#i'd love to be chill sleeping buddies

[luveline]

JADEEEE i'd love to see an interaction between hotch and teacher!reader outside of school? maybe jack sees her first and step away from hotch for a moment to say hi, hotch gets scared when he realizes jack left but reader comes with him just a moment later because she's panicking too like 'why are you alone? where's your dad?' and jack takes her to him. is that ok??? i hope so! love you <3333

I love you ty for your request! —Hotch flirts with Jack’s favourite teacher, because he’s never as subtle as he should be. fem, 2k

Jack reads a couple of books a week now his dad is home more often. His mom used to read to him some because he loves them, but she preferred to tell her own on the fly. His dad isn’t as good a story teller, and when he does try the stories don’t end up very happy, so they read. Sometimes two or three books a night if they're short ones. 

With Jack’s library card they can borrow ten books. With his dad’s, another ten. Twenty altogether, enough to last the month if they’re careful or if dad gets called away a lot, which he usually does. 

“Can I look for Super Pup?” Jack asks his dad. 

Aaron sits on a chair a little too small for him in the kids section. “What?” he asks, looking up from the back of the large picture book Jack’s just handed him. 

“Super Pup?” 

“I’ll help, buddy.” Hotch looks like he’s going to stand, then hesitates. “In a second. Don’t go where I can’t see you, Jackers.” 

Hotch is tired. He didn’t come home until very late, but he’d woken Aunt Jess anyway and, when Jack woke, there his dad was sleeping in the beanbag by his bed. He’s sore all over now and exhausted from a restless night. Jack feels sorry, as much as he can for being six nearly seven, but he also knows that his dad doesn’t mind the hurting. It was nice to wake up together after a few days apart. 

And now he’s brought him to the library, and after that they’ll go for groceries. Jack should be quick. If they get home before dinner time his dad will ask him if he wants to nap together, which is the best. They just lay there in the big bed with the fan on and snooze until it’s too late to cook, so his dad breaks out the takeout menus, and promises he won’t do it again with a quick hug from behind. 

As though it makes him a terrible parent for feeding his kid. Jack can’t know how guilty it makes Hotch feel to do it, and Hotch doesn’t seem to notice how much Jack loves these days where his dad is exhausted and totally his. 

Jack runs around looking for Super Pup. Hotch’s phone beeps in his pocket, and he fights to keep his eyes open.

A ways away, you browse the fiction section in a crouch, knees somehow totally under your skirt, flicking aside spines of skinny books for something you can read at lunch time. Something that doesn’t require much attention, and could be read in short intervals. You used to demand a half hour to yourself when you first started teaching, but that was before the lonely kids started cropping up. Kids with no friends, or sad smiles, who want company and quiet alike. 

You reach for a pink-spined Japanese translation as a little hand pats your elbow. You’re so used to kids you say, “What’s up?” before you remember you aren’t at work. 

You turn in your crouch to look behind you. “Oh, hi, Jack! What are you doing here?” 

“Me and dad are looking for books.” 

You smile at him genuinely, happy to see your favourite student, even if you’re terrified on the inside at the prospect of his father. He’s the most gentlemanly man you’ve ever met. He’s arduous in how respectful he is, he’s understanding, and he’s tall, dark, and handsome. It is a chilling collection of traits. You stumble whenever you have to talk to him. 

But Jack is easy. You and Jack talk every day. “What sorts of books? Just for fun?” 

“I want to read Super Pup.” 

The kids love Super Pup and his magic bark. You stand promptly, suddenly much taller than Jack as you brush down your skirt. “Wait,” you say. Mr. Hotchner gets called away for work all the time, but he wouldn’t leave Jack alone, would he? “Where’s your dad? You’re not by yourself, are you?” 

Jack laughs. “No! I’m looking for Super Pup! Dad’s tired.” 

You can’t decipher exactly what those two things have to do with each other, but you can guess how panicked his dad will be to find Jack so far from the kid’s section. Fiction is the other side of the library. “How did you end up over here?” You offer your hand. “Should we go back and find your dad?” 

“I saw your skirt, Miss L/N. I like the flowers.”

He takes your hand, clumsy to your gentleness. “Thanks, honey. Let’s go find dad before he calls his scary friends and has your name on the news.” 

You get to the kids section slowly. Endearingly so, but nerve-wracking, too, because Mr. Hotchner can be intimidating. Jack likes holding your hand, you think, clinging to your fingers as he guides you across the library, past the staircase down to the first floor, and back to the kids section. 

“Jack?” Mr. Hotchner asks loudly, turned away from you both near the graphic novel selection. “Jack.” 

“Mr. Hotchner,” you say. 

“Dad!” 

He spins on his heel. His shoulders relax noticeably, but the stress in his gaze remains. 

“Jack, I said stay where I can see you,” he says, not half as scolding as he could be as Jack lets go of your hand and runs to his legs, where he stops. “Please, buddy. You gotta listen to me.” 

Jack turns between you and his dad with a smile, “But look, it’s Miss L/N.” 

“I can see,” he says softly. 

Mr. Hotchner leans down, taking Jack up into his arms with impressive ease, and begins the walk to you where you’ve stayed. 

“I hope he didn’t interrupt you,” he says. 

“Please,” you say, “he’s my favourite. Just–” You wince. “Don’t tell anybody at school I said that, Jack. Please.” 

“I think we can keep this secret,” Mr. Hotchner says. 

“He was just telling me that you’re looking for Super Pup. If you don’t find it, we have copies at the school library. And we can always order you one.” 

Mr. Hotchner gives you a small, and what you know to be rare, smile. “I don’t think he even looked.” 

“I did look!” Jack disagrees, though his disagreement barely has any attitude to it, a credit to his upbringing. 

“You clearly weren’t looking in the right place.” 

“I was too. How would you know, you were sleeping!” 

“I wasn’t sleeping,” Mr. Hotchner says to you. 

You tuck your hands behind your back. “It’s okay, Mr. Hotchner, I believe you. In my classroom we like to say we’re resting our eyes.” 

“Aaron,” he says, as he says whenever you speak to each other, and as you always forget to call him. Not a demand but a suggestion you’d swear to be bordering affectionate. 

You’ve been Jack’s teacher for two months this year, and almost the entire year previously. In the summer when they leave, you’ll find out if you’re moving up a grade with him, but until then, you’ve made the most of such a nice kid, and you aren’t shy to tell that to Aaron. You don’t mind that Jack spends his lunch time with you. He embodies all of the reasons that pushed you to become a teacher in the first place. 

And his father is a good reason to stay. He’s one of the only nice (hot) dads. 

You do worry often that he can read your expression. His lips have quirked into a bemused smile, what’s so funny? He’s terrifying. 

“Aaron,” you rush to say, and fill the silence you’ve made, “It’s nice to see you.” 

“It’s nice to see you, too. You’ll see me on Monday, so you’ll be sick of me by Tuesday.” 

You rock ever so gently on your heels. “You aren’t working.” 

“It’s Jack’s birthday.” 

You nod, pleased. “I know! I know, we already talked about what cupcakes he wants, didn’t we? Everybody’s gonna have rainbow sprinkle, and for a treat we’re going to watch a movie before lunch.” 

“Do you do that for every kid?” 

“I do.” 

“How do you afford it?” He lowers his gaze. “I just mean, it’s expensive to do that for every birthday.” 

“Luckily for me and unluckily for the kids, quite a few of them have birthdays outside of term time. Thirty students is three trays of ten, and that doesn’t usually break the bank, even if things get tight. But… I don’t know, I guess I just have to make room when it does. It’s special to feel special, and,” —you smile, exuberant and a little shy at once, clutching your elbow in your hand— “Jack always makes everybody else feel special. ” 

The boy in question turns into his fathers chest, pleased beyond words. 

Aaron gives you a long, long look. “Thank you,” he says. 

“Oh, you’re welcome.” 

You say goodbye to Aaron and Jack and wish them both a good weekend, which you spend wondering what the pressure of Aaron’s hand would be like on your shoulder, and if you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking about it at all. He seems like he’d give a good hug. You catch yourself picturing him opening a door and ban yourself from thinking of him at all. 

Monday morning, you stand at the door ushering your students inside, and you can’t help beaming when Jack and Aaron arrive. 

“Aw, Jack, where’s your birthday badge?” you ask, fall air nipping your nose. 

“He was feeling too shy,” Aaron says. He’s in casual dress again. Some men should be banned from half-zips, it’s inhumane. 

“You were?” You bend just a bit, hand in your pocket. “Well, I thought you might be, so I brought my badge from home. It’s super shiny, bud. What do you think?” 

You show Jack the badge, It’s My Birthday in silver against a rainbow backdrop. 

Maybe it was silly to bring, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t want to wear one, and maybe he should. He deserves for all his friends to give him some attention, and to have them fight over who gets to sit with him at lunch. 

“We have something for you,” Jack says. 

You stand straight. “You do?” 

Aaron hadn’t been expecting to be the one to give it to you, that much is obvious. He hesitates for a second before he passes you a small brown box, the top of which is made up of four leaves folded into a dome. You have an inkling of what it might me. 

“Thank you… Can I open it now?” you ask. 

“I think you should wait for lunch,” Aaron says. 

You raise your eyebrows but abide by his suggestion, murmuring another thank you as Aaron bends to give Jack a hug. “Have a good day. I’ll be here to pick you up, I promise,” he says.

It’s a great day. The kids are excited for cupcakes and overjoyed to get them before lunch. Not a crumb goes uneaten, and as they all sing for Jack with his borrowed badge, he’s actually happy for the attention. He doesn’t eat with you at lunch, which is a great thing even if you love his company. 

Alone, you fold back the leaves of your mysterious box and smile like an idiot when you confirm what’s inside. A cupcake slightly more sophisticated than rainbow sprinkle spreads icing across the brown carrier, and a business card leans against the other side. 

The front of the card is as you’d expected it to be spelling out Aaron’s contact details from work, and you combust thinking he wants you to call him, but it’s the back that you’d been meant to see. You read it as you fold down the leaves of the cupcake carrier, 

Thirty students, three trays of ten. What does that leave for you? —Aaron. 

