#i can help clean you bertie

[for-valour]

Who remembers Charles III’s recent fountain pen tantrums? Well, our darling George VI has dealt with dodgy dip pens since 1937 :) And I absolutely adore how thoroughly he tries to clean his inky fingers. gif made by @for-valour

[astralbulldragon13]

Where Were You She Needed You

A scream rung through the air, along with the shriek or a horse. Farmer Woodrow Bailer ran from the corn field to see a chestnut stallion bucking wildly in wheat field. He knew that damned horse, it belonged to the next farm over. The damned thing had been breaking into their property. His thoughts about having words with his neighbor where, however, interrupted when he saw a small, crumpled figure on the ground while some of the hands were running around, trying to rope the wild horse and get him away from…

“Amber!” Woodrow dropped his sickle and ran to his daughter. The stud was bucking and kicking, too close to his child. He ran and scooped up his daughter into his arms and got out of the way of the horse.

“Amber, Amber?” His dirty, gloved hand cupped her cheek, and tilted her face to him, to see her face bleeding. “Divines above…”

"Pa...Papa?"

The voice, that whimper, Bailer's heart clenched as he held her close. “It’s alright, Amber-Lily. It’s going to be alright.”

He charged to the house, practically breaking down the door. “Heidi!”

The housekeeper, a neighbor’s sixteen year old daughter, veered around the corner, her eyes widening in shock! “Amber! Mr. Woodrow, what happened?!”

“Neighbor’s horse kicked her in the head,” he growled. “Go to the barn, saddle up Arrow and get the healer from town.”

Heidi ran out the door, leaving Woodrow alone as he pressed clean clothes against his daughter’s face as some of the farm hands came in to help him take care of her, cleaning the wound and bandaging it. Some started making some food, others tried to make Amber feel better, so she wouldn’t focus on the pain.

He felt… less frightened as he made sure the horse was tied to a post in the barn. Woodrow swore to himself, that he would beat this neighbor to a pulp for letting his stud get loose. And another thought crossed his mind… where was his wife? Amber had asked for her Mama as she fought back tears, and it felt like someone clenched a fist around his heart to hear his little girl ask for a woman who was never home.

It took an hour for Heidi to return with the healer, and thankfully Amber didn’t have to lose her eye. However, she would be partially blind in that eye, and he had to stitch the cuts on her face to heal. Heidi wept as she cradled Amber in her arms, stroking her tangled black hair, hair like his own.

“Amber, what were you doing by that stud?” Bertie, one of the hands asked. “You’re usually in the woods this time of day, why were you in the field?”

The ten-year-old sniffled as she played with her hands. “I… I saw him in the field when I was gonna go out looking for mushrooms.”

“Why didn’t you get one of us?” Arch, a seasonal work questioned softly as he sliced a loaf of bread to pair with the stew they made

Amber looked at her knees. “I… I wanted to get it myself. I’d caught Arrow before by myself, so I thought… I thought I could take him back to the neighbor’s house. I… I wanted to prove I could help.”

Woodrow felt a burn in the back of his throat. As he placed a hand on top of her head, gently rubbing her hair. “Amber, you don’t have to prove you can help us, you already do. If something like this happens again, come get us. Please?”

He made sure Amber was fed, and Heidi made sure she was bathed, and dressed in a comfortable night shirt. They brought her sleeping pallet out to the living room, making a little nest for her so she was comfortable. Later in the afternoon, while the healer prepared medicine, he and the hands took the horse back to the neighbor, blood in their eyes as they told him what happened to Little Amber, a girl all the boys were fond of, and that there would be more words in the morning.

The sun was nearly set, when Collie returned to the house. Heidi was asleep on the daybed instead of returning home to her family, a quarter mile down the road, and the hands returned to the bunkhouse. Woodrow was sitting on a chair, watching his daughter breathe, his fingers twitching as he whittled a piece of wood. He didn’t even lift his head as his wife entered the house.

“Amber got hurt,” he stated simply, his deep voice booming through the room, but not waking the sleeping girls.

“And you’re surprised by that?” Collie scoffed. “The wild little beast comes home with scrapes and scratches all the time, how is this any different?”

Woodrow’s fingers tightened around the handle of the blade, and he looked up at her, his hazel eyes blazing in the light of the fire. “It wasn’t just a scratch, or scrape this time, Collie. The neighbor’s stud got in the wheat field, and our daughter wanted to try and catch him herself so she could be helpful, and the damned thing kicked her in the face.”

Collie had the decency to look frightened at this news, glancing at the sleeping bundle in her nest by the fireplace.

“The healer said she was lucky, cracked some of the bones in her face, and she’s partially blinded in her left eye. And as Heidi was getting help, and the boys and I were trying to stop the bleeding, what was she doing? Asking for her Ma. She wanted her Mama, wanted her Mama to hold her and keep her safe. So, this will be the last time I will ever ask you this question in our life, Collie. Where were you when she needed you?”

[samkat10423]

Sofia Carlton

A long, long time ago - back when the Sims Daily was up and running - we had a challenge to take a sim and help them achieve their LTW. And while you did it, you were supposed to world-hop. The first sim I did this with was River Irish. She was done with her mother and her free-loading friend and obnoxious brat, and just wanted to get the hell out of Sunset Valley. Her mother got her a job interview where she worked, but River blew that off and visited the local criminal warehouse in town. Luckily for her, her new associates needed a sap to take some contraband to Barnacle Bay. And River was all in. She eventually did achieve her LTW, and in the process, visited 3 other worlds. It was way easier than I expected, so when I finished with her, I moved on to another sim. Bebe Hart. (She slept her way to the top of the journalism career).

The third sim I chose to play, was that Paris Hilton wannabee in Twinbrook. She was actually a fun little sim to play. Which is why I decided to give her another go.

In the samkat universe, she was away at Uni when she got word that her parents had died mysteriously in a ski accident while visiting their accountant in Hidden Springs. She of course went back home, only to discover that the family home was being sold for unpaid back taxes. When she tried to call good, old "Uncle Bertie," she got the message, "the number you tried to reach is no longer in service." And when she went to the local bank, she discovered that her trust fund had been looted. With no simoleons or house, she turned to her 'friends' - who suddenly didn't answer the door when she knocked or return her calls.

Luckily for her, Agnes Crumplebottom called and told her that a long, lost relative had left her a "mansion" in Sunset Valley! All she had to do was come to town, sign some papers, and it was hers!

She also inherited a car - of sorts.

