#jo: kettle

[withbeasts]

@ruinaa.

spitting out water, " reckless! at every turn! "

[sloppypears-ash-sg]

Lifekettle Kids (Headcanon)

Cup of Joe "Rusty Jo" (TK's son), Teacup (Lifekettle fanchild), and Box (adopted).

Teacup is the only one that belongs to me.

[newtness532]

whats worse than doing the dishes is doing the dishes with cold water

[personallbest]

anthony getting mad at simon for being a rake and defiling his sister then refusing to marry her is beyond goofy

[thechanelmuse]

Jackie Ormes, the first Black American woman cartoonist

When the 14-year-old Black American boy Emmett Till was lynched in 1955, one cartoonist responded in a single-panel comic. It showed one Black girl telling another: "I don't want to seem touchy on the subject... but that new little white tea-kettle just whistled at me!"

It may not seem radical today, but penning such a political cartoon was a bold and brave statement for its time — especially for the artist who was behind it. This cartoon was drawn by Jackie Ormes, the first syndicated Black American woman cartoonist to be published in a newspaper. Ormes, who grew up in Pittsburgh, got her first break as cartoonist as a teenager. She started working for the Pittsburgh Courier as a sports reporter, then editor, then cartoonist who penned her first comic, Torchy Brown in Dixie to Harlem, in 1937. It followed a Mississippi teen who becomes a famous singer at the famed Harlem jazz club, The Cotton Club.

In 1942, Ormes moved to Chicago, where she drew her most popular cartoon, Patty-Jo 'n' Ginger, which followed two sisters who made sharp political commentary on Black American life. 

In 1947, Ormes created the Patty-Jo doll, the first Black doll that wasn't a mammy doll or a Topsy-Turvy doll. In production for a decade, it was a role model for young black girls. "The doll was a fashionable, beautiful character," says Daniel Schulman, who curated one of the dolls into a recent Chicago exhibition. "It had an extraordinary presence and power — they're collected today and have important place in American doll-making in the U.S."

In 1950, Ormes drew her final strip, Torchy in Heartbeats, which followed an independent, stylish black woman on the quest for love — who commented on racism in the South. "Torchy was adventurous, we never saw that with an Black American female figure," says Beauchamp-Byrd. "And remember, this is the 1950s." Ormes was the first to portray black women as intellectual and socially-aware in a time when they were depicted in a derogatory way.

One common mistake that erased Ormes from history is mis-crediting Barbara Brandon-Croft as the first nationally syndicated Black American female cartoonist. "I'm just the first mainstream cartoonist, I'm not the first at all," says Brandon-Croft, who published her cartoons in the Detroit Free Press in the 1990s. "So much of Black history has been ignored, it's a reminder that Black history shouldn't just be celebrated in February."

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Do you have any dialogue prompts for a person who doesn’t speak much?

In literature, we can find characters who are generally quiet. Some of them are perhaps so because it's innate, whilst others may not speak much due to certain events (e.g., a traumatic experience). Maybe some quotes from these quiet characters could serve as dialogue prompts. Below are just two examples I chose.

In Louisa May Alcott's Little Women, Beth March is known as a quiet, introverted character:

...We’ve each got a dollar...‘I planned to spend mine in new music,’ said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle holder.

‘I used to be so frightened when it was my turn to sit in the chair with the crown on, and see you all come marching round to give the presents, with a kiss. I liked the things and the kisses, but it was dreadful to have you sit looking at me while I opened the bundles,’ said Beth, who was toasting her face and the bread for tea at the same time.

‘Serves me right for trying to be fine. I wish I’d let my hair alone,’ cried Meg petulantly. ‘So do I, it was so smooth and pretty. But it will soon grow out again,’ said Beth, coming to kiss and comfort the shorn sheep.

‘I saw something I liked this morning, and I meant to tell it at dinner, but I forgot,’ said Beth, putting Jo’s topsy-turvy basket in order as she talked.

‘I like that kind of sermon. It’s the sort Father used to tell us,’ said Beth thoughtfully, putting the needles straight on Jo’s cushion.

‘I wish I’d known that nice girl. Maybe she would have helped me, I’m so stupid,’ said Beth, who stood beside him, listening eagerly.

