who don't know what you're doing. That's a crap **** move. There's a lot to do there in Arizona. There's a huge number of things, but not right now. And the people trying to help you don't know what they're **** doing either. and they don't want him there because of the pseudo empire is not true. But you're not doing that. You're not doing a fake thing for them, and you're not using cover. You're just a bunch of **** bothering him and everybody else who wants to rent a vehicle. And Our sun said this.'cause

;YOU PROBABLY CAN GET A TEMPORARY INSURANCE POLICY AND I IKNKOW ABOUT IT I GOT IT TO GO TO MEXICO BUT ON MY CAR, AND THEY MAY INSURE YOU IF YOU HAD A POLICY WIHT THEM FOR A MOVE OR OTHER SHORT TERM INSURANCE POLICY. AND PROBABLY WILL COST A FEW HUNDRED DOLLRS;;

We actually know they have these policies, and people can get them. Now, these **** did not say anything about it. And it's really stupid 'cause they need trucks out there, and they probably just keep them, and they don't wanna send the trunks. They themselves have to move, and probably won't have insurance, and think that they do and they don't. Some of them are dumb, some are running a scam. Most of them don't know what they're doing. And we found this in the factories. They're a whole bunch of **** **** following the orders of this spinned TBI level 3 zombie. We have. that guy. He's a **** **** **** and he can't help it is true. But boy, is he nasty. He is a nasty **** **** **** It's probably because of this guy, Hawthorne. He's a freaking idiot too. He's running around. He's full of gibberish and yammering. It's like a street person. It. they're no longer around. OK, he's doing this piece, and he thought he was in that time, and he couldn't remember. I mean, he's, he's smoked. We have some things to report. Not a ton, but wow. What a bunch of jerks. This straightens it out. So we're gonna print, and you can all take a bath, and everybody's hatred and die.

Thor Freya

im gonna get you all a job at playtell testing out the shapes that go in the holes see ify ou cn handle it. prob not unsafe toy can fitup bja ass

Zues hahahah Hera

and we deserve it yes. eachand everly line item of his life we do this and i see the numbers are out. need yoou out you dont follow orders. dont tel him and she did as it is lame. fvery lanme cant go to the funeral dont care if he is in it was in a refer and then out after i leave and has cncer stage five level five grpo fivfe 5555 and shit. so this blwos. ok. fn stupid shit.

start a war here yeh w the psuedo empire and we cant do it. nope.

john r

Olympus

[deberiaestarescribiendo]

Hit me with your best shot

A/N: Hey! I saw the #WritersWednesday challenge on @autumnleaves1991-blog blog and thought it was an amazing opportunity to let the creativity flow and though I just started showing my works on here I guess giving it a chance wouldn't hur anybody and maybe some of you would enjoy this as much as I did writing it. And on that note, I'd like to thank every writer on here because your works have helped me a lot during these weird times; and of course speacilly to you @autumnleaves1991-blog for this and your "You're my best friend" series that made me cry, yearn (so much yearning) and loved every single minute of it, thank you!

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female character ( I decided to leave her very undeterminated as it's narrated on Javi's perspective I decided to use she/her pronouns, but I guess you could read it as a f!reader?)

Summary: Post-season 3, Javi and the character go on a date to Laredo's funfair (You could read this as a small piece on its own or as a part of the series I'm currently writing; if you're interested is on my blog and I haven't posted much since I opened it)

Warning: None (let me know if I should mark something) fluff! maybe some kissing...

Another thing! I've just finished this, so brace yourselves for some mistakes and mispellings, sorry

(I was listening to Kacey Musgraves while writing this, if you want to add more fluff to it)

She’s lovely with that white summer dress, she’s tapping her feet nervously looking around the street waiting for his car to arrive, but Javi is parked on the side of the road chewing a nicorette that has already lost all its taste. He observes how she peeks at her watch. He’s already late and doesn’t know what would make him feel any more terrible: standing her up or going on a date with her like an old creep.

Come on, Peña he urges himself to make a decision, but before he can make up his mind, he hears the door unlocking.

“Hey! I thought something had caught you up” she smiles and any doubts he had had been lifted. Gosh she’s pretty

“Sorry, I’m late I had...” he can make up any excuse and he feels he’s just smiling like an idiot.

“Don’t worry” she seats and adjusts her dress shyly “I see we’re making progress” she motions to his mouth

“Oh, yeah, I’ve been very good.” Javi says proudly and follows the road full of car towards the fair “I haven’t had a smoke in...a month, I think”

“Congrats!” she cheers “You deserve a reward then” she grins

“Sure?” he smirks eying her briefly not losing the sight of the road

“Whatever you want” she nods

“But a cigarette, of course”

“Obvs” she chuckles

“Then I better think for a really good reward, I deserve it”

“Yep”

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­­­­­­­­­She’s talking about the first time she came to the funfair being a child. Javier is listening partially; part of his focus is on everybody around them. It feels like all Laredo is there and they had been stopped a few times already by people that wanted to shake his hand and thank him for his service; and Javi starts to feel like the music is too loud, there’s too many people around them and that he doesn’t want to hear the word “hero” anymore. So he tries really hard to look at her, to concentrate his mind on how she interrupts her speech when she looks directly at him, how she blushes, how the warm breezes moves the baby hairs that frame that beautiful visage, how her lips shine with that chapstick she uses and that he’s dying to taste.

“Anyway we can do any ride but that one” she points at the big one in the middle that spins fast creating a wave of screams and laughter every time it makes a round “Unless you want me to puke all over your pretty plaid shirt”

“You like my shirt?” he smirks

“Yeah” she tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear “You look like a real cowboy” she adds. Her smile is brighter than any of the thousand small lights that illuminate the fair.

“I like your dress” Javier leaves his hand hang languidly close to hers until their skin brushes against each other. When he sees she doesn’t recoil, he grabs her hand locking his fingers with hers.