Not only that, but the house came with a freeloading stray cat named Jinx.

Even though she has a Uni degree - thanks to Nraas, I gave her one in Fine Arts - she really doesn't have any marketable skills. So, no one wants to hire her. I got rid of some of her EA traits - the snob one that I hate, because all they do is stand in front of the mirror all day and the schmoozer one too, since why would she have had to mooch off others when her family was super rich? - and traded them for some others. I gave her the "shy and proper" ones. The proper one, because she came from 'old money,' and I figured her Southern parents taught her manners. The 'shy' one because she was an only child of older parents. I also gave her the bookworm one, since it helps when you're a writer. Then I got rid of the "lucky" one, since she lost everything, and gave her that "hopeless romantic" one instead.

Luckily for her, the local library has free computers that she can use to write her tell-all books about her no-good, backstabbing ex-friends. Karma's a bitch!

Anyway, I enrolled her as a writer and plan on having her write to pay the bills. She just finished her first book and it's doing pretty good. She won't be able to buy a computer for home use unti she has 5 writing skill points.

As for the house, once she gets 3 gardening skill points, she can start cleaning up the yard. And she'll then be able to clear out the vegetation inside. She'll need 3 handiness points before she can start roof repairs and replacing windows. Plus, she'll need painting skill points. Plus to pay for stuff - such as new windows - she'll be able to sell the old stuff, but will still need enough simoleons to make up the difference for the new, replacement items.

After I moved her in, I stole all of her money. Then I went through all the bookcases and sold duplicate copies of books. I also sold all of the paintings and most of the furniture so that she could buy some things for her cat. I let her keep the bed in the master bedroom, the 2 chairs in the library, and the smaller sofa, a chair and coffee table in the living room. I also took all the food out of the frig and had her visit the local greenhouse - that store venue - to pick some free veggies. I figured any food that had been in the frig would have spoiled ages ago. Plus, by making her forage for food, she learned the gardening skill.

I was actually kind of impressed with this little sim. She started picking up all the trash and clothes that had been strewn throughout the house without any prompting from me. Then she went outside and started picking up trash in the yard. I did help her get rid of the cobwebs in the rooms that she cleaned up - since they are deco items and sims can't remove them. But Ieft the ones in the rooms she hadn't cleaned.

Anyway, I'll see how this goes.

[cinamun]

Just seen the vote, and I can agree wholeheartedly with what came in second place. Tbh, I don't think either woman committed murder and like Jayce said.. he was sick.

Bertie is extremely petty and from flashbacks seems she was very much in love with Jackson so am I suppose to believe she kept quiet this entire time with the belief that Mercy killed the man she wanted and her daughters father? Nah.. not Bertie. We've seen her levels of disrespect, petty and selfishness. She'd never be quiet for this long.

I know I know.. I'd like to think she kept quiet for Jayce too, BUUUUUT, I can't say if she ever cared about his well being seeing as she had no issue with helping to possibly break a marriage.

Knowing how this story has rocked my chest a few times.. idk what's coming but I know I'll probably gasp until I can't breathe.

*round of applause friend*

*throws roses*

I think this is all very, VERY possible. I think Bertie really pretended to care about Jayce. Especially if he was calling her auntie. So everything is just bad all around. The thing too is, she's been out of their lives for so long that Bertie definitely wasn't on the invite list for his wedding or anything like that, but he knew she'd recognize him when he showed up at her door with his newly discovered baby sister and his newly discovered baby niece. Thank you for the applause and the flowers friend I'm just trying clean up because shit done got MESSY

[rudnitskaia]

Hi, Heldig!

Can you please tell me what's popular at Mau's and her father's cafe? What's on the menu at their place? There's a cute chubby accountant there who really likes donuts :)

*blinks in puzzlement, being suddenly summoned to tumblr with a loud POOF* Huh? Someone rolled a natural 20?

Oh, hi, pumpkin! Tysm for the question (OMG you made a LackaOC??? Can’t wait to see them! ✨)

I don't want to make you sad, but Maura’s and Augusto’s eatery is small and their menu doesn’t have a huge range of positions. I can almost bet there were no donuts on the menu when they’ve just opened the eatery.

All due to the fact that there are only two workers: Augusto as the cook, and Mau as the waitress. All the other responsibilities, as cleaning, dishwashing, accounting and so forth, they share equally.

The menu, actually, is not a constant. The only thing that is always there is coffee and some basic chocolate bars that they just buy. Everything else varies depending on the seasonal supplies and Augusto’s mood & enthusiasm for the day. There can be some variations of fruitcakes, pies, sandwiches, pizza and salads, pasta of the week (they make it themselves) and soup of the day, ice cream (also handmade). Not all at once, just mainly you can see something like that on the menu for the day. The most popular thing is definitely their pasta in all its variations. Augusto is just too good at making it, so it is almost a crime not to order it.

And speaking of menus and crimes; God forbid a visitor asks Mau to cook them “something special”. She cooks well, but… it is always equal to picking a jelly bean from the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans box. There’s always a chance to get something like infamous sugary pizza or salty coffee with basil. She likes… ugh… strange experiments sometimes. So even I can’t tell you what’ll be on the menu at the days when Augusto is under the weather or has some other business outside the eatery and Mau gets responsible for cookery.

Though after a while Mau can persuade her father to add donuts (and pancakes) to the menu or start to make them herself for some “special guests”. Especially if “the cute accountant” can help her to keep the books in order. She usually does the accounts herself, but hates it as such, so she would try her best to arrange that accounting-for-donuts barter. 😁

[cobalt-knave]

Mechanisms Fanfic Recs Part 2!

I was delighted to see people actually using my last rec list, and I have read a Lot of mechs fic since then, so let’s go. 

No particular theme, but we’ve got several Gunpowder Tim & Drumbot Brian fics here among others!

Five Times the Mechanisms took care of Gunpowder Tim, and One Time he protected them by TheHoardingPuffin                

One part character study to two parts found family. Featuring: moon war feels, hurt/comfort, and very protective mechanisms.

Indistinguishable From Magic by Garecc, Gunpowderdtim (Garecc)                

An incredibly interesting and well-written fic focusing on Brian of Brian’s past, eldrich powers, prophecy, and an old friendship between a now-metal man and a certain doctor.

One left behind by NammiKisulora

Have you ever wondered what the diary of Marius Von Raum looks like? Have you ever imagined him writing in it while lying in bed, kicking his legs in the air?