‘Jo talks about the country where we hope to live sometime—the real country, she means, with pigs and chickens and haymaking. It would be nice, but I wish the beautiful country up there was real, and we could ever go to it,’ said Beth musingly.

...so that is my favorite dream.’ ‘Mine is to stay at home safe with Father and Mother, and help take care of the family,’ said Beth contentedly.

‘If something very pleasant should happen now, we should think it a delightful month,’ said Beth, who took a hopeful view of everything, even November.

‘I don’t see how you dared to do it,’ said Beth in a tone of awe.

‘My head aches and I’m tired, so I thought maybe some of you would go,’ said Beth.

‘I’m so full of happiness, that if Father was only here, I couldn’t hold one drop more,’ said Beth, quite sighing with contentment as Jo carried her off to the study to rest after the excitement, and to refresh herself with some of the delicious grapes the ‘Jungfrau’ had sent her.

In Maya Angelou’s novel-like autobiography I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, the protagonist becomes mostly mute after a traumatic childhood event:

When we still didn’t force ourselves to answer, she asked, “You want me to tell Santa Claus to take these things back?” A wretched feeling of being torn engulfed me. I wanted to scream, “Yes. Tell him to take them back.” But I didn’t move. (An example of internal dialogue)

It occurred to me that she expected a response. The sweet vanilla flavor was still on my tongue and her reading was a wonder in my ears. I had to speak. I said, “Yes, ma’am.” It was the least I could do, but it was the most also.

“What you doing sitting here by yourself, Marguerite?” She didn’t accuse, she asked for information. I said that I was watching the sky. She asked, “What for?” There was obviously no answer to a question like that, so I didn’t make up one.

Stunned but trying to be well mannered, I said, “Hello. My name is Marguerite.”

“What the hell is this?” He hunched himself up on a hip and brushed the pants. His hand showed red in the porch’s cast-off light. “What is this, Marguerite?” I said with a coldness that would have done him proud, “I’ve been cut.”

The lie lumped in my throat and I couldn’t get air. How I despised the man formaking me lie...The tears didn’t soothe my heart as they usually did. I screamed, “Ole, mean, dirty thing, you. Dirty old thing.” Our lawyer brought me off the stand and to my mother’s arms.

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[ottpopfic]

He can't do this, and now he's wrecked everything here too, Leo turns on his heel and books it out of the house.

“Leo! Where are you going?!” Piper calls after him as the screen door slams, but it doesn't matter.

He just runs, and keeps running, just mindless sprinting as fast and as far as he can go. He's going to keep going, just like always, until he collapses in a new place with a new start like all the times before. Or he would if he didn't hear Piper call after him

“Leo Stop!”

Its charms speak, magic the only thing able to push past the need to get the fuck out of there. His legs lock mid-stride, momentum overbalancing him as he careens ass over tea kettle into the dead cattails. He still feels the need to run, the need to go, but he can't move his limbs with the spell on him. He ends up just laying on his back, looking up at the gray winter sky and screaming himself raw into the empty air

“Jesus Christ” Piper pants when she finally catches up to him, hands on her knees as she sucks wind “How are you so fast with those short little legs”

“Fuck you” he yells back trying to kick to no avail “Let me go!”

“Are you gonna run if I do?”

“You don't need me here” he continues to yell, but he's sounding more choked then he would ever admit “I'm just making everything worse like always, let me go!”

“Of course I don't need you dumb ass, but I sure as shit want you, get back in the goddamn house”

“You can't make me” he screams like a tantruming child

“Yes I fucking can!” Piper yells back, one hand still on her knee as she continues to try and catch her breath, the other pointing back the way they came “Get Back In The House!”

Leo goes, she can make him after all

“Never run off on me like that again” Piper berates him once they are both back inside, shoving him down onto the couch “you didn't even grab a coat!”

“A coat!?” he shouts hackles raised “That's all you care about?”

“Shut the fuck up” she scolds, finger in his face “Stop being an asshole I know what you're doing”

“What!? What am I doing?”

“You're trying to pick a fight to make me push you away” she reprimands “It's not gonna work dickhead all you are doing is scaring the shit out of me!”