He can sense her nervousness, but hopes it’s the good kind. The exact same feeling he has at the moment, those soft palpitations that he hasn’t felt in years; the butterflies. Eventually she answers his compliment:

“Thanks, it was just 10$” instantly she looks down at her feet “God! I’m terrible at this”

“At what?” the people look at him and then at her, and then their gaze is fixed on their intertwined hands. Javi knows that the rumors are already spreading and hopes that whatever she’s going to hear about him in the next few days doesn’t ruin this.

“Dates...flirt...this” she points at him and then herself

“I cannot believe that” he counters

“Seriously? hey your dress is pretty; yes it cost me ten dollars” she mimics

“I thought it was cute”

“Cute?” she raises her right eyebrow

“Yes, you’re cute” Javi maintains

“You too” she admits

“Me?”

“Yeah! A pretty cute cowboy in plaid” she laughs

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­­­­­­­­­­­­­­She makes him forget about this damn town, even Colombia and everything that happens seems a billion years away. If the people around them bother her, she doesn’t say. She doesn’t speak with him like anybody in town after he’s been back. For her it’s just Javi, and this Javi can have fun: he has shared a cotton candy with her, he has done some of the strongest rides even if his back is killing him, he has hold her waist when she jumped and screamed on the Tunnel of Terror and then laughed out loud when they got out.

“Javi!” she calls “We forgot about your reward for your first month without a smoke” she holds his hand and stars running towards the shooting gallery.

“You have five shots to win one of our wonderful set of prices. You just have to hit the little birds once”

The targets come and go up and down on the wheel, the paint on them is chipped, testimony of a long life in these funfairs and many missed shots. She takes one of the guns and closes one of her eyes aiming towards the wooden forms that spin on the wheel.

“Take a look of the plushies, cowboy, I’m gonna win you one” she says cockily

“Yeah, sure” he scoffs

“What? you don’t think I’m capable?” she turns towards him, gun still in her hand

“Wow, first of all, never point to somebody with a gun” Javi grabs the barrel and pushes it downwards “even if it’s not real, and second, open both of your eyes to aim” he explains

“Yes, sir. I forgot you were an agent. I better follow your orders, then” she winks at him and with a deep breath resumes her posture to take her first shot. Failing.

“Shit” she grunts “Have you chosen?” she points to the wall on the right full of stuff toys

“Erm...Does it matter?”

“Absolutely, come on, it motivates me”

The toys are horrendous; surely they’ve been doing their round around every fun fair in Texas for ages.

“Okay, one of the teddy bears” he agrees with a shrug

“No! no! be more specific” she scolds “Do you want the big one? the white one with the red bowtie? the brown with the small farmer hat? Or...Look!” she jumps excitedly “There’s a cowboy one, I’m gonna get you the cowboy” she nods and tries a second time, missing.

Javi mocks her and leans on her shaking in laughter.

“Yeah, really funny. Why don’t you try then?” she passes him the gun. After he has collected himself, he adjusts his posture and aims. Nothing.

She crosses her arms over her chest and observes him with an amused grin.

He doesn’t wait longer until he tries again and misses.

“You only got one left”

“Say goodbye to your teddy bear, cowboy” she whispers in his ear. Her sweet perfume and her voice distract him briefly. For a second he wants to throw the gun away and take her in his arms at last.

Javier shots again

“No luck today, sir, if you want to try again is three dollars”

Javi refuses the man with a gesture; she doesn’t say a thing for a minute, but then snorts and cries in laughter

“You’re lousy shot!” she screams

“You missed too” he defends

“Yeah, two shots, and you three, but who of us is a well trained agent, huh?” she sassed

Javi bites his lip, both hands on his hips; he knows there’s no way to defend his shitty shots.

“I still gained a reward though” he gazes at her

“Yeah, that’s true. What do you want then? I still have a few of dollars on me if you want a sundae or something”

“No, not that” he walks towards her and she instinctively recoils until she’s against the tent of the shooting gallery “I want something sweeter” he places his hands on her waist.

“Wh-hat?”

He bends and holds her at the same time, saving the height difference between them. He just brushes his lips against hers at first until she sighs and comes closer to him standing on her tiptoes. Javi deepens the kiss savoring the fruity chapstick she wears. Her lips are soft and sweet as he has imagined since he met her, her soft moans are music to his ears and he wants to hear more.

“Wow, you’re an incredible kisser, Javi Peña, but a terrible shot” she assures.

[erensnubs]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖

Colt Grice x F! Reader Dystopian AU

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1.6k

"[NAME]! AHHHH YOU'RE HERE!!" Hange screamed across the room. Your head was turning all around the bright, marble like room as you tried to find the familiar auburn head.

You whipped your head around after talking to Dr. Pyxis.

Dr. Pyxis smiled at you as he acknowledged Hange's presence and walked away. Hange was running, their hair flying with Moblit behind her muttering "sorry" and "excuse us" to the victims of their running.

They flung their arms over your shoulders and squeezed ever so tightly. Your breath hitched and reluctantly patted Hange's arms.

"My god! How have you been? You look stressed. Is Levi bothering you too much? You know you could just stay at HQ! You can live with me and it's cheaper!!" Hange muttered, burying your body into theirs.

You try to pry yourself from Hange's grasp, but they keep holding on.

"You know Levi never tells me anything right? I mean we've known each other for a while through us, I mean for God's sakes we dated! And then you're so busy writing up papers and meeting with people so it's just like I-"

Moblit grabs Hange's shoulders and pushes them away from you. He audibly sighed and buried his face with his hands.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the stark contrasts of their faces as they looked at each other.

"Hange I'm doing fine alright? And Levi's coming to the after party there's nothing wrong with him. By the way, you look ravishing," you said pretentiously with a little smirk.

Hange's face lit up, "Oh [Name], you are getting flirty. But yes thank you for the compliment."

Hange started sliding back and forth on the polished floor, posing in their velvet red suit, the coat tails swishing behind them. Their hair was down and curled at the ends, with the ends fringed with a brighter red from previous hair dyes. Hange's eyes and lips were tinted red, her overall theme and it looked messy, and rushed. Exactly the way you liked it.

Moblit smiled tiredly at you and you patted him on the back, "Moblit how are you besides sighing so much?"