Have you ever wanted Brian’s-in-the-sun angst?

Well, boy of boy have you come to the right place! All that and more in this fic!

On Account Of The Jonny Doll by NammiKisulora  

If you’re a whump fan who likes the Mechanisms, you’ve probably wondered how exactly do you hurt an immortal being who seems to like pain a little more than is traditional? The answer of course lies in being rather... creative.

In this horrifying tale, we learn what happens when Jonny d’Ville is executed by skinning.

It also features an excellently-characterized Marius as the pov character!

The Edges of What We Might Be by HicSuntDracones  

In another world, another life, perhaps the Lucky Sevens’ rising star hired a tailor. Perhaps that rising star was one Ashes O’Reilly and that ttailor named Jonny.

A Pocket Full of Posies by Claribelle

IT’S A CROSSOVER WITH WOODEN OVERCOATS AND ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DELIGHTFUL GO READ IT

It is well with my soul by yallbitter

Hasn’t Brian earned a little revenge?

Vital Maintenance by Triss_Hawkeye

Gunpowder Tim is cleaning his guns when Brian needs the titular “vital maintenance”. But that doesn’t cover the SHEER amount of EMOTIONS that this fic will make you feel. It’s beautiful and well-thought-out, and GO READ IT. 

o, pallas athena! by pidgewings (violentlypan)                 

Emotions! Come get your emotions here!

Gunpowder was never Tim's first name. It was never even his nickname. Gunpowder was Bertie's nickname. 

I Have Broken More and More by fromthedesert                

Brian needs repairs. Tim is there to help him.

it has only just begun by LadyDragonKiller 

Raphaella backstory! Once, she was known as Icarus.

The Walls Begin To Tear by Stargazer_lilies                 

An absolutely excellent opening fic in a series that saves -- if you can call being marked by an eldrich god “saving” -- Lyfrassir Edda. They encounter eventually, a floating piece of space junk... Nastya Rasputina is back.

Nastya and Lyfrassir are wonderful together, a great [platonic] relationship. I love them so much.

This series goes on to cross over with The Magnus Archives, if that is your thing as well.

The Mechanized Archives ch. 5 “The Shadow Of the Moon” by CloudDreamer

It is so easy to forget just how horrifying the Mechanisms and their actions truly are. This chapter is an external POV of someone who’s life ended when the moon was gone and had to live with that consequence. 

This chapter influenced how I think and talk and analyze the Mechanisms. It’s very good and very dark.

The Magnus Archives statement format.

[doctorguilty]

Ugh

My grandma unloaded the whole dishwasher while coughing open mouth nonstop like she sounds sick, I pray it's just like allergies though, but it's not like this is a one off thing either both of my grandparents are like this like they don't cover their mouths for any reason ever, also yesterday my grandma was making some meal with raw chicken and it was like Texas chainsaw massacre on the counter and in the sink there was raw chicken pieces and juice everywhere including the "clean" dishes, my sister tried to clean everything the best she could, but it's just so stressful like I try really hard to keep my things separate, I like to think if they go through the dishwasher they're sanitary but that's not always guaranteed because, gestures to the above words, sometimes behind my back my grandpa will not put my cutlery (blatantly mine, is bright colored plastic for children) in the dishwasher at all and just rinse it and put it back and i don't even know why like forks don't take up so much space in the dishwasher, he does it with the regular silverware too sometimes which is gross but I keep begging him to stop "hand washing" anything of mine PLEASE just put it in the dishwasher, if I can't trust anything I use paper plates and plastic cutlery and solo cups, but it's exhausting, to keep up, and keep buying those things, and even then there's no guarantee I'm safe cause again like what can you even do when cough/sneeze shrapnel is all over the counters and fridge and everything, and it's still crazy to me that when I had strep everyone was suddenly more careful than ever to not get sick from me, when I'm the one most vulnerable, it feels like just days after I was done with the antibiotics I feel congested and shitty again like that's really just my default state, while I was taking them I felt pretty great, which I'm gonna mention to my doctor I think like uhhh that seems kinda weird to me

Anyway I just wish I could move cause like i barely get to leave the house yet I'm still not even getting the At Least I'm less exposed to pathogens, it's the opposite of having your cake and eating it too, but! I can't afford it and I'm not mentally willing to do any roommates anymore my ptsd from a million things is too strong and it doesn't help that when I visited my partner their sister triggered all of that and CONTINUES to be insane like lying to her family making up stories about things I allegedly did while my partner was at work like I'm so scary and the adults just believe it and I'm like,,, I was asleep, but that's very reminiscent of insane shit in the past like one of the people I lived it in real time messaging a mutual (their now ex) friend that I was yelling and throwing a fit and being crazy when I was actually in the living room with my headphones on watching tuca and bertie,, I just want to live alone or with my partner (and we're working on that but it's rough between their lease stuff and immigration things) but if I could just afford to live alone in a shitty apartment I'd be fine but these days even the cockroach and bedbug infested studios are like $900+ /mo no utilities included no washer dryer MUST make >2.5x rent to be approved

[rainbowspinch]

Things my partner and I have said about CTC characters, an ongoing draft

“Bill Danton is baby girl”

“Norman would love Disney Princesses”

“Jacob probably does many forms of art that most wouldn’t associate with him. Like he could design a house really well but people would go ‘that’s not a Jacob thing’”

“Jacob does sculpting. His housewarming gift to Norman when he moved next door was a middle finger statue.”

“When Norman went into his new house for the first time, he found all the statues Jacob had been storing in there of himself.”

“Tom’s got a touch of the ‘tism. Another one for the pit.”

“They’ve all got autism. In our world, autism is the default and you have to prove you’re allistic.”

“I like that he is a little fucked up.” (About the Ink Demon)

“Jane has slight shaken baby(adult?) syndrome. Bill shakes her with passion”

“It’s the discord kitten in him.” (About Bill Danton)

“I LOVE HOW MAN HE IS” (about someone else’s interpretation of Sammy)

“Certified boy holder” (about someone else’s interpretation of Sammy)

“The babies. He is So Ugly<3” (about the Tom plush)

“Allison would be a crystal girl in modern days. Susie would be one of the ones with a super complex skin-care routine”

“Do you think big Bendy accepts Sammy’s weird behaviour because he gives good tummy scratches”

“Susie would hate mullets. A lot of them would. Not Jacob.”

“Norman would fucking love the song Piano Man. He would sing that shit with heart.”

“Do you think Abby helped Richie through dealing with Dave’s death?”