“Exactly” he cries, half needing the fight, half wanting to curl up in a corner and die “I'm just making everything worse, I brought the shit here with me, I need to go!”

“No” Piper cuts him off “No shut up, I'm done doing this we’re watching Moana”

“What?!”

Piper beelines for the remote “SHUT UP WE’RE WATCHING MOANA”

They watch Moana, it's as good as the last three times Leo has seen it, one of the ones Georgie always requests for movie night. At the Way Station they have an old but reliable projector that's been tinkered into near sentience, casting its light on the wall that holds the building's liminal space. It makes Leo a little homesick, too bad he can never go back

They end up with Leo curled up against one arm of the couch with Piper laid out across the rest, her head on Leo’s shoulder and her arms around his waist like she's trying to hold him down. It's nice, to be held, it feels like a long time since he's been held. Even when he and Cal cuddled, alone or during the movie nights, it was always Leo doing the holding. And it felt stiff, awkward. He would get hugs from Georgie and Jo and Emmi, but they never held him, he never let them

“I lied” Piper murmurs eventually into the still

“Hmm?”

“Earlier when I said I didn't need you,” she confesses, eyes on the singing crab “I lied. I do need you”

Leo heaves a huge sigh and rests his head on top of hers, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to hold her back “I need you too Beauty Queen”

They watch Ponyo next, and then Thumbelina, and then somewhere in the middle of The Princess Bride Mr. McClean comes home. Leo gets roped into helping with dinner, it feels good to do something with his hands, he's starting to feel the prickling in his fingers as his creation calls to him asking to be finished. He pointedly ignores the feeling

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is a chef; Dream, his boyfriend, is learning to cook to surprise him.

Hob is a chef -- he has thoughts on the best condiments; the correct way to filet a fish; where to get the freshest in season vegetables. He started dating his darling, Dream, ages ago. They live together, love together, and really if Hob isn't cooking in his restaurant, he's with Dream. One of the things that makes Hob happiest is that he's found food that Dream eats/craves and that Dream has put on some healthy weight since they've been together.

This is not about Hob though......this is about Dream. Dream can. not. cook. He burns water, well not water, but the pot the water is in or the kettle for tea is always burning down. But he wants to propose to his Hob and he wants to cook for him to do it.

Dream and Hob have been together for the best years of Dream's existence and Dream wants to make a proposal meal that won't put both of them in the hospital or you know is actually composed of food and not the leftover biscuits from Tesco.

So he asks some of Hob's chef friends to teach him. It goes about as well as well..... in the beginning. (So many burned pans and inedible used to be pasta.) But it only took 3 months (4 months -- shut it Joanna), but Dream can make a full 3 course meal.

He's going to propose this weekend!!

So!!!! Sweet!!!! Dream proposing to his foodie boyfriend via the medium of a nice, home cooked dinner is just the cutest thing ever. Hob would definitely cry so, so much.

Surprisingly the meal goes quite well! Dream’s first course of salmon terrine goes well, and Hob seems genuinely delighted! He even comments on Dream’s presentation! Dream is beaming with pride (while also sweating through his shirt because this is the most important and stressful night of his life).

He's done lamb for the main course - Hob’s favourite. It's taken weeks for him to understand and learn how it ought to be done. Jo and Rachel were absolutely despairing, but Dream was determined. Roasted lamb, with nice vegetables. And ok it doesn't taste as good as when Hob cooks it, but Hob doesn't seem to notice! He clears his plate and asks for more, and even pulls Dream down into his lap for a hug to say well done and thank you. Dream wants to pop the question then and there, but no! Dessert first!

If the baked alaska collapses a bit, and if the ice cream isn't home made, Hob neither seems to notice or care. He's busy showering Dream in compliments. Saying that he always had faith in Dream’s ability to cook. He's so sweet, Dream wants to marry him NOW. but first, he has to propose.

There's no funny business with the ring in a champagne glass (Hob would definitely drink it without noticing). Dream just whips out the ring box and asks before he can lose his nerve. Hob’s look of shock and immediate tearful nodding makes all that slaving away in the kitchen entirely worth it. Dream slips the ring onto Hob’s finger and they don't stop kissing for a very long while.