"Oh fine, I just don't know how I'm going to survive this ball and the after party. I spent a good 5 hours of our evening last night, experimenting with some new tools for missions," he said nervously.

"Oh Moblit, don't stress yourself out so much. Your inventions and experiments are insightful and they truly contribute to the research. Take a break sometime," you say reassuringly, as you lecture him.

"That's exactly what I told him! I caught him doing experiments when I told him not to!" Hange said. "Lighten up for once Moblit!"

You nodded, "I agree. This ball isn't a job, it's a break for people who work their asses off like you to help save us."

"I guess…. But heyyy… aren't you and Erwin acting as dates when you're actually just pushing an agenda?" He inquired playfully.

You smirk at him, "The ball is my work time, the after party is when I loosen up."

Hange spoke up, "Speaking of which, CAN SOMEONE GET ME SOME ALCOHOL FOR ALL 3 OF US. 2 FOR ME AND 2 FOR THEM!"

You grabbed Hange by the shoulder and laughed into it, "I swear Hange you are so scary to be in public with."

They looked at you with a questioning gaze, "Well how the hell am I supposed to get wine when all the waiters and people are over there where all the rich people are? They'll come to me, not the other way around."

A dark-haired boy with green-blue eyes trudged over to Hange. Eren Yeager. Stupid little shit, you had to teach him for a while when you were training soldiers but a passionate one. Beside him was Armin Artlet, the blonde boy who was arguably one of the smartest children you've ever met.

"Here you go. The other waiters just told us to bring these to you," Eren murmured.

"Hey speak up, Yeager," you tell him.

"He-"

You looked at him again, "I'm just playing kid come here and give me a hug,"

He looked at you surprisingly and passed the glasses of champagne to Moblit and Hange before tightening his arms around you.

Eren and particularly his classmates were the only teenagers you have ever liked in your life. They were smart, determined, and knew how to goof off, and have fun. You developed a sort of parenting attitude towards them, as you watched them rise in the ranks.

Armin hesitantly wrapped your arms around you, but you pulled him closer and kissed the tops of their foreheads.

"My god how the hell did you grow? You're up to my neck now Yeager and Artlert too! What are they feeding you", you say sipping your champagne flute.

"The same thing they've been serving since we went to training camp," Eren said, snickering.

You raised your eyebrows at them, "So how's life going for you? Don't you have your special Survey Corps dance thing coming up soon? You guys excited for that?"

"Not me," Armin said reluctantly. "I don't have a date."

Eren started laughing at him, "Pffft… lame."

Armin threw a dirty look at him, "Oh shut the fuck up, you don't either."

You cross your arms and look at both of them, "The government parties aren’t all about relationships you know. It's about hanging out with your friends as well. If you really feel bad about it just go in a group together."

Armin spoke up, his mood lightening immediately, "Did you go in a group? Are you all still friends?"

You waved your hand nonchalantly, "My 1st time I didn't go, I snuck over to the underground area in the city I lived in and watched street racing with some friends. Got in trouble of course, but I got lots of money from bets. The next 2 times I did go with friends but the last time I went with-"

"Oh, we shouldn't have brought that up Dr. [Name]," Eren said apologetically.

"Oh no no no, don't feel bad I can't just keep my fiance's memory buried." You gulped at the choice of words but went on.

"He would have loved to share these stories with you. But for now, you should be hanging out with your other friends not with an old person like me. And try drinking a little," you smiled with a hint of sadness that was quickly upturned while you flashed your teeth.

Eren interjected, "You're not THAT old Dr."

"Sweetheart I am old all right. Now go I think Mikasa is waiting for you," you shoo them along with your hands and usher them back to the middle. The two boys quickly walked away back to their friends. You sighed and looked around you and realized Moblit and Hange were out of sight and Erwin was nowhere to be seen.

"[Name]."

"Oh my god, Erwin! You can't just sneak up on me like that!" You say as the blonde was literally looming over from behind you.

"Sorry but I was wondering how the papers are going. I was chatting with Mr. Zachary over there and he said he would love to sign our papers," Erwin tilted his head to the old man with the white beard and glasses.

"Doesn't he monitor the 3 parts of the government?" You asked Erwin.

He nodded, "Having him on our side would help us out a lot. Any progress for you?"

"Dr. Pyxis said he would sign. I just have to convince Nick and Nile," you rolled your eyes.

Nick believed that all the funding should go to the military police, to help protect the citizens. You have argued and counterattacked that one day there might be no people to protect, no military police to defend because the funding was put all into one place.

"AT LEAST PART OF THE FUNDING SHOULD BE PUT FOR OUR MISSIONS!" You yell at Nile.

Nile rolled his eyes, "Sorry to say this but the public might not agree. They don't care about your little missions."

"Well the PUBLIC Nile, is full of cowards who want to be protected by another set of cowards because the goddamn government doesn't know that the best place to put their money is in the Scout Regiment. They're the ones that's actually doing something," you say.

You stepped forward, "The public doesn't have an MD. The public has not spent a good chunk of their lives researching this. The public is not head of the government's esteemed research section. The public doesn't have knowledge that I do.

"Really cowards? What are you some self-righteous wannabe?"

"Oh shut the fuck up, Nile. All of you in this room are fucking cowards. People's lives have been lost just because we didn't have enough supplies and food for a group of 100 soldiers," you say and left the room.

That was 2 weeks ago and Hange and Erwin were present, and that's when you 3 decided to convince everybody to sign these papers.

Erwin nodded,"You can take a break for now, Nick and Nile are chatting up with some women."

You nodded at Erwin and parted ways. You grabbed a piece of dessert from the long dining table and leaned your back against the wall and drank more champagne. You lifted your head and tried to think of ways to convince them.

Nick was a religious man, and was one of the people who believed that the Warning was a sign from God. Maybe you could throw in a little religion, say that the money could help find out of it is really God. For Nile, just threaten the man. He was a coward at heart so that would be easy. But what if he backed out on the papers? Didn't actually mean it? What would you do then?