“Sammy+Susie: the mean girls

Jack: the cat kid”

“Norman finally exercising his ice cream rights” (about a video of a man on a game show eating an entire pint of ice cream and then feeling sick afterwards)

“High school mean girls Susie and Sammy definitely practiced kissing together”

“Me: where would Jacob be from?

Rat: Ohio probably. Look at him”

“Me: Sammy. Is he British?

Rat: yes. He tries not to be”

“I literally spent $50 on this shirt because I looked at it and went “OOooOu Norman!””

“No arguments, Nice is a people pleaser. She wants to be Alice’s best pal ever, even if that means she has to commit to atrocious crimes” (about Malice Angel’s two different voices)

“Norman goes to a thrift shop and goes “ooooo for me”. Jacob goes to a thirft shop and goes “ooooo for Norman”. Strange gay things for a strange gay man”

“Got shoved in a locker for being a nerd” (about Grant)

“I can’t explain how, but the way you’re typing is Tom like” (about me calling crabs Big Boys, Tiny Boys, and then struggling to spell anemone, followed by “how the fuck do I spell this shit”)

“He loves almonds. Nut boy. Nut boy.” (About Norman)

“Kismesis. Mmm. Regret regret regret regret” (me regretting referring to something Homestuck related while talking about Prophet Sammy and Malice)

“Do u think Tom Boris cleans people. Like lick lick.”

“What’s more powerful then being nothing AND A WOMAN AT THE SAME TIME” (conceptualising nonbinary transfem Bertie)

“He looks like a Mangle” (about Bendy-Bot)

“Old Men that make Unexpectedly Nice Poetry” (about Henry and Norman)

“Bertie: You want meeee to come put of retirement to work on your silly little project? Do I get anything out if it?

Joey: I can give you a kiss-?

Bertie: *unimpressed*

Joey: I could get on my hands and knees and start crying

Bertie: that’d be a start” (Rat’s genius)

“His boyfriends wedding, he deserves that cake” (about Wally eating Tom and Allison’s wedding cake)

“Tom wouldn’t say blimey. ..I lie. I’m sorry.”

“Sammy Lawrence is Michael Bublé”

“Pfft- love his handbag” (about a picture of Sammy holding a light from BATDS)

“Richie has discord server mod vibes”

“Rosalia is not a discord kitten. She’s the actual mod, Richie just talks too much”

“Norman is a discord kitty for many many people to turn a profit”

“And Bill and Jane look like they eat humans and get away with it. But In a Endearing tumblr sexy man Sammy way”

“What the fuck is her” (about Slicer)

“Jack is catish”

“You know he’s ready to grab things and “what if you went in my mouth”” (about Ink Demon)

“Grant is autism.

He verbally stims (tick tick tick)

He enjoys math

Canonically He can’t understand when people don’t do things for money which I assume our Grant doesn’t get it either

Bad social skills

Resting bitch face

I say so???? So??? You can’t say I’m wrong???”

“I bet he’s never heard of a social cue in his life” (about Grant)

“Grant’s ‘Strange Money’ tape. He sounds like a self conscious southern 20-something year old that really doesn’t want to be southern. He sounds divorced. He sounds like his ex-wife is a lesbian.”

““Simmons I left something in the Hell Dimension can you get it for me” that’s on brand” (about Joey)

“Henry come on, respect your parents” (about Henry telling Abby to ‘get a better name’)

“Do you think their whole group has a thing for photos, Joey’s photo book, Carol hangs some up and Simmons just has them stuffed into random places, cup holder, under the seats, in his pillow, with the spoons”

“The moment you’re in Simmons’ house you’re walking on eggshells. There could be a jumpscare anywhere”

“Joey - a list of ways he handles the studio, to emphasise that he’s trying his best

Carol - a list of ways she handles being a secretary and a front desk lady, to emphasise that she’s good at her job

Simmons - what the fuck? What is he even doing here?”

“He/him (in the gay way)” (about Simmons)

“She’s actually 12 sea mines in a turtleneck sweater” (about Susie)

“Bald Sammy Lawrence and Skin Eyes Jacob”

“Fuck you [romantic]” (about Joey’s letter to Henry)

“Sammy keeping inky handprints from PJ on his overalls” (based on a picture of a cat leaving wet paw prints on a boot and calling it a little accessory)

“Enemies to lovers [obliviously]” (about Sammy and Susie)

“Do you think even as teenage mean girls beefing it out, Sammy and Susie were still crushing on each other”

“No idea who Eugene is but fuck Chef Buck”

“He is Brazilian I’ve decided, and Sally will be Greek” (about Andre and Sally Newt, when I was designing them)

“Rat: why does 30 years make my eyes green?

Me: Tism does that

Rat: Norman, Norman, Norman, Norman, Norman, Norman-“

“Bill is what happens when you forget about a middle child”

Edit: “Jacob and Norman definitely do drugs. Anything they can grow, they will take.”

“[scary[hot]]” (about Malice)

[sholiofic]

I saw a prompt that essentially went:

'an injured character getting patched up and it’s very painful, but it's their hands that are injured so the others can't even hold their hand to offer comfort, so instead someone is holding the injured character's head in their lap petting their hair and doing their best to soothe them until they’re finally patched up and able to rest, and the injured character falling asleep with their head still leaned into the other's touch, so they have to sit there with them until they too fall asleep'

and my mind immediately went to Biggles with an even pricklier than usual EvS.

It was clear that von Stalhein was in severe pain. He was white, verging on grey, and his lips were pressed together into a thin, pale line. Biggles, holding his wrist lightly in one hand while he worked on the embedded glass fragments in von Stalhein's blood-covered hand, could feel that he was rigid and trembling slightly with the effort of holding still. But despite the obvious brutal self-control that he was throwing into keeping himself still and silent, he still flinched as they picked out the glass and gravel and dabbed at the wounds with antiseptic.

"You know, you can scream if it helps," Algy remarked. He had the opposite hand, his head bent over it. Biggles had suggested that he could go back to trying to raise Ginger and Bertie on the radio if he liked, but Algy had only given him a look and got the medical kit instead.

"I am fine," von Stalhein said in a very tight voice which was about as far from fine as anything Biggles had ever heard. 