They fall asleep immediately after doing enough washing up for a small army. Hob keeps his hand on the pillow, so the ring is the first thing he'll see in the morning.

And Dream can't wait for another beautiful new day with Hob. But he WONT be cooking breakfast!

[reigningm4x]

how can jos come out saying things about horners case when he’s a whole ass abuser as well…. can someone at red bull actually ban him from speaking about the team/going to races? we’re all tired of him

pot meet kettle and all that. but honestly FUCK jos lmao fuck this moron piece of shit of a man cause what does he think he's doing here??? christian is STILL max's boss. like shut the fuck up!!!!

[glittter-vamp]

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Thank you for requesting! 🖤

Based on the song Wasn’t Me By Shaggy.

Warnings: Angst. Cheater!Joe X Reader. Explicit language. Mention of Sex & Alcohol. Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this up on my lunch break earlier lol

Word count: 1,161

You left the house fuming and in tears. You couldn't believe what you had just walked into. Your Fiance Joe was throwing a party when you were away which he didn't tell you about. You walked into your house filled with people you don’t know, after being out of town for work. You thought it would be a cute idea to surprise Joe but you came home to a crazy house party and seeing something you didn't think you would of ever seen. "Hello?" Your best friend Liz answers the phone groggily. "Hey Liz, I'm sorry if I woke you up but could I crash at your place tonight?" You sniffle. "Y/N? Are you crying? What's going on?" You hear her wake up more. "I just needed to leave, I couldn't look at him." Is all that comes out trying to hold in a sob. "Yeah, yeah...come over but please drive safe. You shouldn't be crying and driving." She says. Of course your best friend would know when you're calling her from your car. "I'll be there in 5." You say before hanging up. 

You make it safely to Liz's house and as you pull into her driveway she opens the front door in her pajamas. You felt like shit for waking her up at 12AM but you just didn't know where to go. "I'm really sorry for coming here like this." You sniffle as Liz hugs you and lets you in. " You don't have to apologize, but what happened?" She asks as you follow her to the kitchen. "I came home early from my work trip. Instead of leaving tomorrow morning, I left tonight so surprise Joe and he had some fucking party going on." You say taking a breath before continuing. "I couldn't find Joe, I asked everyone around the house and they hadn't seen him either. So I went upstairs to our room and heard this noise coming from the bathroom. So I open the door and there he was with the fucking neighbor… fucking on the bathroom sink" You say getting livid all over again and Liz gasps. 

"Wait...the one that you told me about that was always a little too nice with Joe?" Liz asks and you nod. "Oh Y/N...I'm so sorry." Liz says hugging you again which made you cry again. "5 years Liz...we were supposed to get married in a few months." You sniffle. "He's gonna pay, you're going to have the last laugh in the end. I promise you that." Liz says rubbing your back. "I should of listened to my dad about dating a fucking NFL player." You mutter as she goes over to make some tea for you. "Man, I thought he'd be different...guess when you get that type of fame and money you get cut by that shitty cookie cutter. becoming the stereotype" Liz shakes her head as she turns on the stove and puts the kettle on it. "I already bought my dress, that was specially made." You sigh rubbing your face. "Girl, all you gotta do is sell that shit online and tell the story behind it. There's a facebook page of women in your situation and they sell like hot cakes. People love drama and supporting heartbroken women." She says making you chuckle. 

"Did he see you though?" Liz asks. "Yeah after quite sometime. Once he noticed me, I threw my ring in his face and ran downstairs leaving in my car before he could get dressed and even process me there." You scoff. "I'm just saying, when I see him...I might hurt him. Just letting you know." Liz says making you laugh. "I turned my location off, he shouldn't be showing up here." You shake your head. You and Liz enjoy your cup of tea and she tries her best to take your mind off things. Talking about movies, concerts and whatever else but you could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. "Okay, Y/N...either turn the phone off or I'm calling him and cussing him out myself." Liz says and you sigh. " I'll give you a minute. I gotta go pee anyways. "Liz says living you in her kitchen. 

You unlock your phone and see, a sea of missed texts and calls from Joe. You open the messages up and read the messages. 

