#giving pony some change for the bus

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I think about this image often

"The gang hates me and only lets me stick around cause of Darry and soda!"

BOY YOU'RE THE GANGS LITTLE BROTHER DONT PLAY WITH ME

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ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001)

SENTENCE STARTERS PULLED FROM THE DIALOGUE FEATURED IN THE ANIMATED FILM ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE, with some quotations slightly modified for roleplay purposes.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

   “   Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment?   ”

   “   If I ever hear the word "Atlantis" again, I'll step in front of a bus!   ”

   “   You have a lot of potential.   ”

   “   Who... who are you? How did you get in here?   ”

   “   I'm acting on behalf of my employer, who has a most intriguing proposition for you.   ”

   “   Relax. He doesn’t bite … often.   ”

   “   Did you really know my grandfather?   ”

   “   We stayed close friends ‘till the end of his days.   ”

   “   He spoke of you often.   ”

   “   I've spent my whole life studying dead languages.   ”

   “   I will stake everything I own, everything that I believe in... that this is the genuine Shepherd's Journal.   ”

   “   I'll show them! I will make them believe.   ”

   “   For years your granddad bent my ear with stories about that old book.   ”

   “   Your grandpa was a great man. You probably don't realize how great.   ”

   “   Don't let her age fool you.   ”

   “   Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children.   ”

   “   Atlantis is waiting. What do you say?   ”

   “   Boy, I’m so excited, l-l-l-I can't even hold it in.   ”

   “   Excuse me? I need to, uh, report in?   ”

   “   Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you.   ”

   “   If you're lookin' for the pony rides, they're back there.   ”

   “   You can’t put a price on the pursuit of knowledge.   ”

   “   This should be enriching for all of us.   ”

   “   Now tell me your story, my little friend.   ”

   “   This is an outrage! You must leave at once! Out, out, out, out, out!   ”

   “   Now, what have I told you about playing nice with the other kids?   ”

   “   Back to the pit from which you came!   ”

   “   OK, everybody. I want you to give Mr. Thatch your undivided attention.  ”

   “   Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he's still single.   ”

   “   Captain, you'd better come look at this, sir.   ”

   “   Do you want to do my job? Be my guest.   ”

   “   How much time do we have?   ”

   “   I don't think he's comin' back.   ”

   “   Move it, people! Sometime today would be nice!   ”

   “   I won't sugar-coat it, gentlemen. We have a crisis on our hands.   ”

   “   Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, Mr. Thatch.   ”

   “   We’re all gonna die.   ”

   “   Looks like we have a little roadblock.   ”

   “   That thing is going to keep me up all night, I know it.   ”

   “   You know, we've been pretty tough on the kid. What do you say we cut him some slack?   ”

   “   Hey, Milo! Why don't you come sit with us?   ”

   “   Hey, Milo, don't you ever close that book?   ”

   “   I know, I know. Sometimes I get a little carried away.   ”

   “   You know, that's what this is all about, right? I mean – discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe, you're just in it for the money.   ”

   “   Hey, how’d you learn how to do that?   ”

   “   I never got to meet your grandfather. What was he like?   ”

   “   He was like a father to me, really.   ”

   “   My parents died when I was a little kid, and he took me in.   ”

   “   That is so cute!   ”

   “   Uh, no... no offense.. but how does a teenager become the chief mechanic of a multimillion dollar expedition?   ”

   “   So, what... what happened to your sister?   ”

   “   I just like to blow things up.   ”

   “   All right, who's not dead? Sound off.   ”

   “   Maybe that's our ticket outta here.   ”

   “   I gotta hand it to you. You really came through.   ”

   “   They can smell fear just by looking at ya.   ”

   “   We are explorers from the surface world. We come in peace.   ”

   “   Come. You must speak with my father now.   ”

   “   Someone's having a good time.   ”

   “   Commander, there were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything.   ”

   “   This changes nothing.   ”

   “   You presume much to think that you would be welcome here.   ”

   “   I know what you seek and you will not find it here.   ”

   “   Your journey has been in vain.   ”

   “   May I respectfully request that we stay one night, sir?   ”

   “   Your heart has softened, Kida.   ”

   “   A thousand years ago, you would have slain them on sight.   ”

   “   We were once a great people. Now we live in ruins.   ”

   “   The kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.   ”

   “   Our way of life is dying.   ”

   “   When you take the throne, you will understand.   ”

   “   Well, the King and his daughter don't exactly see eye to eye.   ”

   “   Well, if he's hiding something, I want to know what it is.   ”

   “   Look, I have some questions for you, and I'm not leaving this city until they're answered!   ”

   “   Oh, there is so much to ask about your world.   ”

   “   You are a scholar, are you not?   ”

   “   I got a few questions for you, too. So let's do this, OK? You ask one, then I'll ask one, then you, then me, then...well, you get it.   ”

   “   how did you get here? Well, I mean, not you personally... but your... your culture. I mean, how did all of this end up down here?   ”

   “   Wh... what... what … are you telling me… that you remember what happened because you were there? No, that... that's impossible...   ”

   “   How was my accent?   ”

   “   You know, you deserve credit for even... even gettin' this far.   ”

   “   By the way, we were never properly introduced. My name's Milo.   ”

   “   Uh, hey, you got a nickname?   ”

   “   You know, my grandpa used to tell me stories about this place as far back as I can remember.   ”

   “   I just wish that he could be standing here with me.   ”

   “   We are not thriving. True, our people live. but our culture is dying.   ”

  “   I wish there was something I could do.   ”

   “   Why don't you lead the way, because I have no idea where we're going.   ”

   “   This is amazing! A complete history of Atlantis!   ”

   “   I am such an idiot.   ”

   “   This is just another treasure hunt for you.   ”

   “   I would've told you sooner, but it was strictly on a need-to-know basis.   ”

   “   Welcome to the club, son.   ”

   “   Mercenary? I prefer the term "adventure capitalist."   ”

   “   You don't know what you're tampering with, Rourke.   ”

   “   Academics. You never want to get your hands dirty.   ”

   “   I got to admit, I'm disappointed.   ”

   “   You're an idealist, just like your grandfather.   ”

   “   For once, do the smart thing.   ”

   “   I really hate it when negotiations go sour.   ”

   “   Well, as usual, diplomacy has failed us.   ”

   “   You've got to listen to me. You don't have the slightest idea what this power is capable of.   ”

   “   Let’s get this over with. I don’t like this place.  

   “   Doesn’t anything surprise you?   ”

   “   Talk to me, Thatch. What's happening?   ”

   “   So I guess this is how it ends, huh?   ”

   “   You've read Darwin. It's called natural selection. We're just helping it along.   ”

   “   Be serious. This is wrong, and you know it.   ”

   “    You pick now of all times to grow a conscience?   ”

   “   She has been chosen... like her mother before her.   ”

   “   I followed you in, and I'll follow you out.   ”

   “   it's been my experience that when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.   ”

   “   What do you think that you are doing?   ”

   “   We're going to save Atlantis, or we're going to die trying.   ”

   “   Well, I have to hand it to you. You're a bigger pain in the neck than I would have ever thought possible.   ”

   “   Tired? Aw, that's a darn shame, because I'm just getting warmed up.   ”

   “   There's a hero's welcome waiting for the man who discovered Atlantis.   ”

   “   I don't think the world needs another hero.   ”

   “   I'm going to miss that boy. At least he's in a better place now.   ”

[meetinginsamarra]

mayprompts2024, #23 and 24 apology and imperfect

Two prompts today because I could not write anything yesterday.

White Pony Tattoo - Part Four (apology and imperfect)

One and a half day later, John once again found himself in front of White Pony Tattoo. He was brimmig with anticipation.

John had been able to swap today’s shift at the clinic to follow Sherlock’s order to be here at 2 PM sharp. John had been extra careful to arrive in time, taking an early bus and then loitering the spare seventeen minutes in the vicinity, looking at shop windows that did not really interest him.

Somehow, John did not want to come across as eager as he actually was to attend his appointment with Sherlock and would not like to be seen oscillating on the pavement before the front door. Although - thinking about this - it would likely be futile anyway trying to hide something from Sherlock’s uncanny habit of x-raying people with his colour changing eyes, of seeing right into John’s brain.

John had been wondering how Sherlock had known (deduced as the mesmerizing tattooist had called it) about the cover-up he had been about to request. John also was still a bit annoyed about Sherlock calling the desired design of an army soldier in full combat gear boring. When John had served in the army, nothing had been boring and he fondly remembered his time in the RAMC whenever he looked at photographs taken at this time.

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“I knew you’d come back.” Sherlock stood behind the counter, waiting in a relaxed posture.

Sherlock said it in a cool voice, matter-of-factly, not in a know-it-all or haughty diction. Yet, it rankled John. Feeling transparent.

“I actually think you owe me an apology.” John blurted.

“Do you now. Interesting. What for?” Sherlock stepped around the counter.

“An army soldier in combat is not boring.” There, I’ve said it, John thought. It felt good.

Sherlock raised a quizzical eye brow that reminded John of a parent chiding their child for uttering an unreasonable wish and it irked him even more.

“I don’t deal in apologies, John. Even if there had been something I should have apologized for, I wouldn’t.”

“I don’t like unapologetic people.” Mary was anapologetic, too.

Sherlock shrugged, totally uncaring about John’s confrontational stance. “Well, it was you who returned here, apparently about to accept my offer of tattooing a rising phoenix on your arm.” Sherlock pointed his index finger at the shop’s sign where the demands no arguing and no boring designs had been written.

“You have to accept the whole package which includes me, obviously. If you can’t deal with it, you may leave any time. It’s your decision.”

Sherlock leant his back casually against the counter, crossing his arms in front of his chest which showed off today’s bespoke dress shirt he wore. Its classy dove grey colour made Sherlock’s eyes gleam like multifaceted gemstones.

Of course, John did not want to leave which Sherlock must already know and since there was no other way, John swallowed the wave of recalcitrant pride that washed over him.

“Yes, okay, I accept.” John couldn’t avoid a tiny bit of teeth-gnashing, havinf to give in like this. Fuck you he mouthed under his breath.

“No, maybe later.” Sherlock deadpanned.

John’s face turned beet-red. As so often when felt cornered and embarrassed about something avoidable he had done, John attacked.

“I didn’t say that out loud now, did I?” But I feel tempted right now, dammit, John thought, hoping that his face would not give this away, as well. If it did, Sherlock mercifully did not mention it.

“No,” Sherlock said instead, chuckling, “but I can lip-read fuck you easily enough.”

Oh great, mind-reader and lip-reader. “Is there nothing I can hide from you?”

“Little. But don’t mind, practically everybody can’t.”

“That’s not a solace at all.”

“Come on, take a seat,” Sherlock motioned to a small coffee table with two armchairs, “let’s talk about your tattoo. Can I offer you some tea?”

Sitting down with a huff, John nodded. “With pleasure.”

Sherlock vanished behind the purple curtain and returned with a tea tray, laden with an expensive-looking porcelain tea set and a small plate with fresh scones. John’s mood immediately brightened upon the delicacies.

“Oh, this looks delicious. Thank you.” John took one scone.

“You have to thank Mrs Hudson, the landlady. She prepared all of this.”

Sherlock started to pour the tea and John was struck by the realization that Sherlock had to be of upper-class origin given the way he dressed, spoke and handled the tea. Transfixed, John watched Sherlock’s hands moving, like performing a dance of their own. There was a silver ring on every finger of Sherlock’s right hand. John identified a tattoo gun, a violin and one ring was made of tiny human skulls, like beads on a string.

Odd, how such a posh boy became a tattoo artist. Even a very famous one.

Taking a bite, John stated. “You’re doing great as an artist. I saw some of your works on the internet, lots of famous people that you have inked.”

“Yes, well, I don’t care about their fame. I’m interested in creating the perfect tattoo for my clients, ones that express what they feel or care about. Who they are. An image of their inner self, captured in ink on their outer skin, forever.”

John hummed. “This is very poetic!”

“Yes, yes! Excatly, John!” Sherlock jumped up and paced the room, gesticulating wildly.

“This is what I do! My ink is art, the poetry of lines, the flowing rhymes of colour, a whole story in shades of black. Everybody who is half-way talented can learn the perfect tattooing technique. But without the right design, without the firm connection to my client’s history and personality, or if you believe in the concept of a soul, then any tattoo will always be imperfect. Do you understand?”