They had nothing in the kit for pain except paracetamol, which they had given him, but it didn't seem to be helping much. Glancing up at von Stalhein's fixed, white face, Biggles was beginning to suspect that it wasn't merely the pain, but also a more deep-rooted and primitive fear. He needed his hands, and beneath the blood, it was difficult to tell how bad the damage was. Biggles knew that words of reassurance meant little at such a time. What von Stalhein needed was a distraction, but Biggles had tried and failed to engage him in conversation, and needed all his attention on what he was doing anyway. Trying to talk to Algy had the same issue.

Something else was needed, he decided, as von Stalhein jerked away from Algy's attempts to use a sterilized penknife to dig a deeply embedded piece of glass out of his palm. The knife slipped and gouged the side of Algy's hand. Algy cursed softly, pulling away to dab at it with a piece of gauze from the medical kit, but didn't say anything about it.

"I apologize," von Stalhein said stiffly. He pulled his hands sharply away from them, leaving streaks of his blood on their hands. "It is not necessary, just wrap them up. We can have this finished at the hospital."

"Yeah," Algy said, head bowed and not looking at von Stalhein as he taped a sticking plaster over the cut on his own hand. "So they can go on festering, get infected, is that what you want?"

"I don't think it's any of your business what I do," von Stalhein began, his voice a whipcrack.

"I have a suggestion," Biggles said hastily, over the top of both of them, before it could erupt into a full-blown fight. "Erich, I think it would be easier if you lie down. It will help you relax, and this will go faster if you don't watch."

"I prefer to see what's happening to me," von Stalhein said stiffly.

"I know you do, but it's causing you to tense in anticipation, and it isn't helping." Biggles laid von Stalhein's bleeding hand down carefully on the formerly clean scarf they had been using as a cushion. "Algy, do you mind working on this end of it, if I help him stay still?"

"Not a problem," Algy said. He took von Stalhein's hand again, with a gentleness that belied his careless tone. "If you can do that—and it's a big if ..."

Von Stalhein opened his mouth.

"Lie down, Erich." Biggles touched his shoulder. There was a moment when von Stalhein resisted, and Biggles would have let him, but then he allowed himself to be guided down to the ground—then went tense all over again when he found his head resting in Biggles's lap.

Biggles laid a hand lightly on his forehead. After a moment, he could feel von Stalhein begin to relax. He could also sense that Algy had about a million things he wasn't saying, but his cousin glanced up, met Biggles's eyes for a moment, and then went back to working on the glass fragments.

"Thank you," Biggles said.

"Oh, it's all part of the job," Algy muttered, applying himself with penknife and tweezers. "Fly an aeroplane, fight a few bandits, doctor our former worst enemy, all in a day's work ...."

He went on in a muttered monologue, as if he'd only been staying quiet earlier for Biggles's sake. Meanwhile, Biggles had begun to run his fingers lightly through von Stalhein's short hair. There was cold sweat beaded along his hairline. Biggles smoothed it away with his fingers.

"Remember back when we were trying to run a charter aviation company and for some reason we thought it was a good idea to take a commission to transport some farmer's cattle up to Perth?" Algy said suddenly. "And one of them stepped on your foot, Biggles, and broke three toes? Just thinking of that for some reason, can't imagine why."

Biggles smiled, as he continued to stroke von Stalhein's hair gently, and could feel the rigid tension in the man's body ebbing very gradually, one gentle stroke at a time. "I seem to remember one of them kicking you into the side of the machine. How were those tailbone bruises? And you had a hot date the next day, I recall."

"Had, Biggles, emphasis on had." Algy turned to drop a glass fragment on the ground and reached for the iodine and gauze.

Biggles continued running his hands through von Stalhein's hair and they chatted about past cases as Algy moved on to the other hand. Von Stalhein had become very relaxed by now, and it had been a while since Biggles had noticed him flinch at all. "Want help?" Biggles asked quietly as Algy got started on the hand Biggles had left half-finished.

"No need to wake sleeping beauty there," Algy said with a crooked smile, and Biggles looked down to discover that without his noticing, and despite the pain, von Stalhein had drifted into a state of total relaxation in his lap.

He wasn't actually asleep. Biggles felt him start to stir, and resumed the slow stroking, while Algy went back to working on his hands. By the time Algy had finished bandaging his other hand, he really did seem to be asleep, his eyes closed and his face turned against Biggles's thigh.

[homicidalfantrolls]

many sweeps ago for merkii?

Baby time.

—

It had been a very long, very boring day for Merkii.

While still grateful for a break from the constant studying and learning, that didn’t mean Dad wasn’t as overbearing as ever.

“Merkii, please wipe your shoes off as best you can before coming back in? The mud is hard to clean.”

“Merkii, the worms are much happier in the dirt outside…yes, they did want to say hi, but they have to go home now.”

“Merkii, just because you go outside barefoot doesn’t mean you’re not still tracking mud in.”

Then, finally,

“Merkii, could you help with dinner? Not sure I can do all this by myself.”

The child beamed as they trotted into the kitchen, climbing the step stool to the counter to see what their dad couldn’t do by himself. He was always asking for help. Cleaning, cooking, folding clothes. Merkii had asked him how he got anything done at work if he needed help so much, but Dad just smiled.

“Ah ah ah, what do we always do before cooking?” Dad chided just as Merkii had reached to help knead some dough.

The psionic frowned in thought before huffing. “I can just use my psionics! Don’t need to wash my hands if I don’t touch anything with ‘em,” they chirped with a smug expression of someone who had just checkmated their opponent.

Dad laughed and ruffled his hair. “I think it’s best to just use your hands. The heat might cook the dough too soon. Then it’ll just be bread for dinner instead of pizza. Your siblings are too big just to have bread for dinner.”

Merkii nodded at the solemn truth of the situation. “Yeah…especially Bertie. He’ll probably try to take Dia’s again.”

“Probably,” Dad chuckled fondly. “You want to move the stepstool? Or do you want me to hold you so you can wash your hands?”

The psionic pressed an oversized sleeve to their chin and tapped their foot in exaggerated display of thought. After a time too brief to convince anyone there had been any actual contemplation, he lifts his arms above his head for Dad to pick him up.

As Merkii washes his hands in the sink under the watchful eye of Her Beloved Annihilation, feet kicking, they paused.

“Do you think Twitch will take us to the aquarium tomorrow? You think she’ll have time?”

“For you, Kii? Always.”