You hummed to yourself the possibilities, not even noticing the man standing in front of you.

"Uh, hey? You seem lost in thought."

Prev/next

[wrightiverse]

Hello and this is me annotating/doing director's commentary for the last chapter of Crowd as a victory lap. There's no indulgence like self-indulgence.

“I’ll just make my hot young boyfriend help me,” Robin teases. “When I’m eighty, you’ll only be sixty-nine.”

I love to take a thing from the beginning of a story/scene and revisit it at the end. In this case, 'hot young boyfriend' is a light callback to 'sexy-ass, significantly younger boyfriend' back at the beginning when Robin was sad about the empty nest situation. This is, I think, the first time we specify their exact age gap. It is also the exact age gap I have with my own partner, because I’m very lazy like that. (None of this was written with any reference to what's gone on in the podcast over the last year or so, which is good because it sounds like the whole aging thing for Glenn could have gotten really confusing. Wrightiverse Glenn came back right after Ravenloft, none of that other stuff happened to him. It's all good. Canon is optional.) * * * * *

It’s not like the men in his family have much luck in that area, anyway; Glenn never met either of his grandfathers, and Bill didn’t make it much past fifty.

I think Meryl actually lived for hundreds of years and is still alive in Faerun and they should totally meet, but Glenn doesn’t know all that. * * * * *

Aesthetics aside, it didn't seem like there was much for Glenn to look forward to in middle age and beyond. Nick would grow up and wouldn’t need his dad anymore, and Glenn would be all alone.

From Glenn’s second chapter in Crowd, when Robin is sad about Connor leaving for college:

“I want him to be independent,” Robin is trying to explain into Glenn’s knee, “but also I don’t want to be all alone.” Glenn flicks his ear reproachfully. “You're not all alone. I’m right here, dumbass.”

Sometimes what seems obvious when we're explaining it to somebody else doesn't feel as obvious when it's our turn. Admittedly, Glenn is coming to this with a different set of experiences than Robin is. More on that later. * * * * *

His career would go to shit, because getting old only works for rock stars if they’re actually bluesmen in disguise, like Keith Richards.

I think I got this theory from something Chuck Klosterman wrote, probably Fargo Rock City. * * * * *

He starts his grounding exercise without even thinking about it. Five things he can see: one, an information sign for the city park. Two, a freshly-painted bike rack. Three, some big public art sculpture that looks like a giant rusty hairbrush…

This particular grounding exercise came up earlier in Crowd. I didn't make it up for the story, it's real and many people find that it works well. Feel free to try it! The exercise he alludes to when they’re on the beach, creating ‘safe spaces’ out of vivid memories with lots of sensory details, is also based on a real thing. Lauren, his therapist, is named after the therapist who worked with me on my own PTSD and taught me that and a lot of other good stuff. At least based on my own experience, I can highly recommend EMDR if you can find a good practitioner. * * * * *

It was a hella sweet gesture from the kid.

Connor’s introduction in Name has to do with him carrying shirts past Glenn, and one of those shirts becomes important later to Robin. Given how big the GC3 actually seems to be, I don’t think Connor did the majority of their merch. I assume they used a regular printer and Connor just did small runs of fun custom stuff when he feels like it, meaning not much changed after Glenn quit. * * * * *

Of course, Robin is the only member of the family wearing the shirt right now, because Robin is the only one who doesn’t care that it isn’t cool to wear merch from the gig at the gig itself.

I have no idea how widespread the ‘no wearing merch from the gig at the gig’ thing is, but that’s the rule I learned. * * * * *

Robin is chatting away about something, but it’s hard to follow with all the noise and distraction around them. Glenn decides to let it ride, and allows himself to zone out and just watch Robin talk.

As requested by my brilliant co-author, this is a callback to when Robin spaces out watching Glenn talk on their first date. Both Robin and Glenn are consistently very prone to tuning out when the other one is talking, but neither of them particularly care. As Glenn says on their dinner date - sometimes a man just wants to think out loud for a while and get a ‘hell yeah’ in response. * * * * *

It's vastly unfair that Robin looks so good in direct sunlight, but he probably pulls it off because he's the one person in Los Angeles who isn't trying to look younger than he actually is.

Glenn should spend less time in WeHo. * * * * *

There’s already more gray in Robin’s hair than when they met, although Glenn will only accept partial blame for that. Either way, the old man’s on track to be a full-on silver fox before he even hits fifty.

It felt necessary to drop a reminder that despite how Glenn talks about him, Robin is not actually that damn old. I mean, I'm sure that sounds very old to some of you, but when you're in your mid-to-late 30s like Glenn, somebody in their late 40s is not unreasonably decrepit. I think it has more to do with their respective energies than actual birthdays. * * * * *

“What is it?” Robin has noticed Glenn’s gaze, and he touches his own face to check if there's something on it.

Glenn grins. "Nothing, just ogling."

This is another callback to their first date:

“Do I have something on my face?” Glenn asks, and rubs at his mouth.

“No, you’re good.” Robin says. “You’re great.”

Because I adore a full-circle moment, that's why. * * * * *

“Your eyes were intense," Robin laughs. "It looked like you were going to start growling redrum at me."

This is my own fault for saying in the last chapter that Glenn was rambling about Kubrick moon landing conspiracies when he comes back from his walk. I tried like seven different ways to get them on the subject. I still don’t know if it feels natural. * * * * *

Glenn stabs an accusatory finger toward Robin. “Did you suggest not doing the show because you knew I’d argue with you and talk myself into doing it?”

Can’t outro this story without at least a little argayment.

Glenn usually finds him in the bathroom at the end of the night, looking grumpy about being up past his bedtime and holding some girl’s hair back while she barfs.

With what we've learned about Robin over the course of Crowd, we now have the context to understand that for Robin, this drunk girl is very much the ghost of Christmas Past. I don't imagine he goes to many of these parties.

* * * * *

It doesn’t bother Glenn a bit. Life isn’t a movie, the cheerleader doesn’t have to put on leather pants and start smoking in order to get her bad boy and her happily ever after.