“Yes, indeed, I do!” John exclaimed excitedly. “When I was performing surgery, of course, it was about saving lives and limbs.  But I always strived for more. I wanted them to heal perfectly. Like you said, everyone can learn to do sutures that hold the skin together. But sutures that don’t leave scars are very difficult. The desire to achieve perfection is not alien to me.”

Sherlock had calmed down enough to sit down.

“And this is why I rejected the soldier design your wanted. I never said that a soldier in army gear is boring per se, but it would be boring on your skin because you are so much more than this. You’ve fought in the army, saved lives, you’ve survived being shot and nearly dying from the infection. Therefore, the perfect design for you is the phoenix rising from the flames. You have been reborn in the blazing heat of Ahghanistan. Or was it Iraq?”

The sudden question startled John. “Aghanistan.” He answered automatically. “But please, Sherlock, allow me one thing, one question.”

“Which is?”

“How the everlasting fuck have you know, erm, deduced all of this about me?”

Sherlock laughed, full of delight.

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Dream title: "Jump into the fire" Oct 11 '24 I am on a tour bus with Chris Cornell. The singer that passed away a few years ago at the age of 52. The only reason I am getting that hunch is that he has a very unique face and eyes that's hard to miss as a fan of his. He influenced my mantra I posted on here a few days ago. I feel like I am not at the social status to hang out with him. But anyhow, we are at a top bunk bed on the tour bus and he puts his left arm around me in a friendly manner. He smiles as he holds the remote control in his right hand watching the TV. Scene switches I see him step up to a piano and start playing. I see the piano and it's piano keys play. It's more of the electronic kind than the sturdy wooden heavy kind. I am wondering to myself does Chris Cornell play the piano? He then just stands up right in time. He's giving off a very somber look. His eyes are lit and piercing. Scene changes, He pours himself a soda can. I am no longer chillin on the top bunk and standing next to a few people. It seems there is a gather of people in the background but I can't make them out. There is a blonde woman in her mid 50's talking to another person and I feel invited to eavesdrop on the conversation. Everyone is friendly and in a good mood. I am getting that feeling again of my social status not at the level of these giants. She has a straight haired pony tail held up with a black hair tie and mentioned "Harrys son". I knew a kid named Harry in high school. That's about it. I wake up.

Reflection: Wow, that's cool to dream about Chris Cornell. Like I said before the mantra I wrote a few days was influenced by him. "I am the highway". I was intrigued by his piano playing and did some googling. Chris Cornell does play the piano! Even from a young age! Never knew that. i don't think I've heard any songs of him on the piano. I tried to understand "Harrys son." I did a quick google. Chris Cornell covered a song called "Jump into the fire" by Harry Nilsson. I've never heard of the man and interestingly enough we share the same childhood growing up in Brooklyn, New York and even the same earlier profession. He also passed away at the age of 52. I am always trying to find new music to listen to. I listened to a few songs of Harry's. Jump into the fire is quite good, unhinged and psychedelic. I love it. He has a few songs on the piano. Thank's for the recommendation blonde lady :). I wonder if there is more significance to this dream for myself? I am in transitions in my job search and I am having ideas running my own business within the next couple of years to be my own boss. Nothing musically related tho. At least not yet. I stopped abusing alcohol that Chris Cornell suffered from and perhaps that's where the comradeship is coming from. The soda in the dream is inspiring. Thanks for the invite, Chris! Appreciated! I need to spend a day to listen to all of Harry Nilsson's catalogue!

[foundtherightwords]

Same Streets, New Memories

Pairing: Eddie x Chrissy (No Vecna/No Upside Down AU)

Summary: Sixteen years after he got his diploma and ran like hell out of Hawkins, Eddie is forced to return home. Disappointed and disillusioned, he broods over his past failures, until a chance meeting with a certain former Queen of Hawkins High puts things into perspective for him.

A/N: This is mostly inspired by the song I Finally Love This Town by Tired Pony. Also, I've seen a lot of "rock star Eddie" fics, so I wanted to explore the opposite of that - what if he never made it big at all?

Warnings: angst (quarter-life crisis stuff - they're all in their mid-30s though, is that too late for a quarter-life crisis?), mentions of drug dealing, drug use, and drinking, some violence

Word count: 6.5k

"Hawkins!" the driver called out amidst the hissing of the brakes, jolting Eddie from the stupor he'd sank into since the Greyhound left Indianapolis. He sat up in his seat and rubbed his aching neck, trying to suppress a groan. Sometimes he'd forgotten he could no longer fall asleep in any position and wake up just fine. For one thing, he wasn't nineteen anymore; for another, all those years spent pretzeled up into all sorts of shapes in the van, on the floor, or on the couch of anyone kind enough to let him crash at their place, were catching up with him.

The bus door clunked open, and Eddie stepped off, blinking in the watery spring sun. It took him a while to recognize that Hawkins' Greyhound station was still in the same place—the parking lot of Palace Arcade and Family Video—because Family Video had been taken over by a Blockbuster, while a Starbucks had replaced the Palace.

It had been sixteen years since he left, and he wasn't prepared for the changes. They say you can never go home again. But what if the place had never felt like home in the first place?

He was one of the few that got off the bus. There were no familiar faces among the passengers or those that came to pick them up. All the better. He didn't want to see anyone he knew.

Hoisting his bag over his shoulder and picking up his guitar case, Eddie trudged toward Forest Hills Trailer Park. It was early March, yet the air was already muggy, even more uncomfortably so after the cool dryness of Los Angeles, and he ran an irritable hand through his fizzy hair, again regretting his decision to come home. Well, what were his options? Stay in LA and work some shitty job with shitty pay that couldn't even afford him a shitty apartment, or return to Hawkins and work some shitty job with shitty pay, but at least he could stay with Wayne in their shitty trailer so he could save money on rent? The second one was an obvious choice, even if it made his insides shrivel up in shame every time he paused long enough to think about it. The prodigal freak of Hawkins, slinking home with his tail between his legs... It'll be OK, he told himself without conviction. Humiliation rarely causes death.

As he walked through Hawkins, Eddie noticed all the changes in the landscape and the people, some subtle, some obvious, but changes nonetheless. Compared to the constant flux of LA, Hawkins seemed older, more tired, the people wearing a harsher look on their faces. He wondered how much of the changes came from himself.

At the turnoff, he almost collided with some spotty-faced kids rolling past on their skateboards. "Watch it, old man!" one of them yelled. The word stung. Eddie thought about giving them a piece of his mind, but thought better of it once he got a closer look at them. Jesus, did he ever look that young? He must have. And thirty-six is not old. Yet, watching those kids, with their frosted tips and the hems of their jeans dragging in the dust, he felt ancient, like Rip Van Winkle returning from his twenty-year-long sleep in the mountains.

But that feeling waned, the closer he got to the trailer. In fact, by the time he pushed open the door, it was as if no time had passed at all, and he was ten years old, getting dropped off by Hopper after Al got arrested yet again. By that point, Eddie had gotten used to staying with Wayne whenever his old man got into trouble, and neither of them had noticed when that particular stay had extended from days into weeks into months and finally years.

The trailer was a time capsule. There was the prehistoric TV by the door, the old faded rug on the floor, the cramped, messy kitchen. All the mugs and hats he'd given Wayne for Christmases and birthdays still lined the walls. It had started sort of as a joke one Christmas, when Eddie first started living with Wayne and couldn't think of a present for him. He had found a Garfield mug and bought it with the little money he had. Wayne had laughed upon opening it and given it the place of honor on the shelf over the TV. And so for Wayne's birthday next year, Eddie had bought him another mug, and another for Christmas, occasionally throwing in a hat just to keep Wayne on his toes, until it had become a tradition and Wayne had to put up new shelves around the living room for the mugs.

Eddie still remembered the Christmas he'd given Wayne a "World's Best Dad" mug.

"I'm sorry, they didn't have a 'World's Best Uncle' one," he'd mumbled apologetically. Wayne had said nothing, only clearing his throat and giving Eddie a tight hug.

And there was Wayne himself. Eddie looked at his uncle with sadness. When had Wayne become so worn out? Ever since Eddie knew him, he had seemed to have been born old, always of some undetermined age between forty-five and sixty, yet full of a quiet energy that never went out. Now, slumped in the rocking chair in front of the droning TV, he looked shrunk, a tired old man. Guilt pricked at Eddie's insides. He'd promised himself the first thing he'd do when Corroded Coffin got big was to get Wayne out of the trailer park and into a decent house, and not only had he failed, but he also had to ask Wayne to take him back.

Eddie sighed and gave Wayne's shoulder a gentle shake. The old man opened his eyes, blinking at his nephew.

"You're home," he said, as if Eddie had just left the previous day.

Eddie wondered if he'd ever really felt at home anywhere. Here, in this rundown trailer, with his gruff but kind uncle, was probably the closest he'd ever gotten. "Yeah," he said simply. "I'm home."

***

Eddie got a job as a bartender at the Hideout.

He suspected that Lenny, the owner, gave him the job for old times' sake more than anything, but it suited him just fine. It meant he got to go to work when most of the townspeople were already on their way home, so fewer chances of running into people he knew. Besides, those that knew him and might mock him didn't usually frequent the Hideout.

It didn't pay that well, and Eddie wondered if the idea of raising enough money to self-produce and release the next Corroded Coffin album was even plausible. He briefly considered dealing again. But even back in high school, he had never made much money from it, mostly just enough to buy a new record now and then. And he couldn't risk getting arrested. Plus, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't even know where to begin now.

"I had to get out, man," said Reefer Rick, when Eddie dropped by his house on Lover's Lake one afternoon. "Kids these days, they're so much tougher. Cannier. And they deal with the hard stuff. I couldn't keep up. I had this place. I had a nice bit of money put away. So I got out while I could." Rick was well on his way to middle age now, spending most of the time sitting on the porch drinking or even fishing on the lake, like those bozos they used to make fun of back in the day, and, oddly enough, he seemed content. Eddie envied him that.

Rick was one of the few old friends that Eddie saw. Eddie found his initial fear about running into people he knew laughable now, because there was almost no one left. All his friends from high school had moved away. His bandmates, Jeff and Grant, had gone to LA with him after graduation, but Gareth, who'd graduated a year later, never made it. "Sorry, man, my mom wants me to stay close," he'd said. They had found a replacement for him, but it was never quite the same.

One Sunday, Eddie ran into Gareth at the store. Gareth recognized him first, and no wonder—Gareth's hair was now cropped short, making his cherubic face look tired and much older than his thirty-three years.

"Holy shit, man, when did you get back?" he asked, giving Eddie a bear hug.

"Gareth, language!" hissed the woman holding a baby, standing just behind them at the check-out line.

"Sorry, hun," Gareth muttered and gave Eddie an embarrassed grin.

They caught up at the Hideout that night. Eddie was relieved to be able to unload to Gareth all about the band's struggle, as he knew no one else would understand. Gareth was understanding, but Eddie couldn't help feeling that his old friend was congratulating himself for not following them to LA and subjecting himself to such hardship. A boring life with a boring job and a boring wife in boring Hawkins was preferable to that. And then Gareth's pager beeped and he excused himself to get home because his wife needed help with the baby, and that was that.

The rest of Eddie's Hellfire buddies, all those lost sheep he'd taken under his wings, were gone too. Henderson was in MIT, working on his PhD. He still sent Eddie a Christmas card every year. Byers, the only one who could rival Eddie as a DM, was in California after Mrs. Byers and Hopper got married and moved the whole clan there, but they were in San Bernardino or somewhere, and Eddie never ran into them in LA. Wheeler had also gone to school there—he was dating Hopper's daughter at the time, if Eddie remembered correctly—and stayed. Sinclair, who had turned out better than Eddie had expected, given his association with the jocks, was working in Indianapolis. They had all done well for themselves.

So perhaps it was a good thing that they weren't here to see their fallen leader.

***

But not everyone left Hawkins. Some stayed. And sometimes, those who stayed were the fucking worst.

It was a usual night at the Hideout, with the regular crowd of five drunks. Nobody paid attention to the band, some lame punk cover act. Eddie wanted to feel bad for the band, remembering that Corroded Coffin had once been in their shoes, but he couldn't muster up the sympathy. Looking at their carefully ripped clothes and perfectly coifed hair, he knew this was just a hobby for them, a pastime to make themselves look cool, and could be easily left behind when they went back to the safety of their parents' houses and their cushy little lives. Then he caught himself and shook his head. Jesus, when did he become so bitter?