[love-bertie1948]

Be normal What is expected of us? What are the rules? What do i have to do? What can I do? That we are intelligent, that we are always nice, that we always do homework, that we earn a lot of money, that we are always happy, that we are always positive, that we are the best people? Perfect? No We are already expected to be normal, but what is normal? How can you be normal? Is there such a thing? Is normal not a myth, not a fairy tale, not a fantasy? Help! Internet! Google! How…to…be…normal? Enter More than 9 billion results, wowww, there are many, You should have self-confidence. One should adapt to the environment. You should have strong social skills. One should be clean and organized. You should, you should, you should, pffff, blablabla, Uhhhhhhhm yes, I have a bit of self-confidence, yes. Adapt to the environment, yes, maybe that will work Socially competent, yes I think uhhh I hope I am socially competent Clean and organized, Oh yeah, I have the other three. Am I 75 percent normal now? 25% different and abnormal? No, no, nonsense, it's all nonsense There is no normal, no different. Your weaknesses and strengths make you perfect, exactly the way you are.

BERTIE

[writingwithsnails]

The Snail's Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist

This is a work in progress, links will be updated as things are posted! And yes, I started late and I'm totally behind. We're speed-running it.

Some of these pieces are Far Cry 5 or Orphan Black fanfics but most of the pieces are related to my original WIPs. They're a mix of genres from depressing nordic noir to light-hearted 1940s spy capers. It's something the whole family can enjoy!

Please note that since the primary genre is whump, there's going to be injuries, blood, death, dying, and more. When you click the link, you'll see a summary and note with any warnings.

day 01. helpless | original | nordic noir Manda wants to end things with Jesper in order to pursue a different relationship but a forgotten acquaintance is hellbent on revenge.

day 02. solitary confinement | web-weaving Web-weaving of quotes related to violence, power, and being alone.

day 03. alt 2 - "i love you." | original | modern britain Haywood does something less-than-legal and ends up in the hospital.

day 04. obedience | far cry 5 | deputy x john seed John cleans the Deputy's wounds.

day 05. rope burns | far cry 5 | deputy x jacob seed Jacob keeps Deputy Jemima Knight in check with a bit of rope.

day 06. "you lied to me." coming soon.

day 07. suffering in silence | original | nordic noir Two weeks after the shooting that injured Manda and killed her lover, she attends his funeral.

day 08. "why won't it stop?" | web-weaving Web-weaving of quotes related to time, being, trauma, and memory.

day 09. BEES! | original | 1940s mystery Bertie and Edward take a look at a mansion on the Riviera when they're ambushed...by bees.

day 10. killing in self-defense coming soon.

day 11. alt 3 - found footage | far cry 5 | deputy j. knight coming soon.

day 12. semi-conscious | far cry 5 | john seed John recovers after being bitten by Boomer.

day 13. "you weren't supposed to get hurt." | orphan black | marion & charlotte bowles Marion's attempt at damage control ends in disaster.

day 14. blood-stained tiles | far cry 5 | deputy a. hurst After the Confession, the Deputy struggles with returning to the world of the living.

day 15. "who did this to you?" | original | 1940s mystery A stakeout goes awry and Edward has to phone a friend for help.

day 16. alt 7 - last words | original | nordic noir In the aftermath of a brutal murder, Manda can’t keep her mind off the man’s last words.

day 17. hostage situation | original | modern britain coming soon.

day 18. too weak to move | far cry 5 | deputy j. knight Jem wakes up in the Whitetails and it’s a good news/bad news situation.

day 19. "please don't." | original | colonial new york During the Conspiracy of 1741, a young actress writes her final letter to her lover before leaving the British colonies for good.

day 20. truth serum | playlist coming soon.

day 21. unresponsive coming soon.

day 22. "you weren't meant to be there." | original | 1940s mystery Edward’s future brother-in-law is in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and he has to bail him out.

day 23. presumed dead | original | thriller Emma's sister has been missing for months and reappears in a hospital miles away.

day 24. "i'm doing this because i care about you." | far cry 5 | john & deputy (nb) John enjoys the Atonement process.

day 25. alt 09 - lightning strike | playlist It all starts with a lightning strike...

day 26. "help them." | far cry 5 | john & original John and Sibylla argue about saving the others.

day 27. left for dead | orphan black | charlotte bowles Charlotte works through her feelings on Susan's miraculous recovery.

day 28. "no... not like this." | far cry 5 | deputy & jacob Jem recovers from an allergic reaction to the Bliss and makes a startling confession to Jacob.

day 29. not allowed to die | far cry 5 | deputy & joey In John's Bunker, Deputy Hurst finds Joey on the brink of death.

THANK YOU FOR CHECKING THIS OUT!

[rygoespop]

Thomas and Friends: Tales from Sodor (Story 67): Bulgy Strikes Back

Narrator: Bulgy Strikes Back

Scene opens with Gordon puffing out of Knapford with the Express and BoCo oiling in with Freight Cars

Narrator: It was a busy summer day on the Island of Sodor, Sir Topham Hatt has requested more trains more than ever

Scene transitions to Bertie, rolling down the road to Wellsworth Station

Narrator: Sir Topham Hatt evenly requests Bertie to help out too

Scene transitions to Bulgy at Ffarquhar Station

Narrator: Evenly Bulgy helped out too, but unlike Bertie, Bulgy is very cold towards the Engines

Bulgy: Silly nonsense, the passengers would get to their destinations by Road instead of rails

Thomas: *puffs in* Hello Bulgy! Wonderful weather we're having!

Rosie: I agree!

Bulgy: Hmph! You happy go lucky engines are taking Passengers by rails, when I prefer them to travel by road!

Rosie: Why are you so rude and cold at times Bulgy?

Thomas: He's been that way since he had an accident which Duck laughed at

Bulgy: Hmph! *he honked his horn and rolled away*

Rosie: Such a Horrid double decker bus!

Scene transitions to Bulgy rolling down the road

Bulgy: I'll show those Railriders who's boss!

Terence: *plowing a field* Hello Bulgy! Are you here to help Farmer McColl with the Vegetables?

Bulgy: No thank you!

Terence: I missed those days when he was happy and green

Scene transitions to Bulgy, arriving at Wellsworth Station

Bulgy: *surprised* Well, I don't see an engine! Now it's my chance to get the passengers!

Bulgy rolled up to the Passengers

Bulgy: Since there's no engine today, hop on!

The Passengers were skeptical but entered Bulgy

Bulgy: All too easy! *he rolled away*

James: *arriving* Here's- Huh?! Where are my passengers?!

Scene transitions to Bulgy, rolling down the road, now carrying the Passengers

Bulgy: All too easy! My plan worked, now I can take them to Harwick!