J🧡-Please answer the phone Y/N. I'm so sorry, that wasn't me

J🧡-Just let me talk for a few minutes

J🧡-Please pick up

J🧡- That wasn't me, just let me explain.

J🧡- Why did you turn off your location? Are you somewhere safe?? At least tell me that

J🧡-Please come back home, I'll leave if you need space

You scoff at the dozens and dozens of messages like those and decide to call him. You take a deep breath and made the call. Almost immediately he answers. "Hello!? Y/N, Jesus are you okay?" Joe frantically asks. "How could I be okay, I just walked into my Fiance fucking our neighbor." You scoff. “I’m so sorry baby, that wasn’t me. I never meant for that to happen.” Joe says sounding broken himself but it really didn’t do anything for you. “You keep saying it wasn’t me, do you have some type of clone I didn’t know about? What excuse is that?!” You roll your eyes. “I was out of character, I had way too much to drink and I wasn’t thinking right- Joe, you are not blaming this on alcohol. I’ve gone out with my friends multiple times getting shit faced and I never even looked at another guy while I was with you!” You snap back.

“Just tell me what I need to do to regain your trust again, you can’t just throw 5 years away of us away. We can go to therapy,Move houses, whatever you want.” Joe practically begs over the phone. “Joe, the only person who threw this all away was you. Don’t worry about the house, I’ll be getting my stuff out this week. I’m Liz can help with finding me a place in such short notice.” You tell him holding back tears.

“Don’t do this Y/N, please.” Joe says his voice breaking at the end. “I’ll be over to get my stuff while you’re at practice, I’ll leave the keys in the garage and whatever else you’ve given me in the house.” You sniffle before you hang up knowing he was going to put up a fight and you just didn’t want to hear it right now.

“Are you okay?” Liz asks peeking into the kitchen where you were crying. “Nope but I can’t allow him to disrespect me like this and take him back.” You shake your head. “I’m proud of you, and of course I’ll help you find a place. I’m only the best realtor in Cincinnati.” She jokes making you smile. Here’s to starting all over again.

[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S6E08: Exeunt Omnes

FINALE!!!!!!

Storylines

Aftermath of Glynn’s death; Stanton leads McManus to discovering Adrian Johnson’s involvement; Johnson is arrested and Devlin is confronted; Querns is named warden of Oz and McManus job may or may not be in jeopardy; Querns introduces the Restraint Chair

Rebadow and Stella reunite; Stella visits Pablo in Ad-Seg ad reads to him;

Busmalis becomes hung up on wanting to have his own biological child with Norma but is denied the option and sent to Solitary for his outburst

Howell is pregnant;

Jackson Vahue visits Oz and get creeped on by Brass; Murphy and Brass have a final conversation as Brass decides to quit; Brass shoots at Vahue at a practice;

Mr Hoyt reveals Jaz is adopted; Mrs Kirk is weird with Mukada; Sr Pete and Mukada find Mrs Oppenheimer, Jaz’s birth mother; Hoyt confesses to Mukada where Cloutier’s body is; Hoyt is killed;

Arif gets the insurance check but is conflicted and confesses to the Muslims about his lies and is beat up; Arif is put in the cage after confessing to McManus; Redding is placed in Solitary;

Torquemada and Pancamo go into business together; Guerra freaks out; Cathy Jo visits Miguel and they kiss; Miguel gets in a fight with the Aryans; he blows off Torquemada; he meets with Ruiz and gives up; he gives in to Torquemada’s promises of numbness;

Sister Pete meets with Idzik on Death Row; Idzik’s death sentence is overturned and he’s placed in Em City;

Suzanne asks Seamus to visit Cyril; Seamus tries to hired Schillinger to kills Neema but he refuses; Seamus tries to stick Neema but gets stuck himself; Neema is placed in the Hole; Gloria asks Ryan not to harm Seamus; Cyril is executed;

Robson after school special part 2; Schillinger’s sister visits; FBI offers a deal with Beecher;

Macbeth play; Schillinger dies; Tobias isn’t charged with the murder; Keller moves into Beecher’s pod; they argue; Keller throws himself off the tier and dies; toxin explosion in the mail room; Oz evacuates; The end!

Sister: That’s not what it means. I’ve read too many mangas to think that’s what it means.