I know that there’s more going on in Grease than that, but consider: would Glenn know that?

* * * * *

He and Robin are very different people, and they always will be. They don’t make sense on the surface, but they both know who they are, and who they are fits together perfectly.

Circling back to Robin at the end of Name, expressing his anxieties:

Robin rests his forehead on the steering wheel, avoiding Glenn’s eyes. “Like I don’t make sense for you, and everybody can see it.”

Some of the circles that I closed in Crowd were ones that were opened in Crowd, but some went back further. * * * * *

Love bubbles up in Glenn like a shaken-up soda, and he finds himself standing up suddenly and grabbing Robin’s shirt collar to tug him down for a kiss.

I wanted to mirror the ‘Hot Dad surges forward to kiss him, hard’ thing from the beginning, but given the established height difference, Glenn can’t just go for it unannounced unless he’s gonna stand tippy-toe. Thank you @whotaughtyougrammar for this art of what happens when Glenn tries the collar-tug and Robin doesn't notice fast enough.

* * * * *

Robin is caught off guard and stumbles half a step back, managing at the last second not to drop his drink. “One second, sweetheart, just one second. You surprised me. What was that about?”

Glenn gives him a lopsided grin. “Luck?”

“Oh, well, then. For luck.”

Luck and how to change it is a big theme throughout the whole series, both in the sense of ‘good fortune/unearned blessings’ and ‘random, unforeseen chance.’ More later about that. * * * * *

When Glenn presses his tongue forward to slip between Robin’s lips, he tastes lemon and sugar.

Same as the first time they kissed, when he’d been drinking whiskey sours.

* * * * *

“Right, yeah,” Robin breathes, but he doesn’t let Glenn out of his arms quite yet. “You know,” Robin adds, “Nick was telling me earlier that he’s going to sleep over at Grant’s tonight.”

So I'll be there when you arrive / The sight of you will prove to me I'm still alive / And when you take me in your arms / And hold me tight / I know it's gonna mean so much tonight * * * * *

She’d found him there, and she'd saved him, like she always did.

We didn’t know Morgan’s name when we first wrote the scene where they discussed her in Name, so we wrote around it as though Glenn was reluctant to name her out loud. We maintained this throughout the rest of Crowd except for the line where Glenn says that he’ll tell Robin about the phone call with Morgan. Felt right. Her presence is very much felt but Glenn, at least, is not in the habit of talking about her unless he has no other option. * * * * *

They ran out of the venue and down the street, hand in hand and giggling like kids playing hooky.

@shrack was the one who began writing our Glenn with very physical methods of showing affection. I liked it a lot as a vibe and carried on with it. He and Morgan are also very young here. Glenn would be 21 or 22 at the oldest, which is barely older than Connor is now. I've always attributed some of his immaturity to the fact that he became a parent pretty young. (Glenn is 36 when Name starts and Nick is 13, meaning Nick was born when Glenn was 23 and probably conceived when Glenn was 22.)

* * * * *

It was like falling in love with every single person in the crowd, all at once. Glenn felt like he would never be lonely again as long as he could have that feeling.

Facing twenty thousand of your friends / how can anyone feel so lonely? * * * * *

By then, the GC3 performed in venues so cavernous that Glenn couldn’t see anything outside his own spotlight. He could hear the audience roar approval at him, making a wall of sound that he could feel like a physical force. It was loud enough to drown out the screaming in his head, loud enough to let him forget that she wasn’t out there among them. It was the closest he could get to forgetting, so Glenn did it as much as he could.

Part of a success that never ends / But I’m thinking about you only... * * * * *

Slowly but surely, he’d been learning how to go through life with his mind and heart focused on someone else’s well-being. It didn’t come naturally: that wasn’t the kind of family either of them knew. Still, they’d promised each other that they could do better than how they were raised.

I am never here for iterations of this dynamic that assume Glenn is the fuck-up and Morgan was the perfect parent. They both became parents at exactly the same moment, you know? The world does not need one more story with an incompetent sitcom dad and his smoking-hot wife who does all the actual parenting. * * * * *

Nick is long since asleep, but Adele fucking Close has stayed up until these sickening hours of the early morning.

Conveniently, Glenn’s brain has overwritten all his memories with the correct name and pronouns for Nick, because writing around it is a pain in the ass otherwise. * * * * *

“Hello, Glenny.”

Bill calling Glenn “Glenny” that time at Ravenloft really stuck with me. I don’t know if they ever revisited that in the actual podcast, but it was so slimy and chilling somehow. * * * * *

“I fucked up,” Glenn says bluntly, and his mother narrows her eyes ever so slightly at his cursing.

Glenn gets in his own head early in Crowd about comparing himself to Penny, and Robin later worries about putting himself on ‘the same level’ as Morgan. Neither of them are quite galaxy-brained enough to realize that there’s more than one person in Glenn’s life who uses a lot of terms of endearment for him, considers themselves old-fashioned, and wishes everybody wouldn’t swear so much. * * * * *

“Thank you, mother,” Glenn grits out. He sounds absolutely nothing like himself, not that she minds. “I appreciate your help.”

I assume that part of the reason Glenn has such a hard time offering genuine apologies is that when he was growing up, too much of his apologizing was forced rather than sincere. * * * * *

“You are out of chances. If you continue to neglect this child, I will get the state involved, and I will take custody myself. I’ve already spoken to the Freemans, and I have their full support.”

Morgan’s parents are not mentioned very often and don’t seem to be a big part of the Close boys’ lives. I imagine that whatever tenuous relationship Glenn had forged with them post-accident was pretty much destroyed by Adele forming this alliance with them and telling Glenn about it. * * * * *

Her patient demeanor is meant to remind him that she's here to clean up his mess again, like she always does, and his proper response is humble and apologetic gratitude.

And that is why Robin being patient can set Glenn off so bad, such as after the bike accident when they were arguing:

Glenn doesn’t really hear most of what Robin’s saying. It’s all just soothing, pointless stuff in that obnoxious tone that means Robin thinks he’s the smart, calm, mature one here and Glenn’s the immature asshole who lost his temper again. He’d never say it, but Glenn can tell what he’s thinking.