A group of men burst through the door, their raucous shouts and laughter putting an end to his dark thoughts. Eddie barely glanced at them. He'd seen enough of those, both in the few weeks he'd been working at the bar and back when he was playing here with Corroded Coffin. Suburban dads, most of them, out on their allotted once-per-week guys' night. Bored with the usual, they decided to check out the Hideout as the most underground place Hawkins had to offer. Ha. They wouldn't know underground even if they woke up buried in a six-foot grave.

Silently, he filled their orders and gave them to Trish, the server. She was one of the new hires—just out of school, barely old enough to be working at a bar—so Eddie made it a point to watch out for her when he could. "You'll be OK with those?" he asked, indicating the men sitting in their booth.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," she replied, though her face was grim.

The group stayed for a long time. As the night went on, they became louder, more obnoxious, and the grim set of Trish's mouth started to waver. She tried to act tough, but she was just a kid, really, and she was no match for those men.

After Trish brought the men their third rounds of tequila shots, Eddie heard a yell coming from the booth. "Get your hand off me!" It was Trish. She was grappling with one of the men, who was holding her by the waist, trying to pull her into the booth with him.

Eddie looked around. The band was gone, having finished their sets more than half an hour ago. Lenny wasn't even in. With a sigh, Eddie left the bar and approached the booth.

"Do we have a problem here?" he said.

"Damn right we do," said the man holding Trish. "You'd better teach your staff to be friendlier to the customers!"

"They are friendly. To those who can keep their hands to themselves," Eddie said, taking Trish's hand and pulling her up. She gave him a grateful look and scurried to the back.

The man got unsteadily to his feet. "Watch your fucking mouth," he snarled, giving Eddie a shove.

Eddie seized the man's wrist. "What did I say about keeping your hands to yourself?"

The man winced, and his friends glanced at each other, worried. "Fuck," the man said. Then he took a closer look at Eddie, and his eyes popped. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "Munson? Eddie 'The Freak' Munson?"

Eddie's stomach dropped, and his grip on the man's wrist loosened. He stared back at the man. Square jaws, a low forehead, and small, arrogant eyes. Loathing stirred his memories. His mind's eye added a letterman jacket and a baseball hat, and the man's features solidified. One of Jason Carver's cronies from the basketball team. What was his name?

The man's mouth lifted in a mocking smile. "Well, well, well. What happened to 'fuck this town', Munson?"

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Eddie said, ignoring the question.

"What are you going to do, kick me out?"

"Yes."

The others exchanged glances again, and Eddie was aware of how he looked in their eyes—a tall, intimidating guy in a leather jacket. Someone you don't want to mess with. One of them put his hand on the square-jawed man's shoulder. "Come on, Andy." Andy. That was it.

Andy jerked his shoulder away. "Don't let this freak scare you. All bark and no bite, aren't you, Munson?" he said, grinning at Eddie. "Just like in high school."

Eddie tried to swallow the hot gust of anger rising to his throat. "My bark is actually worse," he said evenly. "If you refuse to leave, I'm going to call the police."

Andy's friends had had enough. "Let's go, man. It's getting late anyway."

They filed out of the booth, throwing down money as they went. Andy still stared at Eddie, his already small eyes narrowed into angry slits, while his friends dragged him away.

***

After the bar closed, Eddie made sure that Trish was picked up by her boyfriend. It was four in the morning by the time he finished cleaning up and locking the door. As he walked through the parking lot that was still steeped in darkness, a voice called out, "Munson!"

Eddie turned around. It was Andy, standing by a car. What the hell?

"You really humiliated me tonight, you know that?" Andy said. By the slurring of his voice, his drinking hadn't stopped after he left the Hideout.

"You must have a really fragile ego, if that was enough to humiliate you," Eddie said, continuing to walk.

"Don't act all high and mighty with me, freak," Andy growled. "You were nothing in high school, and you're nothing now."

A haze of red came over Eddie's eyes, but he tried to keep it in check as he turned around.

"Hey man, I don't know what your problem is—" he began, but before he could finish, a fist landed on his cheek. Since said fist belonged to a guy who wasn't even standing straight, it didn't hurt much, but the surprise threw Eddie off his balance. Andy used the momentum to grab Eddie's shoulder and yank him down. Eddie's face collided with the car's side-view mirror.

Dazed, Eddie sat on the ground and touched his cheek. It stung where the mirror cut him, and his fingers came away wet with blood.

The haze of red slammed over his eyes again.

He jumped up and lunged at Andy.

What followed was a blur of punches, some connecting, either with flesh or metal, but most didn't. The more he missed, the angrier Eddie got. As if this bastard hadn't made his life miserable enough back in high school, he had to come to his work and attacked him as well. And for what? For ruining his night out with his buddies? As far as Eddie could see, Andy was doing a pretty good job of that himself.

Finally, Eddie had Andy by his neck against the car.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" he roared.

"Fuck you, fucking freak!" Andy spat out.

Suddenly the fight went out of Eddie. What the hell were they doing, two grown men having a pathetic drunken brawl over some imagined animosity nearly twenty years ago? He let go. Andy sank to the ground, and Eddie staggered away.

***

His cheek throbbing, Eddie found his way into the woods surrounding Hawkins. He couldn't let Wayne see him in this state. Better to walk off some steam and come up with some excuse before facing his uncle.

At this hour, the sun was not up yet, but it was no longer pitch dark. The woods lay silent under a cold gray half-light that sapped everything of color and life. The only sound was the squishing of the wet, dead leaves of many winters under his feet, and the only movement, other than his own, was the drip-drip-drip of water, either rain or dew, from the new buds onto his head. Irritated, he reached up to rub the wetness out of his scalp, and winced as he accidentally touched the cut on his face.

He shouldn't have let Andy get to him. The encounter left a sour taste in his mouth and a heavy weight, like a lead ball, in his guts. It wasn't simply anger or shame, or rather, it wasn't his usual shame of being a failure. It was the shame of feeling like he and Andy were similar. He hated the idea that he could have something in common with that jerk, but there it was. It was like they were still teenagers, ready to use their fists at the merest hint of an offense, always trying to prove themselves, trying to be cooler than this or that person. Eddie thought he'd grown out of that high school mentality, but apparently not. It only took coming back to Hawkins, being amongst these people, to bring out that aggressive side of him.

Perhaps coming home was a mistake.

A rustling made him look up. It was light enough now for him to glimpse, through the trees, a figure in a tracksuit, a jogger, a woman, blond hair bobbing along with her steps, running toward him. Shit. He didn't want to run into anyone, especially not right now, skulking through the woods with dry blood down his face and caked on his knuckles. They'd think he was a serial killer or something.

Eddie whirled around, trying to blend into the trees before he and the jogger crossed paths. A branch smacked him in the face, blinding him, making him lose his footing. He took a stumbling step back. The embankment he was standing on, already weak from the endless rain of the past week, gave way, and before he knew it, Eddie was plummeting down a slope, dead branches and rocks scratching at his face and arms as he went.

For a moment, he lay sprawled at the bottom of the slope, blinking up at the green dome above him, too stunned to move.

Then a face appeared in his view. A woman's face, full of concern.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

Then the concern on her face slowly dissipated, replaced by surprise and recognition.

"Eddie Munson, as I live and breathe," she said. "I almost didn't recognize you with that beard." When Eddie didn't answer, she gave him a teasing smile. "Don't you remember me?" She extended a hand to help him up.

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could sink into the earth and disappear right there and then. But when the trees remained above him, and the musty earth remained underneath him, he had no choice but to accept the helping hand and get to his feet.

"Hi, Chrissy," he said.

***

Chrissy Cunningham. The last person he'd want to run into, especially in his current state.

Though her hair was shorter and held back with a headband instead of pulled into a ponytail, she still looked exactly as he remembered, as she had in high school, those wide blue eyes, that bright smile showing a hint of her crooked front teeth. Next to her, Eddie felt like a tramp. Probably looked like a tramp too.

"You OK?" she asked, taking in his bedraggled and bloodied appearance.

"Uh, yeah."

"That's a nasty cut right there," she said, pointing to his elbow. It was only then that Eddie felt the searing pain. He must've snatched it on a rock or a broken branch. "You should get that cleaned up, or it'll get infected." Without waiting for an answer, she took his other elbow and guided him up the other side of the slope. "Let me go grab a first-aid kit from school, and I can take care of that for you."

"What school?"

Chrissy stared at him. "Hawkins High, of course."

"Are we that close?"

"Don't you recognize this part of the woods?"

They were up on the opposite side of the slope now, and Eddie saw an old picnic table and bench set, all rusty and weather-beaten, by a tree stump that stood like a sentinel over the place. He immediately recognized it. He must've been too pissed off about his encounter with Andy to realize where he was walking.

"Wait here," Chrissy said. "I'll be back in a minute."

As she jogged off, Eddie thought about running away himself. But that would be ridiculous. She'd already seen him. How embarrassing would it be if she came back and found out he'd ran away like some coward? Besides, the fall had left him too sore to move. He gingerly sat down on one of the benches, afraid it would collapse from his weight, and cast a look around. Back in his schooldays, this had been the hangout for the stoners and the burnouts, and there had always been some empty beer cans and cigarette stubs scattered about. Now add to that some old needles, and he could've sworn he saw a used condom too. Jesus. Even this place had gone to the dogs.

What twist of fate had sent him here, and into the path of Chrissy Cunningham, of all people?

Of all the drug spots in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine...

Before he could contemplate that, Chrissy was back, bringing with her a first-aid kit. "So when did you get back?" she asked, lifting Eddie's elbow and cleaning the wound with practiced hands.

"A few weeks ago," Eddie replied, trying not to hiss at the sting of the rubbing alcohol.

"Are you just visiting? You're some big rock star out on the West Coast now, aren't you?"

Eddie was glad that her face was bent over his elbow, so she couldn't see the half-downcast, half-furtive look on his face. But his honesty won out. "Hardly," he mumbled. "Our albums sold like twenty copies each, and I think Jeff's mom—you know Jeff, right?—I think his mom bought most of them." He chuckled to show that he was joking, and Chrissy smiled back.

"I'd love to have a listen," she said. He knew she was just saying that to be polite, but it didn't stop butterflies from fluttering in his stomach. "I know it's not the same as seeing you guys live..." She lifted her eyes briefly to his face, before looking down again. "I always regret not making it to one of your shows at the Hideout, you know."

Eddie stared at her bent head, not knowing what to say. Being here with her and talking about Corroded Coffin and the Hideout brought back memories of another day in March, sixteen years ago. Back then, he'd felt, if not on top of the world, then at least pretty near it.

And that night... if he hadn't felt on top of the world that afternoon when he made Chrissy Cunningham laugh, then he'd certainly felt it that night.

It felt just like yesterday, the two of them driving back to his trailer after the successful conclusion of his Cult of Vecna campaign, trying the Special K, and then just staying up and talking. He couldn't remember what they'd talked about. All he remembered was a sense of... not happiness, exactly, but contentment, and it wasn't because of the Special K. No, it was because Chrissy had been there and she'd felt safe with him, and he with her.

He had never asked why she'd wanted to try the Special K. Later, as he drove her home, she'd asked him to drop her off a little further away so she could walk to her front door, and he'd guessed the reason, but hadn't pressed her about it.

"Sure, no problem," he'd only said, watching the way she twisted her fingers in her lap and fighting the urge to reach out, to put his hand over hers, and tell her everything would be alright. "I'll stay here and keep watch until you're inside."

She'd said thank and leaned over, perhaps to plant a kiss on his cheek, but at the same time, he'd turned his head to tell her "You're welcome", and the kiss had landed on his mouth instead. They'd both jolted back, embarrassed, only to be drawn back toward each other, inexorably, irresistibly, until her lips had found his again, deliberately this time. He still remembered the softness of her mouth, the taste of her lip gloss, the way she'd melted into his arms as he pulled her close...

He should've known it was too good to be true.

Queens of Hawkins High don't go around kissing freaks.

Chrissy had pulled away from him abruptly, ran out of his van, and disappeared into the night. When they got back to school after spring break, she'd actively avoided him.