Flirt, you think firmly, happily. He’s such a flirt. 

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The Imperfect Couple - 13 | Bucky

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

Warning: The couple's arguments could be triggering.

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“What… if one day Nate asks who his father is?” You folded your arms, watching Bucky closely. “He's a smart kid, Bucky. He’ll figure it out.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened. “That’s Hazel’s duty to explain when the time comes. If it affects him badly… I’ll be there for him.” His voice was steady, but there was a slight edge, like he was preparing for the inevitable storm.

You exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “There’s a part of me, a small part, that wants you to win this election.” Your gaze softened, conflicted. “That’s why I’m staying.”

Bucky blinked, clearly taken aback. He hadn’t expected that. His eyes met yours, searching for meaning behind your words, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something—maybe something real. But before he could, the glass door slid open with a soft thud, pulling you both out of the tense moment.

Nate stood there, rubbing his eyes, his hair tousled from sleep. “I wanna swim,” he said, his voice still groggy.

Bucky glanced at you, then back at Nate. “I’ll watch him,” he said, his tone softening. He gave you a look that lingered for just a second longer than necessary, then followed Nate out.

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At the swimming pool, you stood off to the side, watching them through the glass. Bucky and Nate were in the water, laughing and splashing around like nothing in the world could touch them. It was strange—almost bittersweet—to see Bucky this way. So different from the man you’d been arguing with just moments ago.

“Uncle?” Nate’s voice broke through the playful splashes.

“Yeah, buddy?” Bucky replied, swimming over to him.

“Is Auntie gonna leave again?” Nate asked, his big eyes filled with childlike curiosity.

Bucky’s shoulders tensed for a brief moment before he let out a sigh. “I hope not, Nate. I really hope not.” He paused, looking down at the water. “If she tries to leave again… can you stop her?”

Nate frowned, his small brow furrowing in thought. “Hmm… no.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Eh?”

“I’d wanna go with her,” Nate said matter-of-factly. “She’s traveled the world. I want to go with her instead.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “So, you’re just gonna ditch me, huh? Go off with your aunt?”

Nate grinned, splashing water at him. “Only if it’s school holidays!” he said, laughing as Bucky splashed back.

Bucky shook his head again, clearly amused. “Smart kid,” he muttered under his breath.

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While they continued swimming, you quietly slipped away, heading back to your room. The moment you closed the door behind you, your heart pounded in your chest. Bucky’s words still echoed in your mind, his casual reference to the issue you’d missed, the one connected to Steve.

You sat down at your desk, your hands trembling slightly as you opened your notebook. It had been so long since you’d felt this rush—the familiar thrill of investigating, piecing together clues, and chasing down the truth. It was like breathing again, a sense of purpose surging through you.

You began scrolling through your notes from the last five years, mentally sifting through the noise. Eliminating dead leads, failed stories, and the few articles that had never made it to print because they’d angered the wrong people. Until finally, there it was—the headline that sent chills down your spine:

“Deals in the Dark: Inside the Global Conspiracy Threatening Economic Stability.”

You stared at the title, your mind racing. This was it. The story you’d written. The story you thought had been buried. The story that, you now realized, had been connected to Steve all along.

This was the story that had caught everyone’s attention. You had been covering suspicious dealings between foreign governments and private entities—rumors of bribes, illegal arms trades, or secret negotiations. On the surface, it didn’t seem much different from other investigative pieces you’d done. But there was something about it.

And then, it happened.

Just three hours after the article went live, everything started crashing down. The website was pulled offline. The office lost power. Panic spread through the newsroom like wildfire. You remembered the look on Ian’s face when he turned to you, wide-eyed and pale. “Wow, I guess you woke up a lion from its sleep.”

It was chaos, but through the storm, you stayed oddly calm. You picked up the phone and called Mike, your boss. The phone barely rang once before he answered.

“Ahh, our hero. I was waiting for your call. How are you? Are you alright? It must be exhausting,” Mike said, his voice unnervingly cheerful.

His tone threw you off for a second. Mike was always stressed, always scrambling for funds to keep the publication afloat. But today, he sounded... different. It was the first time in a while he didn’t seem weighed down by the usual pressure.

“Well... here I am. Still alive,” you said, pacing the room as your mind raced. “Mike, do you remember the piece I wrote?”

“Which one?” he asked, the edge of nonchalance in his voice making your skin prickle.

You quickly sent him the link.

There was a brief pause on the other end, then a sharp breath. “Ah… this one.” His tone dropped, his usual stress slipping back in. “Yeah. I still feel bitter about it. That phone call I received... still gives me goosebumps. Their threats nearly took us down.”

Your grip tightened around the phone. “Threats?”

“Oh, come on. You knew this was heavy stuff, didn’t you?” Mike’s voice lowered to a near whisper. “Someone didn’t want this story out there. They weren’t subtle about it either. Almost made us bankrupt.” He exhaled sharply, as if trying to shake off the memory.

A chill ran down your spine. Your heart thudded, and a realization began to creep in. This is it. This was the story that connected to everything. You didn’t have all the pieces yet, but something deep in your gut told you it was linked to Steve.

“Mike… was there anything that stood out? Anything that made you think it was bigger than what we originally thought?” Your voice was tight with tension, carefully controlled, though inside, your instincts were in overdrive.

There was a pause on the line, and you could almost hear Mike choosing his words carefully. “Look, there were a few things that raised some red flags,” he finally said, his voice lowering further. “Some of the names involved, the companies… it’s no secret they have ties to government officials. And not just any government. We’re talking high-level U.S. interests.”

Your breath hitched. He didn’t say Steve’s name, but the implications were clear. The weight of what you were unraveling pressed on your chest. This was more than just a story—it was the key to everything.

There was a long silence between you and Mike, and you could feel the gravity of it hanging in the air.

“Be careful,” Mike finally said, his voice softer now, almost warning. “You know the kind of people we’re dealing with.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see. The puzzle was finally coming together, and the stakes had just gotten a lot higher.

“What 'cha doing?” Nate’s voice made you jump in your seat.

You spun around to see him standing in the doorway, already dressed in his pajamas. His hair was slightly messy from the day, and his sleepy eyes blinked up at you. You glanced out the window, not even realizing how dark it had gotten. It was already 8 p.m.

“Sorry, Nate. I got too caught up in my work,” you said, offering him an apologetic smile.

He shook his head, unfazed. “It’s alright. Uncle told me you were working.”

You nodded, feeling a little guilty for losing track of time. “Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?” You had always done that when he was younger. It was your thing together.

But Nate shook his head again. “No. Uncle reminded me after I brushed my teeth that I had to check on you.”

“Oh,” you chuckled softly. “Well, thank you for checking on me.”

You gently patted his head, brushing a few stray hairs away from his forehead. “You’re such a big boy now, huh? You can fall asleep without a bedtime story?”

Nate nodded, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. “Yeah, I fall asleep really fast now.”

“Lucky you,” you thought to yourself, envious of his ability to drift off so easily. You stood and took his hand, guiding him towards his room. His small fingers wrapped around yours with familiar warmth.

As you walked, Nate mumbled, “But sometimes, I wanna be an adult so I can stay up late like Uncle Bucky. He stays up till 11 p.m. watching you on TV.”

You froze for a second, confused. “Wait… me? On TV?”

Nate nodded eagerly. He quickly darted to the living room, grabbed the remote, and started navigating through the TV’s menu with the ease only a tech-savvy kid could have. You couldn’t help but be impressed by how quickly children adapted to technology these days.

The search history popped up, and your eyes widened when you saw it was full of videos of you — specifically, clips of your reporting from the field, during one of the more dangerous assignments. These were from independent news sources, not widely viewed by the public. You hadn’t expected anyone outside your circle to even know about them.

Your heart skipped a beat as the realization set in. Bucky was watching these. He’d been following your work—your reports from battlefields, places far too dangerous for him to easily reach you. Quietly, he had been keeping up with your life, watching from a distance.

A rush of mixed emotions hit you: surprise, confusion, and something you couldn’t quite name.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Nate’s voice broke the silence. “Where’s Uncle Bucky?”

You glanced around, noticing for the first time that the house was unusually quiet. “He’s not here?”

“He went for a run,” Nate said, already snuggling into his bed.

“This late?” you muttered, furrowing your brow.

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Bucky’s feet pounded against the pavement as he ran through the night, each stride a desperate attempt to clear his cluttered mind. The cool air wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, but the unease gnawed at him. He needed this release, this moment of solitude away from the chaos that had become his life. The park loomed ahead, a sanctuary in the darkness, and he pushed himself harder, the rhythm of his breath syncing with the pounding of his heart.

As he entered the park, he spotted a familiar figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the moonlight—the unmistakable outline of Steve, sitting on a bench by the lake. The stillness of the scene was punctuated by the gentle lapping of water against the shore, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Bucky. He slowed to a jog, then came to a stop, catching his breath as he approached.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Bucky remarked, his voice low, masking the tension that simmered just below the surface.

Steve looked up, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. “Needed some air. Thought you might too,” he replied, gesturing for Bucky to sit.

Bucky took the offered seat, his body tense as he noticed the pen drive resting on the bench between them. He instinctively reached for it, curiosity piqued. “What’s this?”

Steve smirked, a hint of mischief in his expression. “Information about Edgar and Brock's weaknesses. Figured you’d want to handle it.”

Bucky accepted the pen drive, his fingers brushing against Steve's, and felt a rush of unease. He studied Steve, who seemed relaxed, almost too comfortable, watching the night lights dance across the water. The quiet sounds of the lake surrounded them, but Bucky’s mind was anything but calm. This feels too easy, he thought, his instincts flaring.

“How’s your missus?” Steve asked, breaking the silence.

“Good,” Bucky replied, keeping his voice steady.

“Both of you have been separated for five years, but it doesn’t show,” Steve said, his tone casual. “You two play the part so well.

Bucky shrugged. “Credits to her.”

Steve scoffed. “Compared to me… Peggy and I live in the same house, sleep in the same bed, but it’s cold.” At public events, his family looked perfect, but behind the scenes, it was a different story.