I hope it came across clearly in that part that Robin doesn’t actually see the situation that way and isn’t saying or thinking anything to that effect, but Glenn feels like he is because he’s had this somatic/emotional reaction triggered. Spatially he's arguing with Robin, but his body and a lot of his brain thinks he's arguing with his mom. Trauma can be like that. * * * * *

His mother keeps talking like he didn’t say a word. “We can all stay in each others’ lives, Glenny. I’m not trying to cut you out, I’m trying to help you. I know you think I’m a monster, but I’m just trying to do what’s best for my family.”

Sometimes the monster will tell you it's not a monster. * * * * *

From that night forward, Glenn will always know that he’s not a good person, because he almost takes his mother up on the offer.

I don’t think being tempted by this offer means Glenn’s a bad person, but we write Glenn as somebody who wishes he was a good person but is really afraid that he isn’t. He was at a very low point here and he needed help. Feeling drawn to the only help on offer, even if it was from a toxic source, is pretty understandable. * * * * *

"I'll get Nicky ready for school tomorrow and you can sleep in. We’ll finish talking about this when you feel better.”

Man, I hate that abuser thing when they start being sweet as soon as you muster the energy to fight back. You get a little bit of steam built up and then they dodge you like a matador so that it dissipates again. To be clear, Nicky isn't Nick's deadname or anything, it's just the somewhat baby-ish diminutive form that Adele uses for him, like how she calls Glenn "Glenny." * * * * *

“Family is important,” his mother says sadly. Just before she closes the door, she gives him a look that’s an exquisite mix of regret, tender affection, and a tiny spark of hope. Adele would have been a great actress, but Glenn can’t imagine who that particular performance was for.

Performance skills run in the family and Adele comes by her acting chops honestly, although she doesn’t know it. I picture one of those situations where a young woman from a good background gets pregnant by some rakehell actor and her family covers up the scandal by raising the baby as a new sibling. That would mean that as long as Adele’s “older sister” never spilled the beans, nobody in their family at this point knows that they’re related to Meryl. If Nick ever decides to do one of those ancestry DNA tests, things are going to get interesting. * * * * *

He certainly didn’t find it very compelling. Family? All the family he will ever need is sleeping soundly down the hallway, tiny arms wrapped tight around a stuffed plush Babar.

I wanted Nick to have a stuffed animal that was sort of his parallel to Mr. Lion. Robin is drinking with Mr. Lion in the beginning of Crowd when he’s upset about losing Connor to college, and Mr. Lion appears again when Glenn comes in to talk to Nick and Connor after Robin’s accident.

“I… I guess I don’t know.” Nick looks down, avoiding eye contact by staring into the darkness under Connor’s bed. Mr Lion is under there in a clear plastic box, along with some other stuffed animals. Even when Nick first met Connor, the stuffed animals were already banished underneath the bed instead of on top of it. But over the years, Connor’s never thrown them away.

Mr. Lion is one of the various ways we played with the theme that Connor is, as Nick puts it, “somewhere between a kid and an adult.” Connor is a very confident and clever guy, but you don't magically get a giant box of maturity and life experience on your 18th birthday. At various points, he asks both Nick (at the campus concert) and Glenn (after Robin’s accident) to try to understand that he's still growing and figuring stuff out. Nick has definitely been deprived of some chances to be a kid, but in some ways Connor has as well. He started hanging out with Glenn after Penny and Robin split up, and although he and Nick obviously hit it off, Connor was closer to Glenn for a while. In a different universe, that might not have turned out as well - I mean, tell me you wouldn't side-eye that arrangement in real life. I sure would. Robin just sort of flings his hands up at the role Connor plays for the Close boys, but I strongly suspect that shit would not have flown on Penny’s watch.

It’s funny - he thought Connor was so grown-up when they met, but the guy was only 16 when the Wrights moved in next door. He wasn’t much older by the time he was over at the Close place almost every day, helping Nick with homework or cleaning questionable leftovers out of the fridge. It didn’t strike Nick as weird at the time, It was just another thing about his life that wasn’t like anybody else’s. He never questioned what was in it for Connor. Back then, Nick didn’t even realize how lonely he himself was - he wouldn't have figured out why a kid whose parents had just gotten divorced might want to come over to the chaotic Close apartment to get away from the quiet in his own home.

Everybody was doing their best, and everything worked out for the best, but Connor over the course of the stories is sorting out the balance that works for him in terms of responsibility and playfulness. Fortunately, now that he has less responsibility for Nick, he can enjoy Nick more as a friend and brother. In Name, Robin and Glenn both sort of assume Connor will act as a babysitter to Nick while they go off on their first date; by Crowd, Connor is hanging out playing Smash with Nick and Grant as the gents get ready for their dinner date, but he's there socially, as a peer. Him being goofier and more immature also frees up Nick to do the same, since if Connor is cool and Connor is being playful, then "it's not a little kid thing, it's a bro thing" They both get to be kids now in a way that they weren't before, and I love that for them. Anyway, the point of Mr. Lion and why I wanted to give Nick a stuffed animal as well was to draw the parallel between the sons more directly and to anchor the stuffed animal component. So far there hadn't been any moment in which an actual kid was holding an actual stuffed animal.

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House, M.D. Fanfic (8/?)

Thank you to everyone who has taken time to leave a note on my story. I hope you continue to enjoy my kind of rewrite and/or additions to certain episodes! As always, I don't own House. If I did, Lisa Edelstein would have gotten the respect she deserved contact wise for a season 8.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. This chapter starts with Cuddy's struggle to keep it a secret from House about his previous diagnosis being correct. I should say that I REALLY don't care much for early season 3 Wilson, and I'm going to do my best not to let that affect the storytelling. This chapter is longer... lots of story development to get through.

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie on Tumblr for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! Anything in the way of feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy!

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She was definitely not comfortable lying to House about this. He deserved to know he was right. She didn't know why Wilson suddenly thought he needed to teach House a lesson on humility and make her a party to it. "I have to tell him. I see him every day. I..."