Looking back, he realized that had been the first in the long string of disappointments that was to be his life for the following sixteen years.

And now here she was, talking as if nothing had happened.

It still stung, but he tried not to let it show.

"I didn't know you were in town," he said, changing the subject.

"Oh, I moved back a couple of years ago."

That surprised him. After leaving Hawkins, he'd tried hard not to think about Chrissy, but when he did, usually after some heavy drinking or after a late gig, when he felt particularly lonely, he'd imagined that she was leading a perfect life somewhere. Moving back to this shithole didn't seem that perfect.

And if she was here and Jason wasn't, that meant...

Eddie found himself glancing at her hand. No ring.

"My dad's passed, and my mom's had a stroke, so I moved back to help out," she explained. Eddie could feel all the years apart stretching out between them like a gulf. Their lives were so separate, so different.

"Shit. That's rough. I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "Moving back was a relief. I wasn't doing great in Chicago anyway. Divorced, working a dead-end job..."

"Oh. Sorry." Then, because he couldn't help himself: "Jason?"

She actually laughed, but there was no bitterness in it. "No. We broke up right after graduation. Just a few days after you left, in fact. He's married with a couple of kids now, living in Bloomington, I think."

She remembered when he left? Nah, don't be stupid. She only remembered 'cause that was when she broke up with that prick...

"What about you?" Chrissy asked.

"Me?"

"You married?" Was it his imagination, or did her nonchalance seem a little forced?

Eddie smiled ruefully. "Almost did, once."

"What happened?"

"She wised up." After that, it was just a string of fleeting relationships and meaningless hook-ups. More disappointments.

They talked about their classmates for a while—Nancy, Wheeler's sister, Miss Valedictorian, now a journalist in New York, Robin Buckley and Vickie Ryan, who shocked Hawkins when they started dating after graduation and then moved away together, and Billy Hargrove, the bad boy of their class, who was killed in a car accident in '92.

"Shit. Sounds like everybody left Hawkins," he said.

"Some stay. Some even came back," she said, gesturing to him and herself.

"That's only because they have no choice."

"No, I think it's nice to come back to a familiar place. You always know where you are. And if the place's changed... well, you've changed too, so that's even."

He hadn't thought of it like that. Suddenly the whole moving back home thing didn't seem so bad after all.

"You should be a motivational speaker, Cunningham," he said, trying to sound dry. "Have you considered that as a career?"

"I already kind of am, with the cheer squad."

"You're still cheering?"

"No, coaching." She perked up. "Didn't I tell you? I'm the cheer coach at Hawkins High now. Hard to believe, right?"

"No, not at all. You were always good at that." He remembered Chrissy in middle school, how young they'd been, how enthusiastic—how long ago was that, over twenty years? Jesus. No wonder he felt old.

"The only thing I'm good at, you mean."

"No, no," Eddie quickly said. "Well, you're good at this too," he added lamely, indicating the first-aid kit.

"I did study to be an RN." She finished bandaging up the large wound on his elbow and moved on to his other cuts and scrapes.

"So why—"

"Dropped out my third year." There was an awkward silence, but Chrissy didn't seem embarrassed. "I just couldn't cope with the stress, and there was no one to sell me half an ounce of weed at a discount," she said, twinkling at him, and he couldn't help smiling back at her.

That smile disappeared when Chrissy asked, "So, any exciting new project with Corroded Coffin coming soon?" Seeing Eddie's face fall, she sobered up. "I'm sorry, was that—"

"No, it's OK."

Eddie felt like opening up to her. Perhaps they weren't so different after all. Perhaps she'd understand.

"Well"—here Eddie took a deep breath, and the truth he'd been hiding came out in a rush—"there won't be any new stuff. Not for a while anyway. We got dropped by the label. The last album didn't sell that well, so they dropped us."

And there it was. The reason why he had to come home, the reason he felt like a failure. It had taken them years to get signed, and when it was only to an indie label, he and the guys had told themselves it was for the best, it would give them more independence. As it turned out, an indie label was less likely to interfere with their creative process, it was true, but it didn't interfere much with anything else either. They were left floundering, having to do almost everything themselves. Ten years of that would put a strain on anyone.

Without Gareth, they went through a string of replacement drummers, none lasting more than a few years, since they had never been part of Hellfire and didn't share their camaraderie. Then, when the label dropped them, it had been the last straw. They had held on for as long as they could, but eventually, when Grant and Jeff quit, Eddie had no choice but to quit as well. Grant had gone back to Hawkins for a while, then left again, having found a job in Detroit. Jeff, the rock of their group, was the only one who stayed in LA, working as a session musician. He had tried to convince Eddie to stay as well, but Eddie couldn't stand watching some other bands hit it big while he was forced to play someone else's music. To him, it would be a special form of Hell. So he'd gone home, feeling like he'd failed his bandmates, his uncle, and himself.

Chrissy listened to all that in sympathetic silence. No judging, no mocking, no clichéd advice or words of encouragement, just a softening of her eyes and a gentle squeeze of her hand on his arms as she placed Band-Aids on his cuts.

"Do you ever feel like you're a failure?" he asked, by way of a conclusion.

She peered at him for a moment before answering. "Oh just... you know, on a daily basis."

Those words rang a bell in Eddie's mind. He looked up to see Chrissy grinning crookedly at him, but there was some self-deprecation in that grin that made him realize how tactless his question had been.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean—"

"No, it's OK." Her smile got a little brighter. "I don't mind being a failure. Takes a lot of pressure off." When he raised a questioning eyebrow at that, she continued, "When you're already a failure, people don't expect much from you. You're free to live your life how you want, no need to live up to anyone's bullshit standard."

Eddie tilted his head to look at Chrissy more closely and realized his first impression of her had been wrong. She had changed. He could hardly recognize her from the nervous girl who jumped at the mere cracking of a branch when they met at this very bench sixteen years ago. She seemed... not exactly more confident, but rather, she no longer cared what others thought of her. Still, even back then, there had been a wild streak in her, a devil-may-care attitude that had driven her to buy drugs from him and agreed to come back to his trailer with him. Time and experiences had mellowed it, but it was still there. The same wild streak that had drawn him to her in the first place.

Chrissy finished with his arms and stood up so she could clean the cuts on his face.

"Do you remember that night before spring break, back in '86?" she said.

Their eyes met, and he held his breath. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I ran off like that. I'm sorry I ignored you in school afterward. It was—stupid of me. I cared too much about what other people thought."

So she remembered. And understood.

Eddie let out a breath, not just the one he'd been holding, but also the one that had his chest in a tight grip ever since he moved back home. With that breath, he also let go of all the heartache, guilt, and shame of the past. None of it mattered anymore. If he kept clinging to them, he would be no better than Andy.

He reached for Chrissy's hand, which was resting on his cheek. "You're not the only one," he said.

As she looked into his eyes, he would've given anything to be able to stay like that forever, with Chrissy standing over him, her face bent toward his, their hands intertwined, and the sun shining softly through the trees behind her, turning her gold hair into a perfect halo.

A branch snapped somewhere in the woods, breaking the spell.

Eddie cursed under his breath. His only consolation was that Chrissy was looking slightly flustered and disappointed, while she packed up the first-aid kit.

As she turned to leave, Chrissy blurted out, "Why don't you come to the game this Friday night? It'll be a walk down memory lane—oh, sorry." She winced. "I forgot that you don't care about—what did you call it? A game where you—"

"—where you toss balls into laundry baskets," Eddie said with a rueful smile. "I did say a lot of stupid shit back then. No, you don't have to apologize. It's just that—I have to work Friday night."

"Oh."

"But you're welcome at the Hideout anytime," he said, emboldened by her crestfallen look. "Drinks are on me."

Her face brightened. "I'll hold you to that."

"So... guess I'll see you around then?" he asked.

"Looks like it." She flashed him another crooked smile and walked off, while Eddie remained at the bench, feeling like he was fourteen again.

***

Wayne came out of the bedroom to find his nephew sitting on the fold-out bed. When Eddie first came home, Wayne had tried to give the bedroom back, saying the fold-out had served him well for ten years and would serve him well again, but Eddie had vehemently refused. His reason was that he was the one working nights now, and he didn't want to wake Wayne up when he came home early in the morning. In the end, Wayne had relented. He knew Eddie's guilt about having to move back in with him; no need to make the boy feel worse than he already did.

Eddie's face was bruised and bandaged, but he was looking more content than Wayne had ever seen him since he came home. And he had taken his guitar out of its case and was strumming a soft melody, occasionally stopping to jot something down in a battered old notebook in front of him. Wayne took that as a good sign.

"Mornin'," he said, shuffling toward the kitchen, making no comment on Eddie's late return or injuries. "You want some breakfast?"

"Hmm," Eddie replied distractedly, his attention still on the notebook.

It was his first attempt at writing a song in about eight months. He was a little rusty, but it felt good to pick up the guitar.

They say you can never go home again. But what if you can make the place feel like home? By peopling it with those that you know and love, and those that know you and, perhaps, if not love, then at least like you back?

She'd asked him to a game.

She'd said she'd see him around.

Maybe he could get someone to cover his shift...

"Hey Wayne," Eddie said, looking up from his guitar. "You ever watch a basketball game at Hawkins High?"

Wayne turned away from the pan of sizzling bacon to eye Eddie suspiciously. "Since when did you become interested in high school basketball?"

"Since today."

"Why?"

"No reason." Eddie shrugged, then he grinned, that familiar ear-to-ear grin that Wayne hadn't seen in a long, long time. "Just wondering if I could suffer through it this Friday night."

A/N: OK, I meant for this to be a one-shot, but my brain kept screaming at me to add more, so maybe I will expand on it later… not as a full multi-chaptered fic, but as a series of interconnected one-shots. We'll see.

[edenshiba]

Thank you for writing my request! It turned out amazing! I hope you don’t me doing another? Could you do a Tsuji x Reader? Reader is the younger sister of 9. Reader and Tsuji have been talking for a long time when Tsuji confesses to her. Reader has no idea who to respond and gets interrupted by her brother picking her up from them hanging out. Tsuji kisses her cheek before they leave and tells her to think about it. 9 just looks confused and before telling them you can’t date you know that right

(I don’t think being 9’s younger sister would give much of a social life or romantic life)

(Tsuji helped Reader when some students from another school tried to jump her)

Character: Tsuji x Fem! Reader

Note: I forgot to update..... Sorry. SOMEBODY PLEASE DO MORE OF TSUJI AND SHIBA 😭. also @mrskenpachizaraki this is for you 😊

The bell ring loudly as the whole students packing their bag without caring of the teacher’s words. You sat there, zoning out since while looking at the athletes training at the field.

“Remember class, I need your parents to sign the form or else you can’t participate in the field trip.” The teacher said.

You put on your headphones before playing the One Ok Rock song. You are a big fan of that band since you entered high school. Thanks to your former best friend.

Since she passed away, you didn’t socialize anymore. Only wake up, go to school, come back, play the guitar and finish your homework and sleep.

The routine oy change if you brother remember to come home, otherwise you will do it every day. Anyway, you can just forge your brother’s signature. 9 never home so it's not a big of a deal.

While walking to the bus stop, you saw several girls with a different uniform than you. You went to Seiho All Girls School and the uniform there are brown. Those girls wear blue.

Ah, must be from the rich school

You tried to ignored them but the one with the pony tails stops and push you.

' Fucking bitch. You thought.

The melon bread that you were eating laying flat on the ground before one of them stepped on it.

That was supposed to be your dinner.

“So this is the girl that Keiji like?” You stared at her before trying to remember the name.

Who the hell is Keiji?

“I don’t know that people from Seiho is are this shameless.” Their accusations making you felt dizzy.

First of all, who are they? And second of all, since when you talk to people?

The last person you ever communicates with was your homeroom teacher. She said your grades are good enough to be accepted to the top Universities in Japan.

“ Who do you think you are, huh? Taking another girl’s boyfriend. Are you that shameless?”

Ah, now you understand.

Despite being a loner, you are quite popular among other people. Since you are the president for the chess club and the top student of the school, people talks about you a lot.

But of course, nasty rumours do spread around.

You give them an annoyed look. Do these girls thinks that you are THAT cheap?

“Ah, him? Sorry but he’s the one who like me. I can’t do anything about it girl.” You replied.

If they wanted to act like a mean girl, then you can also do the same.