Peggy was more focused on her interviews and pushing her charity work. They were still together because of the twins and now, because of the election.

“I always have bad luck with women,” Steve said, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back on the bench, his hands resting on his knees as if weighing the weight of his words. His gaze shifted to the distant city lights, a hint of frustration flickering in his eyes.

Bucky knew Steve’s marriage was hanging by a thread.

“How’s Nate? I saw your wife at school picking him up,” Steve asked.

Bucky clenched his jaw. “He’s doing great. Really enjoyed the snack you gave him.”

Steve smiled at that, clearly pleased with himself.

Steve nodded thoughtfully. “You made a good decision pulling her out of there,” he continued, a hint of approval in his tone.

Bucky’s stomach churned at the reminder of his choices. He had done what he believed was right, but the weight of his decision sat heavily on his shoulders. Did I really pull her out for her safety, or was it just to save my own skin?

“Bucky.” Steve’s voice cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to the moment.

“Yes?” Bucky responded, trying to keep his expression neutral.

“You’re not going to betray me, right?” Steve’s gaze was piercing, searching Bucky’s face for any sign of hesitation.

“No.” The word was sharp, clipped, as Bucky met Steve’s gaze.

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Bucky stepped inside the dimly lit kitchen, the weight of the night hanging over him. You were sitting at the kitchen table, your hands wrapped around a mug that had long gone cold. He glanced at you, his eyes flickering with concern, but he kept his tone casual.

“Not tired?” he asked, moving to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He uncapped it and drank deeply, hoping to clear his mind.

You didn’t answer right away, just watching him as he finished drinking. Your silence made him pause.

“You were right,” you finally said, your voice soft but steady.

Bucky lowered the bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hmm?”

You looked up at him, eyes sharp with the weight of realization. “Compared to you... Steve is much worse.” Your tone was heavy, as if admitting it left a bitter taste in your mouth. “How did you accept that?”

He leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest, the exhaustion of the night catching up to him. “I turned a blind eye,” he admitted quietly, his voice low and full of resignation.

“Bucky…” There was a tremor in your voice, and he could hear the worry creeping in. “If this gets out... if people find out what Steve’s done, it could drag you down with him. Everything you’ve worked for—gone.”

He noticed how tightly your hands were gripping the mug, as if you were holding on to it for stability. The unease was clear, radiating off you like heat. He walked over and knelt beside your chair, gently prying the mug from your hands, replacing it with his own. His grip was firm, but there was an unspoken apology in his touch.

“I know,” he said, his voice softening. “This is the price I have to pay.”

Your brows furrowed, and you looked at him, disbelief mingled with concern. “Why… why are you dragging me into this? Why make me part of it?”

He met your gaze, holding your hands tighter, his eyes dark with intensity. “Because I need you,” he confessed, the honesty raw in his words. “Your integrity, your sense of justice... that’s what keeps me grounded. I can’t afford to lose that. Without you... I’m just another man lost in the game, blinded by power.”

You searched his face, feeling the weight of his admission sink in. There was a storm brewing beneath the surface, and for a moment, you felt caught in the middle of it. But more than anything, you felt the pressure of what he was asking of you—what being with him meant.

Bucky exhaled, breaking the silence. “When you’re in this world—when you taste power—it’s easy to forget what’s right. To hide behind laws and deals, to justify anything for the sake of winning. Steve… he’s always been a man with a plan. And when you’re up here, it’s hard to resist.”

You shook your head, the enormity of the situation hitting you. “If this leaks, it’s not just you, Bucky. It could destroy everything, even Nate’s future. What happens when he finds out his father is a criminal hiding behind a suit?”

Bucky’s eyes darkened. The thought of Nate—innocent, unaware of the world his uncle and father were tangled in—struck him hard. He bit the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenching at the image of Nate discovering the truth one day.

“I won’t let that happen,” Bucky said firmly, his voice full of determination. “Whatever it takes, I’ll protect him. I won’t let Nate pay for Steve’s sins—or mine.”

You leaned back, processing everything. Your mind raced, wondering how far this would go, how deep the corruption ran. The guilt gnawed at you, knowing you were now part of it, whether you wanted to be or not.

Bucky’s thumb brushed over your knuckles, trying to offer some comfort. “I need you to trust me on this. I’m not Steve. I won’t lose myself like he did.”

You sighed, the weight of the conversation settling heavily between you. “But what if we’re both already too deep? What if it’s too late?”

He looked at you, his expression a mixture of resolve and regret. “Then we’ll deal with it. Together.”

“What if…” Your voice faltered, eyes distant as though you were weighing the impossible.

Bucky felt the tension ripple through the silence. He knew you well enough by now to recognize that tone—the way you hesitated before dropping a bombshell.

His mind was already spinning, the conversation pulling him in different directions. The guilt of what Steve had roped him into, the constant pressure of living in a world where one wrong move could unravel everything… and now you were laying more weight on that already burdened scale.

“What if you became president instead?”

Bucky froze, his breath catching in his throat. He hadn’t expected that—not from you, not here, in this moment. His pulse quickened, his brain scrambling to process the gravity of your question.

President? Him?

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he could only stare at you, searching your face for signs that you were joking. But there was no humor there—just the same quiet determination, the same intensity that had kept him grounded all these years.

You couldn’t be serious.

But the look in your eyes said otherwise.

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A/N: Me cheering for myself after finishing this chapter.

[yilingpatriarchscvnt]

Paper Ring (Part 2)

"I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings."

Gekko X M!Reader

Summary: A popular boy with terrible grades, a less popular boy with straight A's.

Highschool au! Almost all characters are high-school student,Reyna is gekko's older sister, brimstone is M!Reader's father figure (adopted sigh).

"Please tutor me!"

"Why the hell should I? Rip-off Eminem."

As Y/N held kita in his arms, he couldn't help but glance back at the boy behind him. He had turned away at this point and was walking in the opposie direction to him, but y/n could still see his tall, softly muscular and well built figure, his green hair and oversized jacket he was wearing to shield himself from the cold. Something about him seemed familiar to y/n but he just couldn't put his finger on it. The boy shrugged and walked faster to prevent getting cold.

Y/n glanced up at the sky, seeing a blanket full of stars and a cloud of breathe whenever he breathed. it was the beginning of february. "hey kita, for valentine's day want to spend the day together?? I'll buy you all your favorite snacks~" The cat simply meowed and nuzzled into him further. He looked down at ther and chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."

once he got home he set kita down on his bed, causing her to snuggle into the blankets. He smiled, awestruck by the fluffy creature in front of him.

Y/n got distracted by the non-stopping buzzing in his pocket. he took it out to see a messae from his best friend, jett.

Windbuzzer or something

Jett

y/n

y/nnn

y/nnnnnnnn

RESPOND OML

Y/N

Y/N

miss girlie chill </3

Jett

I CANNOT CHİLL

DAMN.

Y/N

what got you so frustrated and excited at the sametime

Jett

Not very fond of this boy but have you seen gekko's instagram post?

Y/N

Gekko? that one rip-off eminem? the disgusting slug hair colored dude?

Jett

More like the "hottest" dude in class

ugh, I dont know why all girl and boys love him.

ANYWAYS-

İT'S A PİC OF A CAT THAT LOOKS LİKE YOURS

Jett sends a screenshot of gekkos post; a white fluffy cat on the ground with the caption saying "who's cat is this? I want it."

Y/N

Huh

HUH

WAİT

THAT LOOKS LİKE MY CAT

Y/N

Oh shit.

I have some stuff to tell you I guess.

Jett

HUH?

wtf

wdym

Y/N

HA

I'll tell you at school

I am sleepy.

Jett

NU UH

HEY

RESPOND

Y/N

DAMN İT

I'LL CHOKE YOU TOMORROW.

♥

Y/n glanced back at his fluffy cat sleeping peacefully on his bed, he looked at the instagram post again, that was definitely his cat.. that mean the boy his saw was gekko? mateo? or whatever they call him. the popular guy in his class, loved by everyone and famous on instagram by his looks and vines and pics. as far as y/n knows he only wastes his time by going to parties he bet that rip off eminem studied once in his life. No wonder why he had the worst grades in class.

Y/n smirked at his cat. "Youre famous huh buddy?" he put his phone in the charger and joined his cat to sleep. "Tomorrows gonna be pain in the ass.." he yawned feeling hiseyelids getting heavier and fell asleep after some minutes.

---

I woke up with a ringing in my head, I felt like someone was calling out for me. "Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DONT WAKE UP I AM GONNA BOMB YOUR ROOM." I opened my eyes quickly and oh fuck we were late. I ran up to my window seeing a... furious Jett stomping her feet on the ground as she shouted to me.

"H-Hold on! Give me just 10 minutes!" I tried to get past through my messy room to find my uniforms. "And you have audacity to ask for minutes?!?" This time she was in front of my door.

"I'm sorry, after spending half of my time trying to find kita I got so tired." I grabbed my bag and looked at the mirror fixing my hair before leaving the house.

It was already 08.18 am and we were running to the school. "I- Ah! HOW DO YOU RUN SO FAST?!" I said through my breathes. We speed up as she hold my hand dragging me, "YOU STILL HAVENT TOLD ME HOW YOU CAT ENDED UP WITH THAT EMINEM!"

"Do you think this is the right time to tell the story?!?" We stopped at the school gate, taking a few breaths before entering. As soon as I stepped someone held my shoulder.

A tall tanned figure with... oh. "Y/N? Right-"

"Get away, you egg shaped head." I instantly turned my head dragging Jett with me to the class. But no ofcourse that boy was following me "I need help with my lessons, please tutor me!" I stopped.

[webslingingslasher]

nerd peter revolution,, i just think hES VERY NEAT AAABDHWHEGRRRBARKEKWJJA

ok so... i've had this idea for a minute and idk why but:::

"i have someone i want you to meet, he's a little quiet but he's the most chill little guy you've ever met."

and being a normal human, you think your new boyfriend was talking about his roommate.

"his name is stan, he's been in my life since i was sixteen, they actually have a pretty long life expectancy."