As Bulgy rolled down the road, he was behind Caroline

Bulgy: Oh! Get Out of my way you silly slow car!

Caroline: Bulgy sugarcube, be patient! I'm going as fast I could!

Bulgy: Not fast enough! *he overtook Caroline*

Soft Side Lorry Driver: Look out!

Bulgy: Whoa! *he skidded into a Muddy Ditch*

Narrator: Luckily, no one was hurt, but Bulgy was stuck in the mud

Bulgy: Oh why did I just wait?!

Just then Sir Topham Hatt arrived, he wasn't happy

Sir Topham Hatt: Well Bulgy, you should've waited for Caroline to move, but you have caused Confusion and Delay!

Bulgy: Yes sir, sorry sir!

Scene transitions to James, who has arrived to take his passengers, and Butch towing Bulgy out of the mud

Narrator: Later, James arrived to take his Passengers, and Butch towed Bulgy out of the mud

Bulgy: Ooooh...

Butch: Don't feel bad Bulgy, you'll be working in No Time!

Scene transitions to the next day, at Ffarquhar Station, Bulgy was cleaned from the mud

Narrator: The next day, Bulgy arrived, he was embarrassed

Thomas: Well well well, how was your time in the mud Bulgy?

Rosie: Is Terence looking for a New Scarecrow?

Bulgy: *groaned in dismay*

Bertie: Hey cheer up Bulgy! Maybe you wouldn't be so arrogant

Thomas: Yeah, maybe you can be a Vegetable Bus again! *chuckled*

Rosie: *giggled* Good one Thomas!

Bulgy: Oooh...

The Guard blew his whistle

Thomas: Well, time to go! *he blew his whistle as he puffs off*

Rosie blew her whistle as she puffs off, evenly Bertie and Bulgy honked their horns

Narrator: Bulgy learned his Second Lesson, maybe next time he would have sense

Steam Clouds rolled in

Story End

[christas-museum]

The Child Manuela: Mädchen in Uniform book (new translation)

CHAPTER 1: IV

For more parts (updates are at least once a week), click #The Child Manuela translation

At lunch, it is very quiet today. Ali and Berti spoon their soup in silence. Dad doesn't speak a word, and Ali looks distraughtly at mother. She tries to be usual self, but her lower lip is trembling, and she doesn't eat. Lela has a vague feeling as if she were guilty, as if she has done something wrong. It was so beautiful, but maybe one doesn't allowed to do it? Maybe it's something similar to the Catholic Church? Silently she goes upstairs and doesn't dare—as Alfred does—to hug her Mum, after Dad has slammed the door behind him.

Lela goes to Laura. Laura is her dove. She sticks her little nose into the wings and kisses Laura on the neck where she has a little black ring of feathers. Laura's red clawed feet clings to her little fingers, Laura's feathers smell so lukewarm and good.

"Laura, I love you so much!" She says softly, and a big tear rolls down on the feathers. Something is written on most of plates.

Lela has a cloth in her hand and a blue apron, and so does Mum, and the whole table is full of silver. Candlesticks that one can screw together and take apart, plates with funny edges. Many, many forks and knives. But Lela shouldn't touch them. She has a silver bread basket in front of her that has a very thin grid all around, so her little fingers can get inside and clean. Something is written on most of the plates. For example, Our dear Meinhardis as a farewell to his regiment, or, First prize in flat racing. Memorial race of Ziethen. And a date. From one Mum reads out, "To my dear Kammerkatze." — "Mum, what does that 'Kammerkatze' mean?"

"Kammerkatze? That was a horse, a very good horse. But Dad sold him."

"Why, Mum?"

"Because Dad can't have that many horses."

"Why can't he have that many horses?"

"Because it costs too much. They eat too much."

"They just eat oats, Mum."

"Oh, little one, you don't understand!" And a deep sigh escapes from Mum's chest.

Lela feels that she should not ask any more questions. Quietly, she cleans the little basket. Then comes something else. "We must open the table," Mum says, and everybody always has to help. There the dining table is grabbed and simply pulled apart in two directions. Lela moves along, and Flink barks. Flink is a brown dog of an indeterminate breed, who likes to have a say when something special is happening, and today is so special; because guests are coming.

Many boards are inserted between the torn apart table parts, they are supported from below, and Lela and Flink crawl under the table where it's dark and check to see if everything's right, and then a green felt blanket comes over it, and then a huge long damask tablecloth.

Mum goes with Lela to the linen cupboard. Lela watches attentively as Mum's hands count the high stacks of napkins. Mum has long, very white fingers; Lela likes her hands so much. When Mum's hand gets lost on my head now and then, she thinks, or between my dress and my neck; it's so good with Mum! Papa does that sometimes too, but it just tickles. It's terrible, Lela continues to think, looking up at her mother from below, that Mum always does her hair so smooth in the morning. When the hair is a little loose and curled, Mum looks much prettier, and then sometimes visitors come, and the visitors see Mum with her tight, tight hairstyle, and it's so bad that Lela hides, as if she herself doesn't have a good haircut. But at the moment, Mum has no time for Lela. Lela has to carry napkins. Now it clinks. Mum is at the sideboard—she takes out one crystal bowl after the other. Lela is allowed to wipe them out, and then Mum opens compote jars, and thick green fruits are poured into the glistening bowls. It doesn't look so funny from above, but from the side, where the glass is cut. And now little yellow plums and red cherries in another one, and black nuts into the next. One at a time, they are placed on the table. Now comes the fruit bowl; Lela is allowed to open the bags. Oranges, grapes, apples, nuts, almonds, dates, just like on Christmas.

"Mum, why do we only have this for guests and never for ourselves?"

"Because we are poor people, child."

Lela is silent. How sad that is, she thinks, that we are poor people. But why are we poor? Dad has horses; poor people don't have horses. Mum has ball gowns; poor women don't have ball gowns. And we also have silver, and many tablecloths, and a butler.

"Mum, do poor people always have a servant?"

"You are a little silly one, my darling. You don't understand."