You saw how her hand almost touching your face until a big veiny hand appear. You opened up you eyes after not feeling anything, only to see two stranger. One with the red hair was holding her hand and one with the blonde hair covered your body from them.

“ Five versus one? My, you guys really that pathetic huh?” The girl tried to snatch her hand back but the man’s grip tighten.

“ Mind your own business!” The girl says.

She tried to act tough even though you see how her leg shakes. You did felt a tinge of pity but then you chose to forget it.

“How can this not be our business? How can an elite group came here? Didn’t you guys too far from home?”

The girls were to stunned by their words. The red head finally let go of the girl’s hand. She wince at the pain before covering the wrist. Her white skin turns red.

“This is not over yet!” She yelled before walking away with her group of friends.

You waved at her before looking tried to walk away.

“Thanks for your help but I can protect myself.” You said before disappearing from their sight.

You put on your headphones back before turning on the music. Well, that will be the first and last time you see them.

Meanwhile, Tsuji and Shibaman were stunned by your reply.

“Nee Tsuji, we shouldn’t help her you know.”

Tsuji scratch the back of his head before looking at his partner.

“Well, it’s not wrong to help her. Besides, she’s cute ya know?” Tsuji smirked before walking away.

Shiba followed him but still puzzled at his words. There is no way in seven hell Tsuji like that girl.

The next day, you put on the headphone as soon as the class is over. The field trip talk is unnecessary. You brother did came back last night to give you the monthly allowance before going back to his usual work.

You didn’t care, as long as he gave you enough money to survive then you are okay.

Your instinct told you to take off the headphone and you did. A big figure towering over you, making you tilted your head a bit.

It is him, the guy from yesterday.

“ You shouldn't walk while listening to the music. Somebody might jumped on you .” He said before taking the headphone off your head.

“ What are you? Stalker?” You said before snatching the headphone back.

You walk past him but before you could put on the headphone again, he grab it and put it around his neck. You glared at him before trying to get it back.

“U, uh. I’m taking this.” He said.

You groaned at his actions. How old is this guy anyway?

“ I’m Tsuji by the way. Nice to meet you.” He said.

“Fuck off.”

Several months went by and you and Tsuji has a pretty good friendship. If he didn’t hang out with his Oya High friends he would hang out with you. Depending on his mood, usually he would walk you home and have a dinner with you.

Surprisingly he can cook.

“Hey.” You raises your head, just Tsuji and Shibaman is nowhere to be seen.

“Where is Shiba?”

“Well, his sister wants to meet him. What are you listening to?”

Tsuji took your left earbud before putting it on his ear. You play the song to let him hear it.

“It’s cool. Who’s the artist?”

“Halsey.” He nodded.

Without him knowing, you blush slightly. You find it hard to push him away lately. Both of you have been seeing each other everyday and sometimes he even walk with you to school despite Oya High is on the other side of the town.

“So, are you free tonight? We can watch the star.” He asked while opening the café door for you.

“My brother is coming tonight. Sorry.” You apologize but the man just smile.

“It’s fine. Let me order the drinks” You watch him walking to the counter.

Your heart beats faster than usual. Oh my god you are in love with this guy.

You can’t deny it, Tsuji is a good guy. He walks you home, he bought flower whenever he visited you at your apartment, he accompany you whenever you study at the library despite him just watching without doing anything.

You can’t help but like him. Well, this tiny little crush will never be known by him of course.

He can’t know. You have a reputation to uphold.

“Hey they run out of (f/f) smoothie. Is coffee fine?” He said worriedly.

“ It’s fine.” You said before taking the cup.

Good bye to your sleep.

You took out your exercise book and your notes. Tsuji just watching you solve the math questions. After several minutes, you change to the other book.

“Do Seiho always gives their students lots of homework?” He asked while sipping his coffee.

You look up before putting the pen down. You just realized that you got another three subject to finish by tomorrow.

“Oh this? Well, English and Math from three weeks ago and Physics and Chemistry is from last week. Yeah the Japanese need to be submit by next week.” Tsuji scratches the back of his head.

You chuckled at his actions. Well, Oya wasn’t known for their intelligence. You don’t really blame him.

“Don’t study too much. You might go crazy.” He said before switching his focus to his phone.

“ Ok dad.” You rolled your eyes before continues to finish the whole essay. Tsuji smiled at your words.

He don't really paying too much attention on his phone. He has been staring at you secretly. He loves it whenever you bit your lower lips whenever you didn't know the answer.

The sun already set by the time you finish the Chemistry homework. You put all the pens and pencils inside your pencil case before putting it in your bag. You saw Tsuji just got back from the toilet.

“You done?”

“Yeah my brother will fetch me so you can just go home.” You said before sipping the remaining coffee.

“ Don’t be stupid. Let me walk with you.” He said before taking your bag and sling it on his shoulder. He grabbed you by the hand before both of you leaving the café.

You blush at the gesture. Thank god he didn’t see it.

The walk to the bus stop is quite. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. The way he holds your hand say it all but you don’t want to put your hopes too high.

Does he like you?

“The moon is beautiful right?” You heart skipped a beat.

Wait, what?

He suddenly stop before looking at you. Your eyes met his and he smile.

“ (y/n), I like you.”

You aren’t dreaming right?

Did he just, confessed his love to you?

“I, I....”

A loud honk shocked you. You look at the car, shit!

“Your brother?”

“Yeah.” Tsuji chuckled. He patted your head before kisses your right cheek.

“ I don’t need the answer tonight. Feel free to tell me when you are ready.” He said before wave good bye.

You still at the froze at your spot. He kissed you.

YOUR CRUSH KISS YOU!

You will never wash your face after this. Oh my god!

Before your brother loses his patience, you quickly went to his car and sat at the passenger sit. 9 gave you a weird look.

“Is that your boyfriend?" He gave you a confused look.

How come he never see that guy. Are you dating without him knowing?

"You know you can't date right? What will happen to your study if you got pregnant? Oh my god you got the entrance exam this year!"

You gave him an annoyed look. This is why you and him never in a good relationship.

Too overprotective. It’s suffocating.

“Shut up and drive old man. I want to eat sukiyaki.” You said.

Sleep well pretty. I’ll walk you to school tomorrow.

You smiled at the message. Ah, love is great.

“ I’ll send you to cram school if your grades drop. Also quit smiling like an idiot.” 9 can’t accept this.

You’re growing too fast.

“ I know okay.” You grumble.

Café date tomorrow?

Alright.

You grinned.

“I told you to stop smiling already!”

“Shut up old man!”

[hunty627]

A couple more stories that Grant can make up with his model trains when he rebuilds his model railway layout.

Isabel’s express service. Isabel the Great Western autocoach had been listening to Oliver the Great Western engine and Toad the Great Western brake van tell their stories over and over again, which were Toad’s adventure to Vicarstown with James and Oliver’s escape from the scrapyard. Isabel wanted an adventure too. And that’s when Gordon the big engine needed an extra coach because lots of passengers want to travel to Crovan’s Gate on the express, so Isabel was coupled to Gordon’s express train.

Bus brawl. Kayley the railway maintenance bus had been rudely taunted by Bulgy the double decker bus. Bulgy says Kayley is a disgrace to buses everywhere, which made her very upset.

A toy for Poy. Poy the small green engine was shunting freight cars when she saw something on the line side. It was a teddy bear. Her driver brought it to the lost property office in Knapford station. Poy wished to keep it. Later on, when Poy was steaming past Redbird station, she saw Dexter’s big sister Dee Dee looking very upset. Her teddy bear, Mr. Fuzzums had gone missing. And that’s when Poy figured it out. The teddy bear she found was Dee Dee’s teddy bear! Will she return it to her before Dee Dee loses her mind?

Sidney sulks. Sidney the forgetful engine was sulking in the shed. He says he forgot why, but he was still feeling cross. The other engines wanted to cheer him up.

The little Christmas twins. Skarloey was very excited for the holiday season. And he and the other little engines got to meet two new steam engines. They were a pair of narrow gauge tender engines named Holly and Jolly and they are twins. Will they be very reliable during the Christmas season?

A brake van of many colors. A new brake van arrived on Sodor for the pride month celebration. His name is Charlie and he looked like Toad, but he was painted in all 7 colors of the rainbow.

The undead engine. Smudger was telling his friends a story about a blacksmith engine named Smoother. He told them about something that happened to him that caused him to become nothing more but a literal death machine.

Jennings’ joust. Jennings was delivering some cargo trucks to Ulfstead Castle and saw a horse. It turned out that it was actually Barnaby, Becky’s pony! She had escaped from her family’s farm after getting such a fright that she would change at anyone before giving them powerful kicks. Will Jennings be able to soothe Barnaby?

[bungouchronicles]

Introduction

Hi! I'm Aria and my pronouns are She/Her.

I've been on Tumblr for awhile but never really made an official blog for posting but there's just so much I wanna say so I thought "I'm bored on the bus, lets commit to Tumblr".

I don't really know what I'll be posting except that it'll probably be mostly related to bungou stray dogs as it's my current obsession (and has been for the last 3-4 years-). I do like to both write and draw too so I might post some of my work aswell.

Favorite posts of mine:

Soukoku and their views on humanity

Dazai hates going to the doctor, Yosano hates having him there

Dazai and gift giving

Akutagawa and the man dressed in black

Fyodor and what the future might hold

I love to love

Fyobram nonsense

Fyodor and "that man"

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Here's some general information about me and what tags I use under the cut ⬇️

Things I like

- Bungou stray dogs (wow you could've never guessed)

- Moriarty the Patriot

- Genshin Impact

- Kamisama Hajimemashita

- My little pony: Friendship is magic

- Anime

- Manga

- Reading

- Writing

- Art

- Music

- Anything creative really

- Philosophy

- Psychology (sometimes)

- Classic Literature

- Theater

- Character/story analysis

- A bunch of other anime series I haven't mentioned

- Honkai star rail (though I haven't gotten that far)

- Just a bunch of things, I love deeply and easily

- Vampires

- The Stanley parable

- Spider-man

- Just super heroes in general

- Goth music

- New wave

- New romantic

- Post-Punk

- Yk just cool 80's synth music

Things I dislike/Hate

- Horror (I like the scary vibes but I can't handle actually scary stuff)

- Gore (I don't mind blood)

- Extreme Violence

- Sharks (big teeth)

- Mirrors (creepy)

- Just general bad things (stuff like racism yk)

- Probably more things but I can't think of anything rn

- Proshippers!!

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I'm happy to receive asks but know that I won't respond if it makes me uncomfortable so yk, be normal.

I might edit this in the future if anything changes or I remember something I should've added but forgot to but until then this is all.

Edit:

Right I use tags! So far these are my tags:

#aria indulges the voices Which is just general stuff like random thought etc, I am planning to take that more organized at some point though.