"well, i'd sure hope so."

his shoulder bumps yours and he grabs your hand pulling you further into the living room, towards his room.

"he's in here, and i told him all about you, i think he's excited to meet you."

your eyebrows furrow, "and he just hangs out in your room?"

"yeah! i mean sometimes he'll go with me around the apartment but he likes my room the most, and sometimes he'll sleep in my bed. i think it's just cause he's so used to it, you know?"

you didn't know he was so close with his roommate, you feel kinda icky. he kept this part from you, it sounds like you're about to join into a thruple.

preparing for what was behind his door, and memorizing the path to the front door for a quick escape if you needed.

the bed was empty, and so was his desk. looking around in confusion, before peter made a gesture to the glass terrarium on a desk extended from his personal one.

"girlfriend, meet stan, stan, meet girlfriend."

a burnt orange lizard, "and what's stan's ethnicity?"

"stan is an orange dunner and as handsome as they come."

it was adorable, how much he loved a lizard.

"wanna hold him? it's okay if you don't, he might look a little scary but he won't bite, or pee on you."

you eye the creature, it wouldn't be your first thought but peter loves the little guy and you like peter so,

"is he super fast like a regular lizard? cause if he runs up my arm i'll scream and cry."

peter's pointer finger raises, "he's a bearded dragon, babe. but, yeah, he can get some speed, but he won't do that, if you put him on your shoulder he'll crawl down to your chest and just chill."

"and if i get scared you'll get him off of me?"

giddy you're about to meet his friend, "scouts honor."

you smile, "well then, i'd love to hold stan."

peter opens the screen on top and coos at the reptile, his hand lowers to the log stan is perched on and he gladly climbs in his owners hand for the elevator ride up.

"hey, buddy. remember the girl i was telling you about? this is her, so make sure you only talk me up, alright?" grinning at his one sided conversation, adored at his actions and admiration towards his companion.

cupping your hands peter gently nudged him into your hold, and like he was told he sniffs your hand and looks up at you, his eyes squint then blink, he holds your gaze for a second then bellyflops in your palm.

"how old is he?"

peter gives a gentle one fingered pat down his back, "six," raising your hand to look closer at his face you give him a polite smile.

"hi there, friend. you mean a lot to my boyfriend, and i've only known you for five minutes." you look back at peter, "how long do they live?"

"about ten to fifteen years, but i read about one that lived to eighteen so stan and i talked it over and we're aiming for nineteen."

"well, stan. if you're up for it, i'd love to stick around until you're twenty."

stan responds by darting his tounge at your thumb, you swear it was a kiss.



[swissboyhisch]

Summer

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elhughes: all my kids back together (ft. the non-biologicals) tagged: quinnhughes, y/nhughes, jackhughes and lhughes

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colecaufield: glad to be back mama hughes

y/nhughes: Love you mama bear 💕

elhughes: Love you too baby bear ❤️

yourbestie: one minute you've moved to NJ then you come back to Mich for the summer. Bruh 😒

y/nhughes: bro you're literally here with me. Don't complain too much

jackhughes: there is always something to complain about when it comes to you to being together

colecaufield: jackhughes I'd being sleeping with one eye open over the summer buddy 🫣

lhughes: Q with the ugly-ass glasses. Matches him perfectly

jimhughes: Why did they all have to come

y/nhughes: you love usssss 🥰

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quinnhughes: Double Trouble back together 😈 tagged: y/nhughes

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y/nhughes: look out Mich 💅🏻

yourbestie: God you're hot

y/nhughes: I need you to clarify which twin you're talking about please. And you better pray to god you answer correctly 👏🏻

user: Quinn is looking fineeeee

user: Can't she just go to Vancouver after the summer. I don't want Huggy alone 🥺

bradytkachuk: Chill Bonnie and Clyde

user: I don't think Brady knows his true crime

y/nhughes: Em hasn't taught you that well it seems bradytkachuk. Do some research next time please 🫢

lhughes: where is my photo creds?

quinnhughes: 🤠

user: y/nhughes is actually so cute

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y/nhughes: \\Summer 23//

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yourbestie: Peep that last pic. Soft launching 🙄

y/nhughes: still single babyyyy

yourbestie: not for long 👀

quinnhughes: wtf is going on here?!

tzegras: that's a lovely picture of me you posted

user: Is that Trevor, Jack and Cole?!

y/nhughes: Indeed. Drunk beach walks are fun!

user: I see why Quinn and Jack call y/n the menace

lhughes: Why does no-one in this family give me photo cred?!

y/nhughes: clout chaser 🙄

lhughes: uh you literally have less followers than me

y/nhughes: check again moosey. The devs post boosted me just a tad

user: that it did 💅🏻

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nicohischier: Off-season is finally here ☀️

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jackhughes: worked hard now hardly working

nicohischier: still working out though

y/nhughes: nerdddd 🤓

user: thank you for gifting us this picture

user: who took it though?

jbratt: boy oh boy this will be a fun off-season

timomeier: 😈

user: That doesn't look like Switzerland

njdevils: oh captain my captain 🥵

user: just random but does y/nhughes have access to the devs insta? That's a very her comment

user: unsure... she's only just been hired so doubt it

user: and suddenly the devs are thirsty

y/nhughes: was not me but can't wait to work with whoever did 🫢🫡

[pokemonxhyperfixation]

Touhou Headcanon 10:

So as said in a previous post, this is going to be one headcanon for each of the characters I voted for in the popularity poll, counting up from my number 1 pick.

Kogasa Tatara: We love umbrella women! Anyways, so the actual headcanon. So, Kogasa is a deeply emotional person who has a MAJOR fear of being abandoned. But, she's also a chronic people pleaser, because she's under the impression that if she doesn't please everyone in her life, she'll just be abandoned, which is her greatest fear.

Sekibanki: So to get one thing across, in my head Banki and Kogasa are dating and live together. Also, Banki does KINDA have a neck. Like, if you pass your hand through where a neck might connect to a floating head that's currently properly still her "main one", you'll feel a ghostly chill. Anyway, so the Headcanon is basically that Banki sometimes wraps her pseudo neck thing around Kogasa to help comfort her. It's a special bonding thing.

Satori Komeji: Satori is somewhere in the Asexual bubble. I know I might be phrasing this is a less than proper way, but you know what I mean (I hope). Satori is one of the flavors of Asexual, specifically one of the more sexually repulsed ones. Related, she can hear thoughts through walls to a limited degree (because I treat her mind reading as a hearing type thing because that's just how shit like that works in my head), and Okuu and Orin REALLY want to make a kid. Work isn't the only reason Satori struggles to sleep most nights...

Hong Meiling: Kinda a hard one to do since I've already posted the MAIN ONES (Meiling and Sakuya are happily maried and Orange from PC 98 is Meiling's daughter), but I'll give another. I subscribe to a weird offshoot version of the Meiling is a dragon idea people seem to like. In my head, Meiling was (and to some extent, still kinda is) a dragon, but at one point, she just kinda... stopped being a dragon. This idea came from a DEFINATELY INTENDED AND NOT AT ALL STRETCHING idea I'd heared some Poketuber say back in the day (2014-2016 I believe) as to why Gyarados wasn't a dragon type, being that some myth stated that if a Dragon is too ferocious or something that it would cease being a dragon and become a sea scerpent. I only really take the idea that Dragons can stop being dragons, and say that Meiling is a former dragon. =)

Koishi Komeji: Koishi has a weirdly high amount of friends. And they are not people you would expect. Like yeah, she's buddy buddy with Flan in my head, and yeah she's also chummy (putting it lightly) with Kokoro, but she has a LOT more friends than that. The two most funny are Wakasagihime and Kogasa. Koishi and Waka became fishing friends, and Kogasa became friends with Koishi through a mixture of their general extrovertedness and Koishi repeatedly breaking into Kogasa's house for literally no reason. (She doesn't believe in using doors.)

Yuuma Totetsu: So, when I read Touhou works, I obviously read them with certain character voices, which I at least kinda try to do in outloud reading. I mention this because Yuuma's has turned into a headcanon. I read Yuuma with... what is basically an up-pitched version of my impression of Heavy tf2, with a bit less funny in the russian accent. And my headcanon is that Yuuma just actually talks like that. Like, she doesn't know a HINT of Russian, and doesn't even know what the fuck a Russia IS, but she does have a Russian accent.

Reisen Udongein Inaba: So, I have a few for Reisen, but I'mma share my favorite, which comes in a few parts. First up, Reisen and Nazrin are friends. Don't ask how or why, they just are. Second off, Reisen has a bit of that Yuuma thing going on where she just inexplicably sounds cowboy-ish. Third, (and this one also relates to Nazrin) Reisen and Nazrin like collecting vintage stuff. This specific headcanon though is about the vintage stuff Reisen collects. To make a long story short, Reisen is an old guns gal. Like, she has a bunch of old as shit earth fire-arms in her room, and she just likes looking at 'em. Even gave one to Nazrin as a gift.

[daydreamerdrew]

Ray Harford, Bob Boyajian, and Victor Dowd (left to right, seated and looking at camera) illustrating comics at Jack Binder’s studio in 1940. They later served together in the Ghost Army.

Comic book buddies Ray Harford, Bob Boyajian (with bazooka), and Victor Dowd training at Fort Meade, 1943.

Ray Harford by Victor Dowd, 1945; Victor Dowd’s sketchbook, 1944

Victor Dowd recalled that Dean Boudreau actively recruited art students (and recent graduates) for newly organized army camouflage battalions. Dowd had known since childhood that he was going to be an artist. "My mother never had to worry about me on rainy days, because I'd occupy myself by drawing." After graduating from Pratt in 1940, he and classmates Ray Harford and Bob Boyajian worked together as comic-strip artists at Jack Binder's studio during what is now considered the golden age of comics. They drew such heroes as Bulletman, Captain Midnight, and Spy Smasher. Under the auspices of Boudreau, all three found their way into the 603rd.