[shingia]

hot things they do pt.2

↳ back by popular demand hehe | CLICK HERE FOR PT.1

↳ levi, bertholdt, mikasa, reiner (who has me running laps), sasha

— levi

• s4 has showed us that messy hair levi is superior

• but levi with wet hair??! and then he brushes it back with his fingers not to get his face too wet? hottest thing ever

• if it’s hot outside and he’s wearing a sweater, he’ll slightly tug on the fabric around the neck >>> (idk if you guys see what i mean but i rly hope you do)

• OR SOMETIMES HE LOOSENS HIS TIE WITH ONE HAND

• for some reason, levi being angry with someone on the phone sounds super hot. because he actually has to voice his annoyance, and not just roll his eyes or throw deadly stares like he usually does

• also, mr. levi ackerman doesn’t ask you out. he just takes you out

• “be ready at 7. i have plans for us” typa thing

• he also doesn’t ask if you’re cold and need his jacket, he just gives it to you without saying anything. and you better zip it all the way up or he’ll do it for you (i’m jk he’ll always do it for you)

— bertholdt

• bertie seems like a clean guy so i’ll bet you anything that his cologne smells like h e a v e n

• when you’re sitting on the floor and ask him to help you get up so he grabs your hand to pull you up on your feet, and when he does you can see the exact moment his arm muscles flex and it’s lowkey highkey super hot

• + his hands are HUGE? his fingers definitely reach the top of your head when he’s holding your face

• just his height overall tbh. the kinda guy who has to tilt his head down to look at you mmhhhhh

• he gives the best massages that’s for sureeee

• and he especially likes massaging your back because since you’re not facing him he feels confident enough to leave kisses on your shoulders

— mikasa

• when she cracks her knuckles and her neck i’m sorry but this is so hot

• mikasa wearing a suit. do i even have to elaborate???

• when she just finished her workout and she’s just walking around in her sports bra with a towel hanging around her neck

• ooh and when she smiles in between kisses :>

• in pt.1 i mentioned armin looking hot while building furniture, and i think mikasa would look hot too, but not for the same reasons

• armin would look hot being focused on the instructions, but mikasa would look hot carrying stuff that are three times heavier than her

• she also really enjoys carrying you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch, and she does it so effortlessly??

— reiner

• another member of the raspy morning voice gang, i just know it…

• lazy neck kisses in the morning can you hear me screammmm and he usually has his arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close

• another thing he does is pulling you in by the belt or belt loops to get a kiss

• and since we’re talking abt kisses: he likes to kiss the back of your hand like the true gentleman he is... idk how but he makes it look so sexy

• REINER GETTING OUT OF A POOL?? I MEAN PUSHING HIMSELF OUT OF THE WATER? *aggressively fanning myself*

• when he’s focused on something and he unconsciously starts to stroke his stubble…. and it happens to look like… yk… like he’s stroking his neck a lil bit… yeah i’m gonna stop here.

— sasha

• when she helps you clasp a necklace and she lets her finger slightly brush against your skin :o it’s an out-of-body experience every single time

• you guys have many inside jokes together so she often winks at you, and when she does she always has a sort of mischievous half-smirk on her lips and ugh she’s just too hot

• !!when!!she!!rolls!!up!!her!!sleeves!!before!!cooking!!

• sasha applying chapstick is a power move as well

• i mean, she always asks you which flavor is your favorite so OBVIOUSLY YOU FEEL FLUSTERED

• when she kisses you so passionately that you have to lean back a little bit, but she always rests a hand on your lower back to keep you steady!!

• loves loves loves to rest her head between your thighs when you’re cuddling, and that’s another moment when she brushes her fingers against your skin, or the hem of your pants (and it makes your entire body shiver omg)

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[quiveringdeer]

Camera Roll Challenge: Dating Jean Kirschtein

I dunno what it is about Jean but this man reads hopeless romantic to me. Maybe the whole being an artist thing. Especially when he's older. Breakfast in bed just cause you deserve it. Probably did the thing where he wrote letters to his future self to open at certain life milestones. Some of them are to his future significant other. When they get engaged. When they get married. When they've been together 5, 10, 15, etc years.

It's something he keeps up with as he gets older too. So they aren't always just from his super younger self. Maybe he wrote one to his future partner in high school then after going through lots of growth and experiences he decides to write another one to that same person. It'd be really interesting to read how much he changed in-between those years. I think he'd also make ones for partners that are like, what I was thinking in the moments before our first kiss. when I knew I'd fallen in love with you. other ways I thought of proposing. (Man, I'm so smitten for this man, I can't believe out of everyone I'm writing the most in depth for him. lol)

I don't know if he ever reaches the smooth or suave level when flirting or asking folks out --tho he thinks he has lol. He's so corny but it's really sweet and cute. Probably continues to use ridiculous pickup lines on people as a way to break the ice.

He can dance-thanks to Connie! He's a got pretty good rhythm and is a quick learner when someone takes the time with him. So thanks to his bestie Jean can salsa, batchata and merengue. He's always up for going out dancing and would take the time to teach his partner. Along with that, he's also the type of person that feels a big urge to wine and dine his partner and take them out on regular dates no matter how long they've been together.

Also the dancing wouldn't just be when yall are out on the town. Saturday morning cleaning days often lead to some kind of dancing and sometimes dance-off shenanigans. Depending on the music selection.

Like Bertholdt, I can really picture Jean being into theatre. Though, unlike Bertie, he very much thrives being the center of attention on stage. Related to the hopeless romantic thing, I can see him memorizing monologs, sonnets and poetry to recite to his partner.

Also, while there is that one OVA of him being a lil shit to his mom, I feel like once he gets over that teen "too cool for my mom" era he's a great son. His mom is so accepting of you and the first time you come for dinner she's totally the stereotypical mom who breaks out baby photos of her Jeanbo! I feel like she'd be such a great mother-in-law and is just so thrilled that Jean found someone to give his heart to.

A few photo thoughts below the cut :)

Top middle: Random morning with him bringing you breakfast in bed. And then also cleaning up the dishes afterward! Definitive husband material right here. (not that the bar should be that low but it's a green check) And you can't help but wanna catch a photo of those pretty legs of his as he's heading out.

Middle left: Okay I can't make a Jean post without bringing up horses. lol I feel like he grew up in the burbs and never really interacted much with them. But being besties with Sasha he ends up tagging along with her and Connie when she starts learning to ride from friends at the Ren Faire she works at in high school. Also, can you imagine how dreamy this man would look dressed up as a knight? Then waxing on poetically about how much he's in love with you? Corny as hell but my heart would definitely be doin flips.

Middle center: Why did he take a picture of himself pretending to sleep and send it to you?? Who knows with this boy. But at least he's cute. And he does seem real snuggleable.

Middle left: Booooooooooooooooy. I don't know bout yall but this photo got me feelin some type of way. Not just the tongue but the beanie and the earring too. 😮‍💨 Just feels like our boy's whole vibe in a nutshell.