I also have:

#aria reblogs I don't think I need to explain that one haha

And:

#aria answers asks That one is pretty self explanatory too

#Aria analyses Which is like story and character analyses

Edit 2:

I now also have:

#Aris writes

While I'm at it I'll add another one too since I'll most likely use it in the future:

#Aria does art

And:

#Aria theorises

Bye bye! <3

[thestobingirlie]

We talk a lot about what we love about Steve, what do you love about other characters that you don't post about as often?

okay, here we go!! (this got pretty long lmao, i’m sorry, i’ve just got a lot of love to give and this show has too many characters)

starting with the kids:

lucas is my baby boy, okay? he’s so brave and dedicated and he just wants to protect and do right by his friends. i will never forgive the others for not going to his game.

max deserves so much better than what she’s got! she just loves her friends so much, and the strength it took for her to stand up to billy in s2! her fear about ending up like him kills me, but that moment with lucas on top of the bus is so sweet!

i think dustin and dart are so cute, like he really found this weird worm and decided he would protect it with his life. and i love how passionate he is about everything, d&d, and my little pony, and how willing he is to die for his loved ones. the fact that lucas told him he was in terrible danger and he said, who gives a fuck, it’s max!! and dustin’s insecurity about being on the edge of the group makes me want to cry.

and once again, mike, willing to throw himself off a cliff for dustin. he just loves his friends, and he struggles with showing it sometimes, but he really would do anything to keep them safe. and i actually really love his more bitchy moments. oh, and mike sobbing into hopper’s arms in s2 gets me every single rewatch.

i love will’s little comments, he’s just a bitchy as mike but he hides it better. and he’s just kind! like that little story about him giving away his toy when he was little, and the way he just instantly takes el in and calls her his sister. his love is what helped bring him out of the mind flayers clutches and he was ready to die to save them.

el is my girl!!! watching her develop her style and decide who she wants to be, outside of the lab and hopper and mike. it’s about her. what makes her happy. and once again!! all these kids just ready to die so young!! she met these three kids and they showed her basic kindness and she just instantly sacrificed herself for them. she just has so much love.

and erica!!! my little nerd! i love her little snappy comments, and i love how much she obviously loves lucas but she’s such a little sister about it! the fact that she stayed with him in the hospital with max. oh god, and the moment she smacked andy with a flashlight and literally said “crit hit”!!! i love how we’ve really seen her grow into her interests, and her friendship with dustin is so cute!!

now the teens, i speak a fair bit about nancy and steve, so i’ll focus on the others:

robin is my girl!! okay. the way she hears two crazies talking about invading russians and immediately said, i will involve myself in this, and i will brag about my ears. and then she did!! her bravery in the coming out scene makes me sob every time, her reaction to steve’s crush, but deciding to tell him the truth even though she could just lie! the way she made just as much of a sacrifice when she decided to hold the door shut as steve, knowing these kids even less time then he did, thinking she’s gonna die down there. and the way she’s the reason they know anything about vecna and saved max, but it’s only nancy called a genius, where is robin’s appreciation?

now eddie! love that a girl went to him for drugs and seemed anxious and he said, okay, time to throw myself on the floor and hit some trees!!! he was ready to do anything to try to make her feel better, and that’s so cute! and then he literally went up against hundreds of monsters in her honour. and he met steve, immediately decided to involve himself in his love life and change everything about the way he viewed the world. he’s just so…. he’s rigid in his world views, but the second he meets someone outside of them he just welcomes them in, and tries to make them happy, and protect them, and i love that.

you can’t mention jonathan’s name without talking about his dedication to his family. he would do anything to keep will safe, and the way jonathan protected him from the worst of their parents. a lot of stuff i love about jonathan also just makes me sad. the way he’s ready to just throw away all his hopes and dreams for the people he loves. his own college dreams don’t even factor in.

and argyle, we didn’t get much of him, but i love the way he just rolls with all the shit thrown at him, he’s saving lives, finding el, pulling girls. the way he managed to get jonathan to open up about his issues in a few months when others have had years and failed!!! no one is doing it like argyle baby.

i’m not doing the adults, this is getting too long lmao. but, uh, if i’ve forgotten someone, tell me?

[magicalincorrectrobodokiquotes]

TVTropes Associated With Each Doki Clip (Part 6)

“A BOX!” they grinned.

“Just like my dad.” Past!Booloo giggled. “He’d always say that…on purpose, to mess with us.”

Skye and May opened the box, shrugging off the plush dolphin and plush shark inside, to use the box as a little hideout.

Past!Booloo tried to stifle a shrieky laugh.

“You two are silly.” Future!Avery mused. 

“Thanks for the box!” May waved.

“And for the plushies, too…” Skyecooed as he grabbed the dolphin. “C’mon, Miss Dolphie.” “C’mon, Sharko.” May grabbed the shark.

He paused. 

“MY TOOTH IS OUT!!!” Skye gasped as his tooth landed in his hand. “FINALLY!!!”

“Congrats!!! Looks like someone’s gonna get an extra special present from the tooth fairy, since it’s your birthday!” Past!Nateslyly showed Future!Booloo and Future!Avery a 20 dollar bill and a 75 dollar gift card to Build A Bear.

Birthday Episode

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“Awwwwwwwwwwww.” Buzz gushed.

Honey ran over, dressed as Abby Caddabby. “TADA!”

“Woah! Nice costume!”

Ginger went in, wearing a zombie-unicorn costume. “How’d I look, Glitch? Did ya like the rainbow brains Dad made?”

Glitch sighed as he walked over, dressed as a dragon. “Nice, lil sis…”

Beat.

“She changed her mind last minute.” Glitch explained. “Something about seeing some Disney Zombie movie and wanting to be one, so she pleaded with Dad 2 to become a zombie-unicorn.”

Halloween Episode

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Happily Adopted

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“Hello, every pony.” Avery walked over.

“Avery, I take it.” Helensmirked a little.

“Hi Avery.” Mavis chuckled.

“Guy, you okay?” Schmittynoticed how freaked out Guy looked before the latter fainted in the former’s arms.

“Real smooth, Avery.” Fluffy snarked. 

“That…wasn’t my magic…” Avery said. “Is my appearance too jarring?”

“No; I almost geeked out too.” Schmittysaid, having caught a passed out Guy. “Christ, you’re heavy.”

Faint in Shock

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Lindsay walked back with an envelope. “Here’re your stickers.”

“Uh…here’s your money, keep the change.”

“You look kinda familiar.” Lindsaypaused.

“You…watch the news?” 

“Not usually. My husband does, though.”

“Oh…uh, maybe you encountered a demon and her MANY detectives?”

Lindsay’s eyes lit up. “Probably. My girl did get ‘jinxed’ by a woman with a guinea pig last year.”

Booloo was this close to stimming.

“You’re Jade’s mom.”

“Yes…”

“NicemeetingyouLindsayIgottagetbacktothestudioandsurpriseNate!”

“You too?” 

Lindsay was utterly confused, but shrugged it off.

The Bus Came Back

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Funny Background Event

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Early-Bird Cameo

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“So…while we wait for this mixup to be over…uh…” Frances looked around. “Honeysuckle, eh?”

“My parents wanted to give my siblings and I flower names for middle names.” Buzz mused.

“You got off lucky.”

“Hmm? How can anything be worse than Honeysuckle?”

“Mine’s Finklewink.”

“The fuck’s a Finklewink?”

“My parents must’ve been high on baby birthing drugs- like morphine.”

“I think you mean Epidural- morphine’s an illegal substance.”

Silence.

“What?”

“Yep.”

Embarrassing Middle Name

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Exhaustion Induced Idiocy

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“That’s right!” Booloo looked at Avery, who was enjoying a Blizzard they got at a Dairy Queen before arriving in the Robodoki universe. “Tomorrow’s beach day!”

“I cannot wait!” Avery grinned. “Tomorrow, I’m gonna log in and join ya, in full beach attire! God, I am gonna look fabulous!”

“Not as fabulous as Nate.” Buzz teased. “Right, cuz?”

“I’ve got abs for days, and these bathing suit shorts show my ass better than a Speedo ever could!” He flexed his muscles.

Roxanne rolled her eyes and tried to enjoy a strawberry-syrup vanilla sundae. “Are you trying to score a date tomorrow or are you just lustful?”

“Both. Naturally.”

Avery laughed and kept eating their Blizzard. “God, Nate, you are crazy.”

“In a hot way.” Nate fixed his hair, pointing at himself. “This guy has more fanservice than Baywatch.”

“What?” Nate faltered. “Shit. I’m old.”

“Is that the beach show with the red swimsuits?” Avery wondered. “Cause…that’s all I know about Baywatch.”

Beach Episode

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“Guy! Schmitty! Where the FUCK are you two?” Roxanne panicked before seeing the two. 

She tried not to laugh, and failed miserably.

“What the FUCK are you laughing at?” Guy asked, unaware his face was covered in Sharpie.

Roxanne laughed even more “Did…did you fall asleep or something?”

“I was only resting my eyes and when Schmitty came to get me-”

Face Doodling

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“Yeah.” Raven laughed a little. “So, the good news is that the ramp is sturdy and hides half a staircase pretty well.”

“Hmm?” Henry was confused.

“The bad news, I figured I could work on the ramp while all of you were asleep. I was proven wrong.”

“Well, least Frances is okay.”

“They could survive a nuke while sleepwalking.” Emily cursed, hair in electric curlers and eyes covered in cucumbers.

“Did that wake the rest of you?” Raven gulped.

Sleepwalking

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“Wow, what a morning…” Polly laughed as she adjusted her outfit. “Well, 10am. Time t’ get t’ work. Top o’ the mornin’, mateys.”

“Shut up.” Frances murmured before going back to snoring.

“We’ve got a mission from the boss! Booloo and Roxanne are going to be upset in five minutes.” 

“And? Mmmmph…”

“And Frances, you’re on Roxanne duty! Either that or one of the ladies, if you don’t wake up.”

“No…cookies…” Frances murmured.

“...Fine. Be that way.” Polly pouted. 

Genki Girl

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Pajama-Clad Heroes

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Nate took one. “Eh. Poisoned or not, at least I’ll die hot.”

“Naturally.” Redacted grinned.

Kandi smiled. “Why thanks!”

Mavis and Helen took two cups.

Buzz was unsure, but took one. 

And finally, Bob.

“If I may, a toast.” Bob offered a toast. “To Redacted, to Robocandle, to the team!”

Wide-Eyed Idealist

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And if that billy goat don't pull

Booloo’s gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over

Booloo’s gonna buy you a dog called Rover

And if that dog called Rover don't bark

Booloo’s gonna buy you a horse and cart…”

She smiled, then paused. “Wait, I set it to green, right? How come Mecha’s napping?”

Mood Whiplash

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“Oh no.” Raven mused.

“YOU OKAY?” Polly asked.

“MORNING, EVERYONE!” Wheeler called out. “I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE MY WHEELCHAIR IS!”

“I don’t even wanna know.” Polly facepalmed.

“DETECTIVES! DO NOT PLAY WITH WHEELER’S WHEELCHAIR, I CAN HEAR YOU CRASHING INTO STUFF!”

Beat.

“Just putting that out there.” Raven sighed.

Wheelchair Antics

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“So…” Past!Nate got on his communicator. “Hey Roxie, we’re good, don’t worry. We’ll meet ya back at the studio in a while.”

“Yeah, I heard.” Past!Roxie sighed. “I’m NOT telling Guy this’ll happen. Or our Ave.”

“Yeah…” Past!Nate whispered.

“What’s this button do?” May looked at one.

“Oh, that’s how you get hospital food.” Skye explained.

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“So, what can I get you?” the ice cream man asked. “Cause…clearly…you all look like excited little kids.”

Bob grinned. “Weeeeeeeeell, what do you have?”

“Oh, one fruit pop, one small vanilla ice cream and one large brownie ice cream.” Mecha explained as Roboteddy howled.

“ICE CREAM!” Roboteddy declared.

Booloo was licking a Bugs Bunny pop. “Man. This was fun. That curse? Honestly worth it.” 

Bob nodded, now with a comically large ice cream. “What’re you two getting?”

Guy and Schmitty blinked at the size of Bob’s ice cream cone.

“5 bucks say he’s gonna get a stomachache.” Schmitty declared.

“And I’ve got plenty of Tums in case that happens.” Booloo smiled, rattling the bottle. “Yes, I AM serious about my ice cream consumption. Always come prepared.”

Early-Bird Cameo

[the-firebird69]

Massimo Electric 72V E-Spider Overview She looks pretty big i'm telling you the truth her legs are real short he wouldn't look too bad in it it's still a little small but it's kind of a motorcycle they could have made it a little longer. And it would cost anything and be easier to drive it is about 90 miles for someone in our sons waited it's about 80 miles you can't just switch the battery out but some people actually figure out how to do it and they install a different battery and they switch it out it's not really worth it for a son and it looks like it has a quick charge and they don't tell you that it is a quick charge it's a solid battery it's got an enclosure and it blows downwards it is a nice little ditty it's a decent little design the horse on George Washington's cart is one of his but it's like just a bit larger than a Shetland Pony and it was dense and charged up because it's a mutant too when you loved it running around towing them he felt great it's a little **** and he's like Kingsley when he's small kind of a lunatic tried to eat him a little bit he told him to calm down and get him some food like he's talking to our son and she had the same conversation with her horse and they tell them Don't do it are you getting in trouble and they'd stop and it said I'm hungry Mommy give me some food and they they would of course. But this is how it goes people think this is it and there's some things that might be but you can't afford it it costs as much as a regular motorcycle. So he can't afford to buy it outright and he can't find a used one and we're back to square one

Thor Freya

this is iit the vehicle and tue too small. and tons see it.  bu thte bike is worse no.  and slow...50mph and ok backroads and the 41 a bit. handle well and can go off nad on the road over curbs treu it is  a sleeper that way.  and fversillte we gab tehm change the motor and battery and it flies.  he might do that he says.  and  ours go fast  his would and there are kits for this trike.. real ones.  and it is for a5k watt and new tranny only a 225 an wow and yeh.  and new batter about 700 oh and yuk.  gettng up there why not a small ev car an to much money. way too much.  the new config it is 5pmp wiht our bud in it and goes about 150 miles and good for us and yeh is quick charge abou 20 minute for  full carge not hrd he eats and sits tons.  easy for him.  all over the pllace lol need it now no soon

tommy f

price ok too much and an ev usualy cannot buy used and cant trut the two and more here so i see it.