Sister: Oh my… The law moves quickly, doesn’t it?

Sister: What are stundeens? Me: White person word, I guess… Sister: Balls?

Sister: I’m so good at this. Didn’t I say I didn’t like him being on the outside? He had crazy vibes from the start, even though everyone kept saying what a nice guy he was. I knewww….

Sister: (gasp) She’s just trying to get a date!

Sister: Is this lady going to turn into a murderer?

Sister: Why is he getting punished? For a confessing to his lack of involvement in the crime?

Sister: Ooh, 16 Candles moment~ …Wawa, he’s on something. … Oh, no…why’s he doing a strip tease? This is so embarrassing. Me: I knew you were going to say that, lol. Sister: He broke his necklace :(

Sister: Jeez… He’s like that guy in the… with the… Me: 28 Years Later? Sister: Exactly…

Sister: Uh, you don’t look that similar. Me & Sister: (Twin Chortling™)

Sister: Who’s that? Me: Parole board guy Miguel punched. Sister: Oh… I thought he was Chico’s dad or something. Me: Why would Chico’s dad be there? Sister: [“I dunno” sound] ‘Cause of the overdose or whatever… Me: …But why would he be meeting with Miguel? Sister: Because he’s the only one left, duh.

Sister: Why is he always dressed like he’s going to some beach soiree? He looks like he’s… like he's... Me: (Already laughing so hard I can’t breathe) Princess Diaries? Me & Sister: (Tea kettle whistling)

Sister: Miguel better not die! I was supposed to be his guardian angel! Me: I told you he didn’t die! Sister: Suspicious! Is he going to overdose, too?! Me: No… Just watch the episode -_-

Sister: Um, so, am I like a bad guardian angel because, like, Miguel is back on the drugs…? Me: He’s still alive, though. Sister: But this means he’s going to be all high until the end of time? He’s not getting out as long as the one guy is on the parole board. Me: Yeah, but he’s still alive. Sister: But the show is ending. It’s suppose to have end on happy note! Me: Why would this show end on happy note? Sister: I don't know!!

Sister: Didn’t those two people do it during the first execution? Me: Diane and McManus? Sister: Lol, yeah. Why would you leave them alone together? Ew. Wait, so who's going to pronounce him dead, then? Me: This is how Cyril can still live...

Sister: UM, you needa be asking yourself that, mister. I don’t get it, Wawa, what does he see in him? Ughhhhh.

Sister: I mean, I would be pretty worried about the curtains being closed behind her. They’re probably all murdering themselves back there. Plus, half of them are wearing fatigues so if there’s a riot, they could probably slip out pretending to be guards or something.

Sister: (gasp) He’s gonna give the real knife to him and the other guy’s going to think it’s him but then he’s going to accidentally stab the other guy and get stuck in prison.

Sister: Throw him over the edge! Do it!

Sister This is the goodbye? Buncha shots of people’s sorry faces? … That’s disappointing.

Sister … This does not give Sister peace.

Stray Thoughts

The new education program at the Oz is to be named at Leo Glynn

Detective Tarnowski named

Haha, background Chico I never caught before:

Sister Final Final Thoughts

“I’m disappointed” —Sister

Sister: Half of this stuff doesn’t make any sense. I don’t understand why [Torquemada] wants to be like Miguel. Does he not know anything about that guy’s story? He’s been on a downward spiral! You’re a part dude, you don’t wanna be like him. Didn’t you hear him say “I’m tired”? Hello? And why was fucking fish and fowl even on the table??

Me: Did you have a favorite season? Sister: Favorite season? I don’t even remember what happened last episode. Maybe that’s the problem. And they were being really stingy with the flashbacks this time… Sometimes they give you flashbacks for the most inane things… I feel like they just threw away some of the characters. Like they should’ve given Said a better storyline. Me: For some reason I thought Neema had died in this episode, so it was actually a nice surprise that he only went to Solitary. I need to start re-factoring him into some of my post-canon fic plans LOL. Sister: Who’s Neema?