"Everybody lies."

Wilson's words echo through her head that night as her head lay on his shoulder, her fingers tracing lines across his chest. "You were right."

He turned his head slightly to see her better. "I'm right about a lot of things. You're going to have to be a little more specific."

She pushed up slightly on her elbow, the sheet sliding down her chest a bit. "Your patient. In the wheelchair," she started.

He smiled slowly. "You gave him the shot."

She sighed, dropping her head back to his shoulder. "I gave him the shot."

"Why?"

"Because I know you. Because you see things the rest of us don't see. Because as infuriating as it is, you're never wrong about the medicine."

He smiled smugly. "I was right."

"Yes," she sighed, rubbing her face. "You're always right. The man stood up from his wheelchair and hugged his son."

"You weren't going to tell me..."

She looked up at him then. "Wilson thought it was a bad idea..."

"Wilson would think this is a bad idea too. That mean you're going to stop sleeping with me to get pregnant?"

"No, of course not..."

"Then why are you suddenly listening to him?"

She was quiet a moment. "You like the high. The night you showed up outside my window with your diagnosis, you were higher than I've ever seen you on Vicodin. We just worry about you."

"And yet you told me anyway," he pointed out, shifting to get up and grab his boxer briefs. He needed to walk. He needed to think.

She made a grab for his shirt and slipped it on. There was an argument brewing. "You're an addict, House. You're always looking for a fix. If it's not Vicodin, it's a medical mystery that only you can solve. If you don't have the puzzle, you get your high in my bed. Its all just a fix for you."

"That's what you think this is? That's all you think you are? A fix because I don't use Vicodin anymore and you told me no at work?" He spun around to face her. The look in her eyes said it all... she did think that's all she was to him. "I'm going home," he started pulling on his clothes.

"House, that's not what I said..."

"You said enough. I got my 'fix.' Keep the shirt." He headed for the front door.

"House!" She called after him. But it was too late as she heard the front door slam. She sighed and for back into bed. She should have said something. She should have told him him she knew she wasn't just a fix...because she did know. This had been going on for months... it was way past just sleeping together to get a fix or to get pregnant.

Her hand moved over the place he'd occupied in her bed not even ten minutes before. How had this even spiraled out of control that quickly? Sliding closer to his pillow, she inhaled his scent. She could hear his bike engine revving as he tore down the street, and she knew sleep was not going to come easy now in her empty bed.

xxxxx

"How's the leg?" she asked cautiously as she opened his door. She wasn't going to push too much since they were at work, but she was trying to judge his mood. Especially since he hadn't bothered to tell her that his leg was starting to hurt again.

He looked up from his desk and saw her entering his office. "My leg is fine."

"You're limping. Cameron thinks it's because we lied to you. We both know that I already told you, so that's not it. Is it because we had a fight?"

"Your breasts are different," he studied her closely, completely ignoring her attempt to talk about him.

She continued unfazed. "Wilson thinks I haven't told you, and that I'm feeling guilty and want to coddle you."

He shook his head. "You're pregnant."

"I'm not pregnant. How badly does your leg hurt?"

"Your breasts are firmer. As someone who had intimate knowledge with the girls, I would know," he stated. "You're pregnant."

"It's called an underwire. Tell me about your damn leg." She was not going to let him deflect by turning the tables on her.

"My leg is fine."

"Let me do a scan on your brain. If the Ketamine is wearing off..."

"Let me do a pregnancy test." They each wanted to test the other. Fair was fair, after all.

"House, I'm not pregnant!" she dropped her voice at the end, not wanting that word to escape the walls of his office.

"You've been taking fertility drugs. You've been getting laid on a regular basis, without protection. Your breasts have enlarged. You're doing crazy things, because I can't think of any other reason why you would ever listen to Wilson about lying to me. You're pregnant."

"You're not always right, you know."

"Actually I am. You said so yourself. I'm never wrong about the medicine. But you and Wilson would just have me think I'm wrong. You'd rather have me doubt myself and lie to me about it than tell me the truth and prove I'm right," he said lowly, massaging his thigh.

"House, let me look at your leg."

"My leg is fine!" After a moment, he dropped his head slightly. "Don't you think if I thought the treatment wasn't working that I'd do something to try to fix it?"

She sighed softly. "If it gets worse, call me." She knew she wasn't getting anywhere with him then, so pushing further was futile. He was still pissed at her for not telling him he was right. She was pissed at herself for going against her better judgement on this and actually listening to Wilson.

xxxxx

He hated that he'd had to grab his cane. He hated that he had taken the pills. He hated that he was now standing on her front porch, leaning against his cane, knocking on her door.

"Tell me the truth. Are you pregnant?"

She wasn't surprised to see him, not really. Not after the way they left things. She was, however, surprised to see him with his cane. "Why do you keep insisting I'm pregnant?" She moved to let him in.

"Why do you keep insisting you're not?" He studied her. That had, afterall, been the purpose of them sleeping together to begin with. She had been very actively trying to get pregnant. So why was she now suddenly opposed to taking a pregnancy test to try to confirm it when he suspected it?

"You're walking with your cane. That means the Ketamine wore off." Now she was deflecting.

"Or it just means I need my next fix. That's what you and Wilson expect of me anyway, right? No puzzle to take my mind off it. Time to give sex a whirl."

She crossed her arms. "That's why you're here?"

"Why not? You have been so eager to welcome me into your bed. Figure I'll get high on endorphins from mind blowing sex and walk out of here without my cane," he said sarcastically. He caught the hurt look on her face at his comment and looked away.

"Call one of your hookers if you want mind blowing sex. I'm not in the mood," she turned to walk away.

"Hookers can do the distraction. They can't do the mind blowing sex. They don't do what you do..." He took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. He'd crossed a line with that last insult, and he knew it. He'd tried to hurt her with it... knew just what button to push to get the desired reaction. "I took the Vicodin. My leg hurts," he admitted quietly.

She took a step closer then, resting a hand on his arm. "We can figure something out."