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These are real issues you cannot trust these guys you shouldn't leave it out in the sun or the weather and it would have to be left out there's a lot of issues and it's not too good the one that David used there's a one seater so we're thinking that someone might modify one of these to be a one seater which wouldn't make it much different and we've seen those around and they lengthen it and it goes faster and it's easier to drive it's still too small but it would be enclosed it really needs to be enclosed and once you modify it I guess it might not be worth that much and it's AEV and people don't like to buy them they're hard to sell it might be what it is.

Thor Freya

ahahah and a four month talk and ok stillhave it yeh and so on lol ahhah lol

tommy f i have one yes cant sell it lol

charges fast and such nd tons dont want him to

The insurance is mild it's really not much it's like 30 to 35 dollars a month for him to be less he's got a good driver standing. Probably 25 a month and he could go all over the place it doesn't look silly it looks kind of weird and cool.

tomyf

Olympus We would approve it but it sounds kind of odd and scary but his does meet the one horsepower reading and it's not like the Volkswagen

[tripsofindia11]

Kedarnath Yatra: A Spiritual Journey Through the Himalayas

Nestled in the majestic Garhwal Himalayas, the Kedarnath Yatra is a pilgrimage of immense spiritual significance for Hindus. The Kedarnath Temple, dedicated to Lord Shiva, is one of the twelve Jyotirlingas and forms part of the Chota Char Dham Yatra. This sacred journey is not only a quest for divine blessings but also an adventure through some of the most breathtaking landscapes on earth.

The Spiritual Significance of Kedarnath Kedarnath Temple is revered as one of the holiest shrines in Hinduism. According to legend, it was established by the Pandavas to atone for their sins after the Kurukshetra War. The temple's sanctum sanctorum houses a conical rock formation representing Lord Shiva. The temple's unique location, surrounded by snow-capped peaks and near the head of the Mandakini River, adds to its spiritual aura.

The Journey to Kedarnath Reaching Gaurikund The journey to Kedarnath begins from Haridwar or Rishikesh, where you can hire a taxi or take a bus to Gaurikund. Gaurikund is the base camp for the trek to Kedarnath and is well-connected by road.

The Trek to Kedarnath The trek from Gaurikund to Kedarnath is a challenging yet rewarding experience. Here’s a breakdown of the trek:

Starting Point: Gaurikund, located at an altitude of 1,982 meters, is where the trek begins.

First Leg: The initial 7 km stretch to Jungle Chatti is moderately steep and offers stunning views of the lush green valleys and the Mandakini River.

Second Leg: The next 4 km to Bheembali involves a steeper ascent. Bheembali provides rest stops and refreshment stalls.

Third Leg: From Bheembali, it's another 3 km to Linchauli. This part of the trek is scenic but demanding.

Final Stretch: The last 2 km from Linchauli to Kedarnath is the most challenging, with a significant altitude gain.

Alternative Modes of Travel For those unable to trek, there are alternative options such as pony rides, palanquins (palkis), and helicopter services available from Phata, Sersi, and Guptkashi.

Experiencing Kedarnath Kedarnath Temple Upon reaching Kedarnath, the sight of the temple against the backdrop of snow-capped peaks is awe-inspiring. The temple, built from large, heavy stones, stands resilient against the harsh climatic conditions. Participating in the early morning Rudra Abhishek and evening aarti are profoundly spiritual experiences.

Bhairav Temple A short trek from Kedarnath leads to the Bhairav Temple, dedicated to Bhairav Nath, the guardian deity of the Kedarnath Temple. The temple offers panoramic views of the Kedarnath Valley and the surrounding peaks.

Shankaracharya Samadhi Adi Shankaracharya's samadhi, located behind the Kedarnath Temple, is a significant spiritual site. It is believed that the 8th-century philosopher attained moksha (liberation) here after establishing the temple.

Vasuki Tal For the adventurous, a trek to Vasuki Tal, situated at an altitude of 4,150 meters, is a must. The glacial lake is surrounded by towering peaks and offers serene beauty and solitude.

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[sailormoonlover-2008]

Just wanted to share some thoughts with you guys about The Magic School Bus reboot. When I first saw it, I absolutely hated it!! Now, to understand why I hated it, first you need to understand where I'm coming from and that this is my opinion. So, before the reboot came out in 2017, I was actually met with the original TV show back in 2015. It was more amazing than I ever expected it to be. Yes, the original Magic School Bus was that big of a deal to me when I was a kid. Not only did I love the original show, but I also read the Magic School Bus books. And let me just say, you would never get me to close a Magic School Bus book until I was finished with it. Fast forward maybe 3-5 years, and I start watching The Magic School Bus reboot on Netflix. Well, let's just say, at first glance, it looked like it was gonna be great. But then, tragedy struck. While I do agree that a couple new characters be added to the show, you know, to help them get accustomed to the premise of Walkerville Elementary School, what I really didn't like was how, in order to do so, Netflix made it seem like it would work if they snipped away one of the original characters. Guess who they snipped away. I'll give you 3 seconds. If you guessed Phoebe, yep, you're correct. I thought that was a very stupid move on Netflix's part. Which, EXCUSE ME NETFLIX, but the fact you added new characters, which, again is awesome, but then snipped away one of the original main characters, honestly gives me every right to be ticked off. Yeah. I know Phoebe wouldn't shut up about her old school, but I believe that's what made her unique. We got to learn a lot of about what happened at Phoebe's old school when she brings it up. That's one of the main reasons I loved her character. The other reason is because she's a lot like Fluttershy from My Little Pony. But, without the shy part. She LOVES animals and is very gentle with them. Just like Fluttershy. So, there. Plus, she's been on that ride since the beginning when the author of The Magic School Bus books, Joanna Cole, began publishing them in the middle of the 1980s. Presumably, around 1984-1985. Then, PBS made their own adaptation of the books that ran from 1994-1997 on all their PBS stations. After that, we got some Magic School Bus chapter books that would be published in 2000. The DVDs for the show became available in Autumn of 2005. And they were distributed by, holy Freddy Fazbear, Warner Bros. Heck, yeah!! Now we just need a Magic School Bus and Scooby Doo crossover. Heh heh. I'm kidding!! But, for real though!! Anywho. Brushing that idea aside. So, all in all, the original Magic School Bus was amazing!! You can't change my mind. So, then, 12 years later, we got the reboot to The Magic School Bus. The Magic School Bus Rides Again. And, it's less than stellar. I actually like the character designs. But, I wished they kept some important things like the kids ethnic features, and they still could've kept Phoebe. But, nope!! Netflix really had to go to Phoebe and fire her from the only show she's ever probably even called home. I will never ever forgive Netflix for ruining a good show. So, in conclusion, I WOULD RATHER WATCH THE ORIGINAL MAGIC SCHOOL BUS THAN WATCH THAT FAILURE OF A REBOOT!! GOOD NIGHT!!!

[transienturl]

dream: I had a day free and went to go see a museum at a college in seattle about a girl (can't remember which country she was from but she had brown skin) who had some sort of birth defect and trained to become stronger by being surgically connected to (and later healthily disconnected from) a pony with a different birth defect and eventually became a historically successful olympian and went to space once. (there was a big statue dedicated to her but it was weirdly college sports themed—I think she eventually became a superstar baseball pitcher—but the guy who was supposed to give an informational presentation about it had so many technical problems that the entire time was spent trying to get his slides to work.)

then I went walking in the wrong direction when I left and ended up an hour's bus ride from home in a suburb full of chinese people at like 9:45pm. I decided to take the bus home anyway since I may as well save the rideshare fare and I wasn't in a rush. google maps on my phone said that basically any of like six numbered buses that stopped on the street I was on would get me home (in pretty much the same amount of time, presumably, since it kept changing its recommendation), even the ones going down the street in the opposite direction. but none of them would stop, neither for me nor for a cute middle school aged girl who said that now she wasn't going to be able to make it to either one of two schools (for some reason), and then not for a similarly aged boy who said he was going on a school trip, and then eventually there was a big group of like 10 chinese kids and me and I was trying to figure out how I could help them get where they needed to go since they all seemed really nice.

[lambourngb]

a skeleton of something more [malex wip]

Inspired by the promo/trailer for season 3. Spoilers and speculation ahead. 

A tumblr work-in-progress

Pairing: Michael/Alex, Alex/Forrest

Summary: Alex goes undercover to seek out Deep Sky. Starts mid-2x13.

Alex leaned his back against the solid wood of his front door, letting the heavy oak take up his weight. He kept making the standard uneven bargain with his body, of giving just a little more, going through the motions for a little longer, and then it would be over. But the tally sheet his body held was long, overflowing with so many unfulfilled promises that it seemed ever more likely he would end this journey in the red. 

If it ever ended.

At least, tonight, he had haggled wisely for some space to breathe. On the other side of the door, he had managed to escape Forrest’s hopeful and not subtle attempts to follow him inside, toward the bedroom for a long-awaited reunion. A reunion that Alex had deftly avoided without a trace of guilt. He had used the bland excuse of fatigue from a long, cramped ride from Holloman Air Force Base to Roswell on a bus that had predated the ADA by a good thirty years. It was transparent but still true, written on every line of pain in his smile as he had said “Not tonight.” that even Forrest could read it, even if only Alex knew the real source of his fatigue. 

He waited several long moments, before turning to look out the peephole to watch Forrest’s Prius silently reverse out of his driveway. Exhaling out long and low, the tension he had started carrying a little more than a year ago slipped away, letting the calm certainty of safety of his house slip down his body as he released the facade. 

Alex was almost done with this assignment, he reminded himself, as he rubbed the back of his hand against his mouth, scrubbing away the taste of Forrest Long from earlier. 

Just a little while longer, and he will have enough good will built up to finally meet the leader of Deep Sky face-to-face, after all who could resist the request of a senior member, especially one with the last name of Long? It had been a lucky find that Alex had made in cleaning out his father’s house after his death, a ring and an old photo of the members. In washed out Kodak colors was the cabal of Deep Sky. Former military men with names Alex had memorized off the salvaged hard drives from the Caulfield prison. Linked not by overlapping time on the alien project, but what had become of their careers after their military service had ended. All of them vowing to carry on the protection of Earth against an alien threat, but without the oversight of the government. 

The photo in his dad’s desk had been expected, but the silver ring? He had remembered clutching it, his hands still sore from tearing down the shed with Michael, and feeling the imprint of the symbol press deep into his skin. Searing across what Mimi had called his long-love line, singular and deep on his palm. Searing even deeper inside with the recognition that the symbol matched the ring Forrest Long wore.

The genial historian with the loose-fitting cardigan and blue-streaked hair, who had shown flattering interest in Alex, had worn the same ring. Easy on his hand, flashing in the bright sunlight when he had eagerly met up with Alex at the paintball fields with sharpshooter skills. After that date had crashed and burned thanks to a mishmash of his father’s voice and the feeling he had whenever he thought about kissing someone, not Michael, well, Alex had figured that would be the last he would see of the man. 

It hadn’t been. 

Suddenly, Forrest was everywhere he was, the Crashdown, the Wild Pony. It should have been suspicious to Alex, after months of sharing the same town with the other man without a single encounter. His heart was still bounding uselessly after Michael, while his hands had been full of his suddenly feeble father, and he had missed the snare of the trap. Not just the one his father had laid. Then after his kidnapping, two things had become clear to Alex, his father would never change from the hateful man he was, and Alex’s heart would never change when it came to his feelings for Michael.

Alex pushed his leaden body away from the door, tottering on his feet for a moment before the new prosthesis shored up his balance and he took a deep breath for the strength to move forward.

Fuck. That was a mistake. 