Me: Other thoughts? Favorite characters? Sister: What am I supposed to say? Everyone died… I will say that the lawyer guy is NOT one of my favorites. Hm… Let’s put Miguel. Let’s just add Chico on there, because you always mentioned him so he made an impression… Me: Don’t add him to the list just because of that. Sister: Well, you’ll notice that many on this list are simply people that I can remember. … Mm, Mr. Priest is not going on the list because he didn’t accomplish anything, so I don’t like him anymore. Very ineffective. I guess we’ll add Said. And the gay guy (Torquemada) because he didn’t have time to disappoint. The groups in this show are very rudderless… Me: So your list is Miguel, Chico, Said, and Torquemada. Sister: Yeah, the gay guy. What’s his name? Me: Torquemada. Sister: Is that one word or two words? Me: Torquemada. It’s one word. Sister: What’s his first name? Me: Alonzo. Sister: I’m gonna call him Alonzo. Me: I just call him Torquemada because it’s more fun to say, to be honest... Sister: Hm… Should we add another person to the list? …What about the basketball guy. Me: You don’t even like that guy! Sister: Yeah, but he made it to the end, which means he’s a success story! Me: You can add him to the list if you can remember his name. Sister: (lemon face) …I don’t think they even said his name this episode. Me: Yeah they did. They said it on the TV. Sister: But I don’t even remember the name of the balding friend (Murphy) or the female hack (Howell)… I just remember McManus! I don’t remember the name of the hotdog (Keller)… But technically, if we’re going by this criteria, we can’t add anyone to the list. I didn’t even remember Tortuga’s name. What is it? Alphonso? Me: How about you just pick a new favorite character. Reach back into past seasons. Sister: How can I reach into past seasons?! I don’t even remember the dinosaur (Omar)’s name. Ok, we’ll add the mother... the wife... Sharon! Me: Who’s Sharon? Sister: …Shannon? Me: You can add Shannon to the list if you want. Sister: But that’s not exciting! Me: Why? You added Torquemada to the list and he’s only been in like two episodes—Shannon was only in three episodes— Sister: Oh, really? Ok, we’ll keep that, then. That’s interesting, isn’t it? There was that one pretty guy with the legs and the egg allergy (Supreme Allah). I remember him. Sister only remembers pretty people. We can’t add Peter, though. He blabbed his plans too much. Me: Okay, so your final top five characters list is: Miguel, Chico, Torquemada, Said, and Shannon? Sister: Yep. You can also add Mr. Eggboy (Supreme). And Mr. Priest. He was also pretty. Me: You mean the Reverend? Cloutier? Sister: Yes. With the white butt. Me: So is this your list of favorite characters, or is this your list of pretty characters? Sister: Yes. Me: Any other final thoughts? Sister: I want to know what the poison was…. Who are your favorite characters? Me: Hm… Miguel… Chico. Omar. Said. Morales. Sister: Oh, yes, Mr. Mustache… He had a good mustache… But he got so moody at the end! Me: Would you ever rewatch the show? Sister: …I would hold on it a little longer if a clip came up on Youtube shorts.

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LAST SONG? - Get Your Hands Dirty from Descendants Rise of Red

FAVORITE COLOR? - Blue 🩵

CURRENTLY WATCHING? - I just started House for the first time actually !! Very rare that I’m watching smth new. And in weekly movie night with a coworker we’re watching Masters of the Air (her pick) and Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (my pick)

LAST MOVIE? - Most likely Descendants: Rise of Red. I wanted to hate it bc the original 3 are like comfort DCOM and this one has 2(?) of the original cast plus a tribute to Cameron Boyce (which only made me cut a couple onions) but it slaps.

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? - I like all of the above tbh. I do enjoy a good sweet/savory combo though. Like kettle corn? Ugh fave

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? - chronically single unfortunately

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? - Percy Jackson Always, and we’re still holding tight to HL and Slytherin Boys but that’s a guilty pleasure, whoops

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? - Probably the cast of House bc I recognized Emma Swan from OUAT right away and then Jo Danville from CSI: NY and uh the mom/wife from 911 Lone Star. I have chronic “I know this actor from somewhere” syndrome and I have to Google

Also goodness gracious, nine people. As always these are no pressure tags but here goes: @kaviary-blog @fandoms-are-my-h0me @grandeoatmilklatte @writing-intheundercroft @eternalremorse @ravenbronze @cuffmeinblack @marketfreshfics @applinsandoranges

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Box Meets Rusty Jo and TPOT! Anchor

Headcanons: Rusty Jo is TK's son (inspo from Twitter somewhere). TPOT! Anchor is II! Lifering's nephew. And II! Box is TK and Lifering's adopted son.