Sergeant Victor Dowd, another member of the camouflage unit, took a different attitude as the journey to the war zone began. He and some of his platoon had a hard time taking the whole thing seriously- at least for the moment. "We didn't really believe the big picture," recalled Dowd. "Until we got fired at and shot. When reality struck."

On board the USS Henry Gibbons, from Victor Dowd’s 1944 sketchbook; Bernie Mason by Victor Dowd

A week after the invasion of D-Day I was with this nice girl, and I remember thinking: "What in the hell am I doing in the British countryside with a pretty girl, when there are guys my age being shot at and killed in Normandy?" And I remember kissing her goodnight and riding my bike back to our tent. And there was a light on in our tent, and somebody said, "Who's there?" I said, "Sergeant Dowd," and a voice said, "You better get in here." And I said, "Let me park my bike." And one of the wise-guy members of the platoon said, "You're not going to need your bike anymore." The next day we were on Omaha Beach in Normandy. — Sergeant Victor Dowd

Gunner Onboard by Victor Dowd, 1944; Sketch by Victor Dowd

Mason and his men, including Victor Dowd, were issued ammunition, and they loaded their dummies onto a C-47 cargo plane. Mason still had a hangover when they took off the following morning for Normandy. Dowd was surprised to find that some of their fellow passengers were women. He asked what they were doing there. They told him they were nurses and that after the plane offloaded its cargo, they would be caring for the severely wounded men who were going to be loaded aboard and rushed back to England. It was a chilling foretaste of the scene that awaited them in France.

They all found it a shock to be plunged so suddenly into a war zone. The plane landed on a metal mesh runway that engineers had just built behind Omaha Beach. Litters of wounded men waited alongside the runway, and the sounds of machine gun fire could be heard in the distance. One of the first things they saw was a sign that said "Beware of Mines." Dowd was struck by "the wild difference between last night, when I was in the lovely, quiet, serene countryside, and the grim reality of today.” The bodies of many German soldiers lay unburied nearby. Dowd and Mason both gawked at a cow impaled upside down in a tree, more than thirty feet in the air, thrown there by the violence of an explosion. Private Irving Stempel leaned against a wheel of the airplane and dashed off a note to his family, letting them know he had made it safely into Europe. He gave it to the pilot to mail.

Their first night ashore, they huddled in foxholes as an artillery barrage rained down on them. The only one not terrified by the bombardment was Dowd, who somehow managed to sleep through the whole thing. In a spare moment during those first days, he made a sketch of a German "potato-masher" hand grenade and helmet still lying on the ground.

The assignment of "Task Force Mason" was to assist the 980th Artillery, the first heavy-artillery battalion to land in France. It was operating near the town of Sainte-Mère-Église. They set up dummy artillery emplacements about a mile ahead of its position, in order to draw fire away from the real battery. "It was kind of scary," recalled Mason. They found their dummy 155mm howitzers heavy and cumbersome to deal with. After inflating the dummy guns, they covered them with camouflage netting in such a way that they would be enticingly visible to enemy aircraft. Mason's platoon was accompanied by four men from the 406th Combat Engineers, who set off improvised flash canisters to make it look like the firing was coming from their dummies.

Security was obviously critical. The soldiers guarded the perimeter, and people could only get into their emplacement through a narrow entrance. One day a photographer from Life showed up looking for a story. He couldn't understand why they wouldn't let him in to photograph what he obviously believed was real artillery and went away angry. It was not the last time that they would find themselves deceiving their fellow Americans.

For twenty-eight days they followed the real 980th as it moved up into the Cherbourg Peninsula. The experiment proved a success. The Germans shelled their phony guns on multiple occasions, but the Ghost Army managed to avoid suffering any casualties. During one move Lieutenant Mason's jeep ended up behind a truck that in the twilight appeared to be carrying a mass of jelly that jiggled with every bump. "And it turned out that they were the bodies of dead German soldiers. And the odor was so horrific that you can't imagine."

Sergeant Victor Dowd's experiences with the girls of Paris began in Saint-Germain-en-Laye, where he and some other GIs went to a brothel. "It was a great opportunity for me to draw," he recalled with a straight face. "I'm not Toulouse-Lautree, but here were these women in their underwear. A woman named Doris sat on my table. She had a glass of wine in her hand and a cigarette in the other hand, high heels, and practically no clothes on. And she was trying to entice me to go upstairs. And I wouldn't have had to pay anything if I gave her the drawing. But I wasn't particularly anxious to go upstairs with Doris, and I decided to keep the drawing."

An eccentric British veteran from World War I living in Saint-Germain-en-Laye brought out a motorcycle with a sidecar and offered to bring Dowd into Paris. "I'll never forget driving along the Champs-Elysées and seeing the Arc de Triomphe coming closer and closer." Dowd filled his sketchbook with the girls of Paris. He sketched one girl in a cafe; later they found themselves walking down the street arm in arm. (Dowd's stories frequently involved a girl on his arm. "It sounds like I'm Casanova —maybe it was the sketchbooks!") He heard someone yell, "Hey, Vic," and looked up. It was a kid he used to play stickball with in Brooklyn, now serving in the Air Force. He was hoping Dowd's female companion could provide a girl for him. "That was not in the cards," commented Dowd, and so they soon parted ways, Dowd holding tight to his new friend and letting his old buddy fend for himself.

Luxembourg Bivouac by Victor Dowd, 1944; Aline in Luxembourg by Victor Dowd, 1944

Patton massed his troops for an attack on the French fortified city of Metz, leaving a dangerous seventy-mile gap to the north. The area was very thinly held by Colonel James Polk's Third Cavalry Group (Mechanized). The Germans were starting to pull together after their disorganized flight through France. "If the Germans realized that there were effectively no troops in the seventy-mile-wide stretch, they could have broken through easily," says military historian Jonathan Gawne. "If they could have gotten some of their mechanized units there, they could have surrounded Patton at Metz to the south. This was a very severe risk." The Twenty-Third was called on to ride to the rescue. Its ambitious mission: plug the hole in the line by once again pretending to be the Sixth Armored Division, which was still working its way east. It would prove to be one of the unit's most risky operations.

—

Only twenty-three dummy tanks were set up for Operation Bettembourg. Allied air superiority was reducing German aerial observation, so visual deception was becoming less important. Radio, sonic, and special effects were the key means of carrying out the deception. With the Germans so close, just across the Moselle River, sonic deception was particularly crucial. Sonic trucks operated for four straight nights.

Listening at night, Sergeant Victor Dowd heard "enormous sounds of tracks racing through the forest, sounded like a whole division was amassing. Loudspeakers blaring, sergeants' voices yelling, 'Put out that goddamned cigarette now.' It was all fakery- it was all a big act."

December 24, 1944

Dear Mom & Lou,

Well, we've made a bit of Christmas to start the tears in our eyes. We managed to fix a tree decorated with garlands of Christmas paper, imitation candy canes, cards, and ornaments made out of the bits of metallic paper that is used to confuse things in air attacks....

Then we collected a huge amount of candy, gum, rations & cigarettes, made up several dozen boxes for kids and a lot for families. We then arranged to have a lot of kids of Nazi-deported families from eastern Europe come in after supper and each get a box of exciting things to carry home. Then we went out with the family boxes and took one to each of the kids' homes.... Several of those here tonight had both their parents killed off before that bunch of supermen shipped the kids over here.

You will know that I'll be thinking of you on Christmas and wishing that next year will find me at home.

Love -

Harold [Dahl]

Sergeant Victor Dowd was struck by the sad eyes of two Polish sisters, ages seven and three, and a little boy that no person or present could cheer up. "I can remember it so vividly. He had had this box, and it was open. But he was so forlorn looking, and nobody could get this little boy to smile. God knows what he'd been through."

A Letter From His Fox Hole by Victor Dowd, 1944; Bill Blass by Victor Dowd, 1945

On March 12, 1945, the odds finally caught up with them.

The mission was called Operation Bouzonville. They were impersonating the Eightieth Infantry Division, pretending to prepare for an attack near Saarlautern in order to decoy Germans away from a real attack being planned farther north. By this time, they had it down to a science. Dummy artillery emplacements went up overnight. Sonic and radio played their shows. This was one of their shortest deceptions of the war, just thirty-three hours, and it went off without a hitch until the final moments.

As the deceivers were getting ready to move out, German artillery opened up on them. Private Harold Laynor was standing by one of the trucks when there was "a shattering, smashing, blinding series of explosions around us." The ground shook and heaved under their feet.

Sergeant Victor Dowd was sitting in a truck full of soldiers with his driver when "a shell landed in front of us, and then a shell flew over our heads and hit the truck behind us. And I was thinking, 'Do I tell them to get the hell out of here now?' And with that, the signal came, and we moved. And it was just a case of luck," Dowd recalled years later. "Luck is the paramount word. If you're in the wrong place, you can be dead. If you're in the right place, you can live to be as old as I am."

They knew they had been fortunate, that their losses had been light.

—

"That kind of thing could have happened many more times than it did," remarked Dowd. But he and the others were sobered by it. Deception could be just as deadly as any other occupation in the war. "We could no longer say, 'What in the hell are we doing here? Nobody's shooting at us.'"

Peeling Potatoes with Two Russian Girls by Victor Dowd, 1945

Displaced Persons

Many of the artists in the 603rd, moved by the character and suffering they saw in the faces of the DPs, sketched portraits of them. Sergeant Victor Dowd made dozens in a single day. "It was a really interesting experience for a young artist. I asked somebody to sit, and I did a five-minute sketch, and the next thing I know there [were] three or four people waiting to have their pictures drawn. Some of the best drawings that I did are [of] these displaced people, because they are drawings of arrogant young men, tired-looking old men, haggard-looking women, young women in costumes. They were fascinating and wonderful for somebody who is interested in drawing people."

The refugees were eager to sit for a portrait. "We would let them sign their names on the pictures," Private Ned Harris recalled. "They had lost everything, so to them the simple act of having their portraits drawn was to let the world know they were still alive. It gave them back some of their dignity."