His house smelled like rain. Michael. The unexpected consequence of having Michael watch over his house while he had moved around the country, playing up the role of the grieving scion of the Manes family legacy. After a year of brief trips back to Roswell and long stints on the road, the house now smelled like Michael. 

Alex sucked in greedy gulps of air, chasing the taste of green and petrichor with his tongue to wash away his previous actions at the bus stop. His security system, his reinforced door and window locks, the weight of his gun still tucked in his back holster, none of it made him feel as safe as the smell of Michael in his home. It was the smallest crumb of promise, but it filled him.

Moving toward the kitchen for a drink, he clocked the changes Michael had made in his absence. His heavier luggage, shipped ahead of him, was already stored, including the set of crutches and the charging station for his back-up prosthesis. The lights in the kitchen came on with a single touch, all of them bright. Dammit, Michael had fixed the two burnt out bulbs, along with the slightly weeping fitting on the sink faucet.

There was zero sign of neglect in his house, no matter where he looked. Not even the faintest trace of dust on his guitars. The house looked warm and well tended. Loved. 

The rush of tears welled in his throat, an impossibly large lump, as Alex fought to keep from breaking down. Don’t fucking cry, don’t do it, that’s for at night, he swore creatively at himself. Tears were only allowed under the cover of dark, in hotel rooms or visiting officer quarters, not in the middle of his brightly lit kitchen.

A knock sounded on the front door.

Abruptly, every drop of tortured longing was gone, as Alex straightened his shoulders and crossed the threshold back to the door. He pasted the right amount of faked aspiration mixed with real annoyance on his face as he yanked the door open, expecting to see Forrest back on his step with a weak excuse concocted to overcome the earlier rebuff.

Michael looked up in the porch light, his black hat in hand and his curls wild with nervous raking. “Uh, hi.” He scuffed his boots against the concrete before growing still under Alex’s gaze.

He looked over Michael’s shoulder nervously, for the distinctive truck that everyone in town knew belonged to Michael, but his driveway was empty.

“I parked a few streets over. I don’t think anyone saw me-” Michael’s explanation was cut off short as Alex grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside. Stumbling from Alex’s strong grip, Michael fell forward, and then back as the front door slammed shut with them both safely inside out of view. His mouth was still open in surprise as Alex covered his lips in a kiss. 

The surprise was short-lived. Michael came alive under the kiss, opening and yielding to Alex’s hungry lips and tongue. Alex brought his hands up into Michael’s curls, cupping his head protectively as he pressed Michael firmly against the door, drinking in every sound Michael was making. 

Hours before, he had kissed Forrest at the bus station, playing up the role of a dutiful boyfriend returning home. It was the tariff he paid with his body to get closer to the roots of Deep Sky, but this, feeling Michael whole and safe under his hands, tasting him now, that was sustenance. Lifeblood. There was an evolution of difference between the two, like comparing simple bacteria wiggling toward complexity and the finished product of a man, standing upright. 

It was both a reminder of why he was doing this and a reinstatement of focus, as he slowly broke the kiss with reluctance. Michael chased at his lips, his mouth red and wet, his eyes dark with want. He could feel the heat coming off of Michael’s thin brown shirt, his hands itched to pull it off, to descend back into the physical, but Alex knew that he owed Michael an explanation for earlier.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t know he was going to be there to meet my bus. I thought it would be okay for you to give me a ride,” Alex explained quietly, as he ran his hands from Michael’s neck down to his fingertips, drinking in all the changes that had happened while he was gone. Michael looked thinner to him, as if he wasn’t eating enough despite the healthy amount of work and money. “I guess he wanted to surprise me and thought it would be romantic.” 

Michael made a face at the idea of surprises ever being considered romantic, especially to Alex. He turned sweetly toward Alex’s palm, kissing the center as Alex pushed a stubborn curl out of his eyes. “Are you sure that’s all it was? He wasn’t testing you, was he?” 

“I don’t think so.” Alex couldn’t pull his hands away from Michael, and leaned in to kiss him again. It started soft and shallow, trading breaths with Michael, lips against lips, licking deep into his mouth as his previous weariness disappeared now that Michael was here. “He saw you watching us. Now that I’m back, he’s worried about losing my attention to you. He hasn’t hidden his jealousy that I asked you to watch my house last year.” 

“Did I look sufficiently broken-hearted?” The question was light, but Alex could hear the grain of truth under it.

“You did.” Alex closed his eyes, the guilt of the situation flooded back inside. The statue of his father looking down on him didn’t make him feel nearly as sick as having Michael’s eyes on him as he let Forrest kiss him in front of the town in a cinematic homecoming moment. It was a cruel reminder to Alex that he had never been able to give Michael that, a public welcome that spelled out who they were to each other, not once in ten plus years of deployments and duty station assignments. Trading a glance across the Wild Pony was as close as they came. “I wish it wasn’t like this, sneaking around, pretending-”

“Hey, I agreed to this, right at the very beginning when I was your only back-up. Remember?” 

“We were just friends back then, you couldn’t have known that things would end up like this.”

Michael laughed, his head tilted back against the door, casting an attractive line of his throat to his collarbone. “We’ve never been just friends, Alex, but I knew what I was signing up for when you told me what you planned to do to smoke out Deep Sky. We’re in this together.”

*** to be continued... here

[greeksorceress]

Hello! I’m glad that you get to have 3 day weekend! It sounds great and I hope you enjoy it! Stemming off our last interaction, I would love to hear more about the headcanon about Ponyboy and Johnny loving to thrift and buy vintage clothes and objects. I would love to also see some 80s and 90s Outsiders headcanons (if you don’t mind). Have a great long weekend!

oh gosh! I love this! I just made myself a mug of my favorite vanilla black tea, lighted my forest pine and winter woods candle and got my writing playlist on to reply to this because the Pony and Johnny thrifting vintage items hc is one of my favorite things ever! so I really had to get in the mood and savor it!

I think both Pony and Johnny would be kind of nostalgic, even about times they haven't even lived through. I think the both of them would be dreamers, specially Pony, and they would constantly envision themselves in other eras. I think Pony would love to make up these stories about them being pirates and stealing from the crown, or being famous rockstars in the 70s, or being treasure hunters in faraway lands.

I think Johnny would indulge Pony a lot with this, because he loves how creative Pony can be and these stories are great ways of escaping reality and bad home situations. I think they would create a bond through this, and they would constantly world-build an utopia for them in which they can be whoever they want, living both in the present and in the past.

This leads to hunting vintage clothes and items, eventually. I really think Pony would be very much into history, and he would love to study about society and how it has changed through the different decades of modern times. I think Johnny, on the other hand, would be more interested in the stories behind these items. Who did they belong to before reaching his hands? Did the person wearing that jacket live happily? Were they a famous singer? A writer? Was this gifted to someone by a loved one? Johnny is very sentimental, and appreciates the smallest of gestures the group gives him, so he would be very interested in knowing about the sentiments behind these items.

And this items provide great resources for them, for the story they're creating about themselves.

What powers them to thrift-shopping vintage items might be different, but it's a very special bonding experience for them. And I think it would go a little like this:

Their little hobby starts on a random day in a very unprompted way. It's Friday and they have just finished school for the week. They have the rest of the day for themselves, and they both feel like they want to do something different for once. So, they get on a random bus and ride it aimlessly, until they approach a part of the city they hadn't seen before. It's not quite antique, but it seems to have gotten stuck in time. It seems very alternative, and there are loads of young people (whom they assume must be college students) roaming the streets. There are vinyl stores, antique rarities stores, fabric stores... And vintage stores, specially second-hand vintage clothing stores. They visit as many shops as possible, purchase a couple of items each and go back home after deciding they're going to make this visit a regular thing for them. It becomes their ritual, and once a month they disappear together and get lost in time running those streets.

They're good at thrifting, the both of them. Maybe it's because they've been raised in rather humble homes, or maybe it's because they just have the perfect instincts, but they seem to always know when they have a bargain right in front of their noses.

Pony likes to investigate about the items they browse through, be it clothes or tools or objects. He's always using his phone when they see something they like, checking for the year it was made and how much it costed and can cost nowadays.

They always pick outfits for the other and make it a competition, to see who can build the best outfit. They try everything they can and take pictures of themselves together having fun and laughing and wearing the most hideous things they can find.

Pony's favorite items to thrift are tools and objects he can use for decoration or writing. He has collected many things thanks to their monthly visits, from a 1965 ballpoint pen to many leather-bounded notebooks that had miraculously survived through the years.

However, Pony's favorite vintage item so far has been a baby blue Vintage 1970s Olivetti Lettera 22 typewriter. He almost cried when they found it one rainy June afternoon and instantly fell in love with it. He didn't have the money to buy it in that moment, so he made sure to start saving up as fast as possible to get it.

It wasn't needed at the end, because Johnny saw how much Pony loved that little machine and talked to the rest of the group. They all pitched money (Darry and Soda paid some extra) and got it for Pony's birthday a month later. Johnny will never forget how Pony's eyes shone when he unwrapped the present and saw the baby blue under the paper.

Johnny prefers thrifting clothes. He loves vintage clothes, and is attracted to leather jackets. He has never owned one before, but has always seen pictures of boys with their greased hair and bikes from the 50s-60s and has always found it so cool. Those boys usually had some kind of leather jacket on them, so Johnny is very happy to find one black, unbranded leather jacket from 1955 with big pockets and a price good enough to make him get it on the spot. The jacket is two sizes too big but he didn't care. He still got it and wears it on special occasions.

Other items Johnny loves thrifting are overall and sweaters, but he has to be careful with some of them because he's kind of allergic to one kind of wool and he tends to get a rash if he wears them. the first time he got the rash Pony got a heart attack and became very paranoid, thinking that it was maybe a bug in the fabric or something (even though they made sure to clean/wash all the items before using them).

Johnny's favorite sweater has a sunset embroiled on it. It's purple and it has the scenery sewed on a breast pocket on the left part of it. Pony hasn't said it with words but it's also his favorite, and when Johnny wears it, he tends to touch the embroilment when he's thinking or mushing.

Johnny has no qualms letting other people wear or use the things he has found during their scavenging adventures, specially if it's Pony. Ponyboy, on the other hand, doesn't like to share his with other people if they're not Soda or Johnny. It's not because he's greedy or selfish, it's because those items mean so much to him that he doesn't trust a lot of people with them.

They've purchased many matching items. From mugs, to caps, to sweaters, to backpacks, to nightstand clocks, to rings, to denims, etc. They always find something to match.

One day they got a great deal for a vintage coffee machine and they brought it home. Darrel and Soda were very confused because none of them knew how to make coffee with that and steam the milk properly, but Pony found the instructions on the internet and taught the Curtis and Johnny how to use it.

They don't let Two-Bit near that machine for obvious reasons.

They've found a great deal of decent jewelry and accessories.

Of course, it's not a thrifting trip if Ponyboy doesn't come back home with at least three second-hand books. The owner of one of the stores is so fond of them that he gave Ponyboy a box full of books for 3 dollars. Some of them were really old editions, which made Pony feel like he was scamming the owner, but when he insisted on paying more, the owner said no.

Darry had to remind Ponyboy that their house was only so big when he saw him with that big box that had to be carried by both Johnny and Pony.

They have found things for the rest of the boys too. From car pieces for Steve, to upholstered furniture for Darry, to some really vintage Mickey Mouse t-shirts for Two-Bit, etc.

Johnny and Pony make it an habit to find presents for the rest of the boys on their birthdays. The most successful present so far has been an original Pink Floyd's The Wall vinyl that they gifted Dallas for his 20th birthday. If Dallas almost cried when he saw it, no he didn't. You're wrong.

Johnny starts collecting pots and sneaks some plants into his room to fill them up.

They have bought some paintings to decorate the Curtis home. What they have also done is purchasing pictures of unknown people and make a game out of it. They try to get the pictures amongst the many pictures there are of the Curtis here and there, and see when Soda and Darry will notice it. When Soda notices one black and white picture of an old farmer one random morning during breakfast, Pony manages to convince him that it's a picture of their great-grandfather Marvin. Nobody in their family has ever been named Marvin.

Three days after that, Darry sees Soda showing the picture of great-grandfather Marvin to Steve and decides he has had enough.

Because this was so long, I will do the 80-90s headcanons in another post! <3 Thank you so much for your lovely ask! and thank you so much, I'm so happy I did get those three days off! <333 I'm always here to talk about hc! <333