He shook his head. "Nope. Tried Ketamine. It didn't work. House the cripple is back for good," he told her simply. He'd gotten a beautiful glimpse into a pain free life, had allowed himself to hope, only to have it yanked away. "Probably for the best. I do my best work this way. Less likely to screw up diagnosing patients when I'm in pain. More likely to be an insensitive ass, but less likely to miss something and screw up the medicine."

"House..."

"Are. You. Pregnant?" his voice low, his eyes dark as he closed down any chance of continuing to talk about himself.

"No," she pulled her hand away and crossed her arms once more.

"Take a test?"

"No. It's not time y..."

"Then how do you know?" He interrupted her, moving closer.

"It's too early to..."

"Better to have another go then. Just to make sure it takes," he murmured lowly, pulling her against him in a kiss then. He was ready to lose himself in her and the way she could make him forget everything else.

At first she was going to push him away, but after a moment, her body melted against his, not bothering to stop him as he pushed her shirt up and over her head. He was in pain. He needed the distraction. Maybe she did too. Maybe she needed the high of sex with him even more than he did. Biting his lower lip as she deepened the kiss, she shoved him back against the wall hard.

He growled when his back hit the wall, his eyes darkening with lust, fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her roughly against him. His mouth moved to her neck, biting her pulse point hard and causing her to hiss, before soothing the spot with his tongue. She'd have to cover that with makeup tomorrow.

Her hands started pulling at his clothes as they worked their way to her bedroom. He closed the door with her body, pushing her back against it as his hands slid to her thighs and lifted her up, using the door to support the added weight so it didn't mess with his leg.

xxxxx

They finally both fell into her bed, breathless and in better moods. "Does that count as makeup sex? Or is that still angry sex?" He asked a moment later.

She lifted her head and couldn't help but smile slightly. "Shut up, House."

"I just need to know if I'm going to be expected to go another round for makeup sex, or if that was already covered..."

She grabbed her pillow from where it had landed on the floor earlier and smacked him lightly with it before shifting to get more comfortable in bed. "Shut up, House." But she did giggle softly to take the bite out of her words. She wasn't mad anymore. He didn't seem to be either. "Go to sleep."

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Edie & Billie

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Billie: you've already laid out who gets what from where like we're 🧩 Edie: simple 🧬 Edie: no point fighting it Billie: yeah, he's in my code, don't need to put him in my life Edie: I'm going to see Uncle Caleb, not dad Edie: all the day trips and gifts we've missed out on over the years Billie: what's the difference? it's only the way they look that don't have them mistaken for the same dude Edie: that's what I want to find out Edie: she only went back to one years later, for comfort Edie: there's something Billie: he was the one who was around to use her 💔 Edie: they're always both around Edie: and not Billie: he didn't have a way to get his foot in the door, unless he was gonna bother to act like he wanted to see us for the 1st time ever Edie: we live in his childhood home, for fuck's sake, and that has nothing to do with him Edie: I don't buy it Billie: it's hers now & that's everything to do with him, cos he fucked up too many times for his own granddad to be down with Edie: no wonder his mum was and still is pissed Edie: Ri gets that from her, she'll be in many old dude's wills Billie: his mam feeds on it, that'll keep her outliving all the old uns & feeling special for it Edie: yeah she's a miserable cunt but you would be too if some girl got knocked up at 16 by your son and then stole a huge chunk of your inheritance not long after Billie: probably don't help that she reckons god'll sort her shit out for her Edie: love it if mother got struck down ⚡️ Billie: it does look cool as fuck, she could be walking art Billie: but you can't rely on a lad to do anything, don't matter who his da is Edie: can my lad Billie: [a little video of her doing exaggerated gagging like she's being sick] Billie: he going with you? Edie: how artsy of you Edie: yeah, of course Billie: so you don't want me to come? Billie: sounded like you were trying to sell it for a while there, like Edie: you're as welcome as you ever have been Billie: with your lad that's proper unwelcome Edie: he's only interested in me Billie: replay the 📽 🎞 of me 🤮 Edie: immature or jealous, take your pick Billie: take a better pick of the local talent & maybe I'd be bothered Billie: til then, nah Edie: he's perfect Billie: 👌 Edie: you wouldn't understand Billie: I don't understand why you waste your time with him, nah Billie: but it ain't for me to Edie: there's no waste in it Edie: he listens to everything I say and doesn't dismiss any of it, and he looks at me like I'm perfect, he wants to be with me constantly Billie: it's the constant I've got my issue with, but you do you Edie: it's the furthest thing from an issue Billie: like I said, it would be one for me Edie: immature 👌 got it Billie: nah, bro I've got shit to do, that's it Billie: too busy for all that Edie: I still manage to do shit though 🎶💽🎛🎙📹🕹🧩🎬 Edie: so not really a point that Billie: cos you got that ADHD mind from your mam Billie: not me Edie: where's her man @ Billie: she ain't want none of that 💚 mess at this stage Billie: I relate Edie: 🙄 Edie: I told you that ages ⬆️⬆️⬆️ Billie: if I find a lad around that I wanna chill & neck with I'll rethink this 👽 mindset I'm in, like Edie: 🙏 for you when I have a sec, sure Billie: Carly got played by half this town & Drew played the other half, I ain't trying to be like either Billie: let me take my time, damn Edie: what you do with your dick is no worry of mine Billie: you just wanna pass judgement on why you think I'm not using it 👌 got it Billie: immature or hopeless in 💚 with your boyf Edie: you're the one out here being judgy Edie: I'm even giving Caleb a chance Billie: I offered to come with Edie: yeah right Billie: ⬆️⬆️ Edie: yeah right like you wouldn't totally blow it Billie: based on what? Edie: based on how hard you treat her word as gospel Billie: what's true is true Billie: you want him to sugar it for you Edie: buying sugar, I just wanna talk to him Billie: & you don't want me there for when you find out mam ain't full of shit Billie: that's about you, not me Edie: you reckon that all you wanna Billie: & you reckon I'd blow it all you wanna Edie: It's irrelevant either way Edie: got the $$$ don't need you Billie: ✌