The Old Man by Victor Dowd, 1945

Sergeant Victor Dowd couldn't believe it when he got orders to lead a patrol into the countryside to round up another batch of Russian DPs who had escaped and were stealing food from villagers. "Talk about ludicrous. Now the army is going crazy. They want us to capture Russians because they are harassing Germans. Don't they remember that we were shooting at the Germans just a little while ago, and more importantly, they were killing us?" Searching through the woods, .45 in hand, Dowd came across a Russian whom he judged to be just about the same age as he was. The man surrendered voluntarily, "for which I'm very grateful, because I don't know how I would have handled the dilemma of having to shoot somebody whom I considered my ally."

Victor Dowd had a wide and varied career as an artist after the war. He drew advertisements, illustrated twenty books, and spent fifteen years as a fashion illustrator. He died in 2010 at age eighty-nine.

excerpts, photos, and artwork from The Ghost Army of World War II: How One Top-Secret Unit Deceived the Enemy with Inflatable Tanks, Sound Effects, and Other Audacious Fakery by Rick Beyer and Elizabeth Sayles

[queenlua]

30's meme: 1, 11, 45, 52?

1. What was the first piece of furniture you bought?

my *very* first piece of furniture was a futon whose cost i split with three other roommates, freshman year of college. i napped/lounged/homeworked on that futon probably more than anyone else all four years of undergrad, lmao. we got it from a habitat from humanity sale and it was CLUTCH

my first non-cheapo/non-ikea furniture would be the wooden dinner table i split with my husband when we moved in together. it's SO pretty and nice and i love it so much... and he DEFINITELY had to talk me into it because i have no sense of ~*~interior decoration aesthetics~*~ and was like "do we really need this idk it seems too fancy...." (he was 100% correct and, come to think of it, is responsible for pretty much all our furniture. it's ok, i contribute all the stuffed animals, i'm helping)

11. What’s something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

for years all my skibrah buddies were like "bro you gotta get an Epic Pass it's the only way to ski bro" & one year i FINALLY caved and got an epic pass and... then due to illness/injury i wasn't even able to USE the thing to the fullest, and also, most of the bit of skiing i wound up doing was at a NON-EPIC MOUNTAIN, so. all i got was the warm n fuzzy feeling of "paying lots of money to the evil conglomerate that's slowly jacking up the price of skiing all across the entire world." UGH

45. What’s something you wish you had more time for?

if i had an extra three hours a day i could do job + all my hobbies + get adequate sleep. however i do not have those three hours so more-often-then-not i sleep less than i'd like (and uhhh sometimes i job less than i should, but, don't tell my boss that)

52. Did your relationship with your parents get better when you stopped living with them?

Oh yeah, absolutely. Though I guess there was a little back-n-forth, like...

High school: Relationship with mom was so-so but overall fine

College: Relationship with mom gets much worse. In hindsight, she was definitely working through some Empty Nester Feelings TM and i kinda got the brunt of that, but also, I probably wasn't as nice about it as I could've been haha

First job out of college: Mom's SO much more chill. So chill that, when I end up doing a residency in another city & plot to land a job on the west coast, I'm like "why don't I just move back home for a bit in-between gigs"

Living at home again: BAD idea lmfao. Things are really tense and bad

West coast job: Both mom & I are still a little wounded for a year or two, but stuff's much better from there on out, and nowadays I definitely count mom among my best friends.

(my dad was present through all this but that relationship's always been stable, by the virtue of me being Basically The Same Person As My Dad, lol)

[moodymisty]

okay so my original second idea before the Sevatar one came out more a word vomit than a request so just take this as me sharing an idea I've had in my head and I have no Warhammer buddies to share it with lol

this is a premise inspired by a oneshot I feel like I read at some point but I can't remember where. a human from the distant past, before ai tried to kill everyone and people still looked out at the galaxy with hopeful naivety, getting shot into the far future after their exploratory science vessel gets caught up in some warp storm. our scientist/explorer was in cryo sleep or something so is completely unaware anything went wrong. anywho, but who should pick up on the strange little blip of their ancient yet new vessel?

BOOM it's Trazyn lol. so he squirrels the whole kit and kaboodle to solemnace and ends up waking our mc up. maybe they initially think Trazyn is some form of advanced AI and after some surprise are pretty chill with him. maybe Trazyn plays along for a time, asks them questions about themselves and things from their time. shows them around some exhibits and such. our mc slowly coming to realize something is terribly wrong during their time on solemnace. Trazyn growing surprisingly attached to them, it's nice having someone to talk and teach things to and theyre so eager and inquisitive.

okay I'm rambling so anyway his lil human's life is so frail and short, not even a blip on the proverbial radar of his existence and he very much doesn't want to lose them so soon so he feeds the ctan shard he's got locked in the basement in trade for the knowledge on how to perform biotransference on them. Trazyn rationalizes that it's for the best, it's only temporary, the necrons of course will eventually figure out how to reverse their condition and everything will be fine. mc may or may not consent to the procedure.

I feel you on the having the no Warhammer friends to share with lol. Only just recently have I actually had people to talk about it to.

But man, Trayzn is such a funny dude lol. I haven't read The Infinite and the Divine yet (it's in the postage still it'll get here one day) but I love how despite how absolutely not human he is, he one of the more human characters in 40k. I mean he's just a hobby collector with a bit of a morose spin.

I imagine he's one of the few characters who'd despite being 'above' humanity in terms of pretty much anything, he'd probably be willing to kinda show off in a way. Tour his collection, chat about all the things he's seen. I mean if I was about to be frozen, I'd love to at least take a gander at the 40k British museum first.

Talk about a wide ride though, I mean thinking he's an AI would make the most sense because that would be a trip having to learn what a Necron actually is. Poor human has been thrown around enough.

But awwwww, Trazyn and his little out of time human <3 All things considered it's kinda cute.

Also thanks for sending in requests for not only letting me go apeshit about Blood Angels but ALSO Sevatar??? My crops are green and lush.

[telomeke-bbs]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you-meme!

Got tagged by @tiistirtipii at this post here and @inventedfangirling at this post here. Thanks for tagging me! 🥰 (And sorry I've taken so long to respond. 🤦‍♂️)

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

You can call me Tel. I love writing, languages, linguistics, and learning about different cuisines and cultures. I live right in the middle of Southeast Asia.

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I started watching Bad Buddy almost from the start, after a friend told me Ohm had a new series out. I went into it pretty blind, not knowing anything at all about its history or genesis. I'd liked Ohm's work in He's Coming to Me and was open to more from him, not thinking the series would be anything more than your run-of-the-mill BL. And was I ever wrong! I think BBS sort of grew slowly on me for the first few episodes, but it really took hold after Nanon's single tear at the end of Ep.4. And I lost it after The Kiss at the end of Ep.5, of course. The no-holds barred obsession really set in after I realized this wasn't any ordinary BL; it works on so many levels and the intelligence with which it was crafted is formidable.

Favourite ship/s

PatPran does it for me.

Favourite character/s

Love them all, but introvert Pran with his protective walls, defensive rituals and surreptitious signposting of his emotional state with doodles and symbols really struck a chord. Pre-Ep.10 Pran was like an extreme version of younger me, I sometimes think.

Favourite episode/s

Episode 11 – I love everything about the beach, and the two of them alone by the sea was like my idea of paradise. But I nodded sagely along when BBS gently pointed out that their beachside idyll was just a temporary respite and that paradise doesn't exist on Earth.

Favourite scene/s

Oof. So many. My all-time favorite is the opening scene of Episode 5 (see this link here for why) because it was layered so deep with meaning and messaging, beneath the happy surface theatrics. I sometimes think of BBS as one giant and intricate puzzle, and if you find and fit together the right puzzle pieces it reveals so much more to you. The amazing thing is that it kept doing this over and over again. Like how many themes and allegories can this one series have? But if you want to disregard all of that and just enjoy it as a well-crafted BL with stellar acting, you can too. And that is also part of its magic.

Some other scenes that still give me the chills:

Deeply-pining Pran looking on at an oblivious Pat sleeping peacefully in Ep.4 [4/4]; I've been there and I know exactly how his heart must have been rent in two at that moment.

The Kiss in Ep.5 of course.

Pat finding out in Ep.10 that Ming wasn't the unimpeachable hero that he thought he was.

Pran missing Dissaya in Ep.11 (this is because I still miss my late mom with all my heart; the grief is going to be a forever guest there I fear – you just learn to pack it away in a box and put it away in a quiet room in your heart, but it breaks free every now and then, just to stare at me silently with its unknowable face).

When Our Song plays in Ep.11 (especially when Uncle Tong does his voiceover and the soaring guitar solo kicks in, and then we see Pat and Pran back in front of their houses, bracing themselves to face their families again).

Ah that award-winning scene on the balconies in Ep.12, when Pat and Pran indulge in a joyful, all-smiles tin-can conversation for old times' sake, play-acting at being strangers, and then dastardly Director Aof toys with our hearts once again and has the music crescendo as he morphs them back into their kiddie selves dressed in the same clothes to show us that the bond between the two scamps had always been there, forged since childhood, and that they were never really enemies throughout it all. And amidst the nostalgia we're suddenly engulfed in a wave of bittersweet emotions imagining all the what-ifs and if-onlys and what-might-have-beens had those poor little tykes not been forced into that meaningless rivalry by their warring parents. But as the camera pans away we hear their young voices piping in the night, still innocent and so full of hope, reminding us that when those two little boys grew up they still managed to find a way to triumph over all the pitiless hurt imposed on them. And how privileged we were to have been able to share in the story of their journey.

One thing you would change about the show if you could

I've thought so much about this show, it's not just one thing. And don't get me wrong; I'm not tearing it down or hurling brickbats at this series I love so much. It just irks the Perfectionist Pran side of me that something so beautiful, deep, intelligent and heartfelt also has its little flaws here and there.

I think they could have done a better job helping us understand how and why PatPran's competitive dynamic launched them so suddenly into the madcap bet in Ep.7. The cinematography was inconsistent in a lot of parts. The English subtitling (especially of Ep.5) could have clarified some things, but instead made them more confusing. And Pat getting shot may have been necessary on an intellectual level, to nod at some trope, theme or other literary preoccupation perhaps. But the narrative didn't really need that moment of conflict and I felt BBS tipped over into unnecessary melodrama at that point.

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

I adore the analysis, meta and backgrounding of BBS that you can find on Tumblr. So many intelligent, creative people looking at this show, but those that spring to mind:

@airenyah @bengiyo @chickenstrangers @dribs-and-drabbles @dudeyuri @grapejuicegay @inventedfangirling @kenmakaashi @lovelyghostv @lurkingshan @lurkingteapot @miscellar @neuroticbookworm @pandasmagorica @ranchthoughts @recentadultburnout @waitmyturtles

Fan art also by @hereforlou and @kit-teung. 😍

I've probably forgotten so many others, please forgive me if I have; if I've liked and reblogged your work it means that you've touched me with your intelligence and output and I'm automatically a fan.

What are your favourite fanworks you've made?

I mostly post observations and findings from research about the show, so they're not works of fiction or visual art, just essays really. They're all special to me in different ways, but I lean most to the one that talks about the etymology of Pat and Pran's chue lens, what they mean semantically and what they mean for the series (write-up linked here):

My post about the Ep.1 scene in front of Khun Noppharnach's Pharmacy (linked here) was another one where the pieces of the BBS logic puzzle fell into place in a way that satisfied my gameplaying side:

I'm also chuffed about my location posts (linked here; have identified almost all of them, such is the power of the Internet), finding out that the jeep in khanom jeep dumplings also means to court (linked here), and tracking down Baseball Mom (linked here).

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A song that makes you think of BBS (not in the show)

My obsessive mind can't let go of this song (I've written about it several times now) but Never (ไม่เคย) by 25Hours devastatingly captures the quiet grief over losing that special someone in your life (and tells us what Pat must have been going through post-separation from Pran in high school). Pat mentions it at Ep.5 [3I4] 0.35 but it isn't played in the show. I've got it on repeat now, and am well on my way to memorizing the lyrics.

Onward tagging:

@airenyah @bengiyo @chickenstrangers @dribs-and-drabbles @dudeyuri @grapejuicegay @hereforlou @inventedfangirling @kenmakaashi @kit-teung @lovelyghostv @lurkingshan @lurkingteapot @miscellar @neuroticbookworm @pandasmagorica @ranchthoughts @recentadultburnout @waitmyturtles

No pressure to play if you don't want to, or have already done it. But do tag and let the rest of the BBS fandom know if you have responses for us to read! 😍

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[f1-disaster-bi]

I've justed muted my telly now and grabed my dog, she has to endure cuddles now 😂

I'm sure she will love the cuddles!

I'd be cuddling my cat if I was back in Ireland and with my family. He actually likes to chill on my lap during sessions and races. The sounds of the car lull him to sleep and he's my little race buddy 🥹

Right though I have replaced the pillow with a blanket because I need the pillow for under my head and this way I can pull the blanket over my face if needed 😂😂

[sillygoofyqueer]

The Untamed review: Episode Five!!!!!

long intro les gooo

Why do father and father have to fight??

Hahaha, he smiles so cheekily whenever he sees Wangji

He dusted off his sleeve for him, 100% boyfriend material

"let me tell you something, I heard something-" *gets fucking snatched by his boyfriend*

off to the library pavilion I guess

So peaceful, just wait

Haha, look at how Wei Wuxian is sat

(Three minutes in and I'm distracted by ice cream)

Wei Wuxian just looks tired and bored hahs

What is this man doing, his back must be in so much pain

The little sigh and the head in his handdddd, he's just as in love, neither of them even realise

Wei Wuxian, what are you planning

You're just complimenting him now

HAHA THE FULL ON GLARE

"you can call me the same!!!" Oh, Lan Wangji wants to

He doesn't hate you, he's just gay and can't admit it

You're so pathetic, Wuxian, I love it

You sneaky little bastard

Don't place the blame on him, you gremlin

FUCK, MORE WRITING

He's so sincere leave him slone

He'd love to see you kneel WHO SAID THAT. WHO THE HELL SAID THAT?!?

His silly little giggle, and then the crying of not being able to speak

WEN NING MY SON.

WEN QING MY DAUGHTER.

BOTH WENS I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH. SHE HAS SO MUCH PRESSURE ON HER.

They're such good siblings

Wen Ning, you little guy 😔 WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?!?!!

Let them just be happy, they deserve it

Bro's reading while Wuxian is giggling and having the time of his life. Don't think I'd didn't see that little glance, Wangji, hehehe

THE SMILE AAAUUUGHHH

He drew something for you, LOOK AT IT

The little glance in his direction!!!

Sobbing, they're in love, they're in love.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA THEY KEPT IT IN

Lan Wangji looks ready to pop a blood vessel

"outside, then we'll duel" "Haha! No."

He's so fucking dramatic, I love him so

EXCUSE MEEEE???? DID YOU JUST..... CURSE????

He is literally just about to go feral. Boutta cry.

Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian are such besties.

Jiang Cheng is such a brother

Hahahaha, "did you say my name" "I ain't no snitch"

Jiang Cheng does not want to be involved

EYO SMOKE????

Nie Huaisang is sooo knowledgeable

Bro's flicking his nose to get thoughts

Nahhh, Wangji is so ready to pop a vessel. And Xichen's grin at his name hahaha.

Just you wait buddy boy. Just you wait.

SU SHE CAN SUCK MY DIIIICK. He's fine for now though.

Oooooh, Caiyi town!!!

You ain't ready for that level of responsibility, Su She

They're soooo serious

You're not my jiejie????

Jiang Cheng grinning when Wen Qing notices him hehehe

"I'm here too 🥺"

YANLI ARE YOU OKAY??? ARE YOU GOING TO BE A HOMOSEXUAL WITH WEN QING

That's right, they're a family too

Wen Qing is getting both the Jiangs my god

Hehehehehe, you're sneaks

WEN QING IS WITH THEM!!!!!

Lan Wangji, you want him there

Lan Xichen is literally setting them up

THAT'S RIGHT, WEI WUXIAN, STAND UP FOR QING!!!!

WEI WUXIAN, YOU ARE LITERALLY THE BEST. YOU ARE LITERALLY COLLECTING PEOPLE AT THIS POINT HAHAHA

Lan Xichen, you sweetheart

"why'd you let him come? 😔" "You looked like you wanted him to come" XICHEN YOU ARE IN CHARGE OF OUR SHIP, GUARD IT WELL

"don't you want them to come?" Literal silence from Wangji

Wuxian and Wangji hahaha

Don't be mean to hiiimmmmm, he's giving you lore

"Eating humans??? Not my water spirits"

The ships sinking??? BLACK WATER SINKING SHIPS??? False alarm, wrong show 😔

The way he rushes over to chat to Lan Wangji

"you're so boring 😔😔😔😔" he's like a stroppy child. I'd sleep

IT'S BEHIND YOU, oh, he's gone

Bro is literally drinking on a case, he has no chill

Wen Qing, you're so suspicious right now

Jiang Cheng, in kind terms, is telling Wuxian to shut up

Bro, stop offering him alcohol

Now Lan Xichen is acting suspicious and even Lan Wangji picked up on it

HAHAAHAHAHA WANGJI WHAT THE FUCK HAHAHAHAHAAAA

I'd be so pissed if someone did that with my alcohol.

Bit misty, innit?

Y'all are the scariest things in the mist

Wei Wuxian, you mustn't look so eager around Wangji, it's not a good look on you

The Wens just chilling in a boat together

Wuxian, my lord!!! You saved him!!

Show offffff

He looks so proud of himself, and he immediately doesn't want to upset Wangji

SHOULDER BUMP, THAT'S FUCKING ADORABLE

Stop it with your lack of gayness, it's not fooling anyone

Ewwwww, what the fuck is that seaweed

Kill it with fire

"what's the name of the sword?" "Whatever" I love that you're trying, Wangji

HE JUST EXPLAINED IT, IT'S NOT HIS FAULT

The fog thickens

Wen Ning you're so pretty

Fucking seaweed AGAIN

JIANG CHENG WAS HURT 😔

Wen Qing so willing to help. Awwwwwwhhh.

I understand why people ship them now, it made no sense from the book perspective

Wen Qing you're so pretty

I love how Wen Ning immediately pulled his sword out

"what's good, y'all?"

EW, SEAWEED

Shit, the seaweed is smart

They're all on high alert now

I didn't even know that water ghosts did that

HAHA, THERE GOES YOUR SWORD

Someone help Su She, he's hopeless

WEN NING WHY ARE YOUR EYES CLOSED LMAO

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH WEN NING YALL????

Woah, Wangji so smart and strong ☺️🤭

"just hold my hand" "nuh uh" they're gay

Xichen, you're the baddest bitch around

What's wrong with my son??? Is Wen Ning okay???

He's just checking up on him

Awwwww, Wuxian, you're sooo sweet

He's such a lil guy, he's so helpful

What's wrong with my baby???

Awwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhh, I'm sobbing, bonding moment

Jiang Cheng aw, what you looking for...ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT QING??? YOU SLY DOG

Wei Wuxian snacking hehehe

Wen Ning is such a little guy, look at him pointing

Wangji said that Wuxian had a point to Xichen, he's such a little simp

Nice catch, such a waste though

JIANG CHENG'S LITTLE SMILE!!!!!!

DID WANGJI JUST BUY ALCOHOL, OR WAS IT WANGJI?????

[sig-got-a-gun]

I can't sleep, so let's talk about Enderman!

They are one of my favourite mobs, I love seeing them out in the world and have woken up to one inside my base once. They chilled on the main floor for about five minutes holding a grass block before they teleported away. Very polite guest, 20/10 would have them over again. - Enderman Anon

Yessss endermen are so cool.

I used to make all my bases 3 or 4 tall so that endermen could pop in if they wanted. I love having them as houseguest and they deserve the utmost respect. I dont like eyecontact anyways so they are great hangout buddies lol.

Theyre so silly and friendly and honestly I love their vibe like. If somebody looked me dead in the eye for no reason I'd loose my shit too. And they don't even fight unless you do which is great in my book.

[catscatscatsleep]

Jan 1st : my cousin has cancer

Jan 2nd : my bf said he won't have sex with me cuz he's scared that I'll get prego

Jan 3rd : maybe i shouldn't write a one line journal if I only wanna talk about my bf

(he was so tickley and cute today (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ )

Jan 4th : my bus broke down so I rounded up 2 girls who live near me and got a cab to uni

Then i got stopped at the gate because I wasn't following the "dress code" which lead to a whole lot of administrative bullshit now I am forced to wear ugly clothes. obviously.

Jan 5th : skipped uni cuz i didn't have a lotta classes and didn't wanna deal with the "dress code" .bought a chill game and only got out of bed to make and eat food . best day of this year so far.

Jan 6th : wore clothes which loosely confirm to the "dress code", my fault for being born as a woman.

Went to bf's house after college Lotta kissing then cooking and eating followed by a heavy dry humping session then he drove me home

Jan 7th : pretty uneventful.have uni on Saturday so horrible dress code , lotta coding went home played dreamlight valley.sleep.

Jan 8th : finally Sunday. Finished my assignments helped friends with their assignments.played all day till it was time to sleep,got Anna and Elsa!!!!

Jan 9th : went lil late to uni cuz the bus was late .bf wore short to play sports*drool*.

we have hoildays coming up so our teacher decided that to give us an assignment which would require us to talk to a lotta ppl our age so we had to do it before the break and I had to talk to so many strangers it was horrible,but it's over now.

Jan 10th : went to uni and did jigsaw puzzles online then looked for good vampire books,failed, helped my friend do an assignment then there was some celebration which consisted of a series of un rehearsed and repetitive performances followed by a "DJ" sesh where everyone "danced" me and my classmates watched from very far away. Atleast the picture of us sitting on the stairs is good ig.

Jan 11th : woke up stayed on my phone. impulsively baked cookies then spent the whole day mostly fishing online. Then my bf infuriates me by telling me he's watching clips of a sitcom with his buddies which I would love for him to watch properly because it's awesome but that's " too boring" or "too slow" meh meh meh meh meh.

Jan 12th : i didn't do anything important.finished reading "king of battle and blood". Toasted bread played my game and though i would stay up all night and play but just slept like an old person :]

Jan 13th : It's be days since I took a shower but I just played my game and toasted bread again.

Jan 14th : day of festival was woke up but loud festive and cinema music around a bon fire went out of my room and my father was awake so we both went to check out the bonfire and music.

Came back home and mom told me I had to do the colouring of the rangoli.then food, shower, food, ride your wave(movie), food, top gun maverick (not a tradition it just kinda happened) and food again then sleep.

Jan 15th : woke up and had to do another rangoli the food then shopping for clothes cuz "dress code" i hate uni :\ ,Burger King then home.

i was also do this thing where I waited to text my bf the same amount of time he took to reply to me so we weren't talking much but he did not notice so ig I'm the idiot. Showed him my dressess thought I'd model some for him but he didn't even see them fast enough so i didn't. Atleast he talked to me at night i.e. he was replying fast enough to hold a conversation.

Jan 16th : woke up late than usual still had to do rangoli for the last day of festival so no more. Fluffy food, the rangoli, pineapple, shower, food, more sleep, bread(i don't not know how to use broil), dreamlight + tamako market, dinner, dreamlight ,

Ahum January is over and i completely forgot about this

So i just decided to dump this here

[beyourownanchor6]

Thank you so much my friend! I'm planning a chill bday. Gonna indulge in some of my favorite foods, watch a movie, maybe play some videogames... and i'm glad you love dudette! "dude" is gendered and I try to respect people's pronoums always so since you go by she/her I had to find the female of dude. Apparently dudette was big in the 90s.

I agree Dylan hasn't made a bad movie! I'd say my favorite is The First Time, because it's the first movie of his that I saw. Also i was heartbroken he didn't come back for the tw movie lmao. Oooh what movie was that? I love lifetime movies and a good villain, something tells me she'd play a great villain. She has the range.

Oooh a vacation! Nice!! I hope you have fun doing nothing for a bit. I'm a big snacker too and that's a great snack list!

Ok, next question: favorite ships. Specifically on 911 and tw, but really any fandom. (sorry if I already asked this, i have pretty bad memory lol). Also do you like disney movies? What is your favorite?

ooh that sounds like the perfect bday! it’s always nice to just relax and do some of your favorite things. i feel like people don’t use dudette enough lol. and love that it was popular in the 90’s since i’m a 90’s girly (gn)

love the first time! it was one of the first i saw of his as well. i will always be devastated that stiles and theo weren’t in the tw movie 🥲 i also really love dylan in love and monsters. the lifetime movie with holland is called: obsessed to death. always love me a good lifetime movie lol

thanks! i’m looking forward to relaxing and refreshing 🤗

oohh let’s see, and it’s ok i have a terrible memory too lol. for 9-1-1 i’m pretty basic. buddie ofc, love me some madney and henren. idk what their ship name is but i loved david and michael (bring them back please!!) for tw: thiam ofc, as much as i love sterek i’m a stydia girly at heart. scalison but also allisaac. love jethan and morey and whatever the ship is for melissa and argent. ngl tw is one of the few shows i multi-ship with. thiam is probably my otp but everyone else i ship with multiple people 😅

disney movies: i prefer more of the classic ones mostly. i’ve seen aristocats and 101 dalmations (animated) way too many times to count. other notable favorites are: monsters inc/sleeping beauty/toy story (the second is my favorite)/fantasia (i know i’m weird lol) /lilo & stitch/finding nemo/nbc/tarzan…thats all i can think of off the top my head lol

[sleepyone2three]

1. Uta, as long as she isn't trying to trap everyone, it could make for a super fun show. And I don't need the stress of getting kicked out because of Brook asking to see people's panties.

2. I guess Zoro's bill since Luffy could eat an entire town's worth of food. But more than likely, it's gonna end up with me either washing dishes or trying to skip out on the bill because I'm broke 💔

3. I don't know much about Killer at this point since I'm still pre-timeskip, so I'm tempted to say him out of pure curiosity towards his character. I'm also more of a homey recipe type of person and Killer gives off that vibe. Plus, I hear he likes spaghetti, so we can compare recipes.

4. Roger because at least he won't crush the phone just trying to hold it.

5. Rayleigh. Going drinking with Shanks probably means partying all night with the whole crew, and I'm not much of a drinker in the first place, nor am I good with large groups of people. Just sharing a drink and chatting at Shakky's doesn't sound bad though.

6. Originally, I was going to say Nami. But the more I think about it, the more I realize Perona would be a dope shopping buddy. We both like cure things so we could go look at plushies somewhere and then loiter in hot topic. Plus, I'm less likely to be relegated as the bag carrier if Kumacy is still around 👌

7. Ask Smoker for the day off. Small talk is already painful enough, but awkward small talk is the absolute worst. Besides, Smoker seems tough and gruff, but he obviously cares about his people. Might be intimidating as hell, but the worst I'd expect in that situation is a gruff.

8. I've only known Bepo for Sabadoy Island, but I love this guy already. Let's have a nice chill time and make Law something to hopefully help with his sleep schedule. I do wonder about the implications of a bear building a teddy bear, though.

9. I actually just skipped my 10-year high school reunion, so going to someone else's sounds kinda fun.

10. I haven't actually met either of these characters, but I have read/heard enough about them to know either option isn't great. I guess I'll choose to marry Big Mom though. At least then I can adopt her kids and try to show them what a loving parental figure actually looks like.

11. Chick flicks with Koby for dayyyyys.

12. Drake. I'm currently still in Impel Down story wise and haven't gotten a chance to really meet Marco for more than a couple seconds. Plus, I'm standing by my current thought process of him being a high-ranking marine turned pirate is just shorthand for dino boy with a heart of gold until the series proves me otherwise.

13. Kidd. Boa wouldn't like me because I'm a man and I have a feeling Kidd would pick an outfit better suited for passing as masculine.

14. GTA with Ace. I'll get him out of town before Marineford can happen 🥲

15. Brush Buggy's hair. It's just so beautiful, you know this man uses only the finest products to maintain those luscious locks.

16. Gimme those extra limbs Robin, just think of how much faster prep work in the kitchen will go!

17. First, I need to know why Crocodile needs help with that when he can literally control the stuff at will. Sounds like somebody is just being an ass to be an ass 😒 But I'll go with cleaning as I have a couple of fragile items that are irreplaceable and I don't wanna play at that.

18. Shop with Franky, no doubt. He would have us build the coolest stuff you've ever seen!

19. I haven't met either of these characters, but I'll beta-read.

20. If you knead me, I'll be making puns with Thatch.

This Or That

Just a silly game I thought I'd make for people. Basicly I have written a bunch of 'would you rather' and feel free to reblog this with your answers, I am super interested in reading! Silly and fluffy ones.

Go to a concert with Brook or Uta

Pay Luffy’s food bill or Zoro’s bar tab

Cook with Sanji or Killer

Teach Whitebeard or Roger how to use a smartphone

Go drinking with Rayleigh or Shanks

Go shopping with Nami or Perona

Make awkward small talk in an elevator with Mihawk or ask Smoker for a day off

Go to build a bear with Chopper or Bepo

Be Shachi’s plus one to a wedding or Penguins date to a school reunion 

Marry Big Mom or be adopted by Kaido

Watch a chick flick with Coby or horror with Shirahoshi

Paint Marco’s nails in phoenix form or Drakes toenails in dinosaur mode

Let Kid or Boa give you a  total makeover

Comit GTA with Ace or arson with Sabo

Do Hawkins eyebrows or brush Buggy’s hair

Have Law borrow your heart or have Robin give you extra limbs

Let Corazon help you move house including breakable things or clean the sand out of all Sir Crocodiles shoes

Art class with Usopp as teacher or shop with Franky as teacher

Have to tell izou he’s wrong or beta-read Deuce

Listen to an hour of bread puns and jokes from Thatch or Barto fanboying over Strawhats for an hour. [He’d be screaming and crying and pulling his hair out]