Inspo for living Box: C-Draw on YT!

[plethora-of-imagines]

Hello, I hope you're having a fantastic day. If it's alright could i please request a Delgado!Master x reader where the master has gone to the reader's house to give them something back which the reader thought they lost fighting an enemy of the doctor but before they give it back the master confesses their love to the reader but then confesses that they realise that right now it's a danger and that the reader can't know this. The master then hypnotises the reader and says "I wish you didn't have to forget this but you do."

Have a great day

The polite knock at your door knocked you out of your flow state. Slowly stretching you looked over at the clock. Hmm it was only 4 o’clock.

Hmm. Sergeant Benton must be early. You still had half an hour before the Brigadier would want your report. Still, it made sense that he would be early. It had been a surprise to be allowed to work at home at all while sick. It had taken the Doctor pointing out that your desk work was just as easily done at home where you wouldn't make the whole HQ sick that had convinced him. That and you almost throwing up in the bin while Jo held your hair up.

Slowly meandering over to the door, throwing on the kettle while you passed. Fighting back a small coughing fit. 

“Benton, you’re early so I just put the kettle on...” 

Trailing off as you realized who was actually at your door.

The Master was dressed more casually than you had ever seen him. Still in a nice button up and slacks, but no suit jacket or tie. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, and the nice scarf that you had assumed was lost forever when it had slipped off your neck running away from the problem you were facing the week before.

Without even really thinking about it you accepted them when offered to you. Stepping aside to allow him to enter the apartment. 

In a still shocked haze- were you about to be killed? No, why would he have gotten you flowers then- you began to prepare a cuppa for him.

“I- umm thank you,” you nervously started. “But why?”

He thankfully didn’t need you to explain what you were asking.

“A delicate topic. I find myself with a fondness for you that goes beyond even the fondness I have grown for Miss Grant.”

You could only sit in shock. Cups of tea not made, as he continued to confess.

He was so understanding of your shock, gentle while explaining how he fell for you, how he realized it. He made the two of you tea as he answered any questions you could think of. Encouraging you to drink when coughing fits occurred. You couldn’t muster a response to his confession. The small crush you had on him had been pushed down for so long that no words could find their way out of your head.

“Why tell me this now?”

Head spinning as he took gentle hold of your chin.

“It’s a danger for you to know, my dear. So I’m afraid I needed to catch you alone, unmonitored and in a state where I could make you forget this whole conversation.”

“Wait, no,” you cried as he forcibly hypnotized you. Stealing away the last half hour from your life.

Later - when cleaning up two cups you couldn't remember using, you glanced over at the counter and wondered when you had bought yourself flowers.

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[subjectsix]

Megalist of Kip OCs (original works and fan OCs) below the cut. Hopefully bios to be linked soon?

I certainly have more OCs than this, but these have the most lore and presence in my mind

ORIGINAL WORK

BOTAN CITY

KYE

Raster

Phoenix O’dell

Quentin

KETTLE HARBOR

“Blix”

[unnamed still oh no]

Lee

UNNAMED PROJECT (SCI-FI SYNTHPOP)

Linus

Megan

FAN OCs (including D&D/TTRPGs)

MARVEL

Spiders

Riot universe (Millie, Max, etc)

Ska universe (Brigitte, Lena, Angel, etc)

Venom universe (Alma, Aberrant, Spasm)

Wrestling Spidey

MCU

Dezik Vaal

Dodge Dravaar

Rebekka “Bek” Reiger

Apocalypse Opera

Bran?

The Detective

The Wombats, even though they are not my OCs, I have so much lore on them now

Zelda

X-Men

Matthew Carmichael

DARK SOULS

Alnoth of [pending]

BLOODBORNE

Anathema

FALLOUT

Cassius “Cash” Clay Romero Vasquez

Clifford “Kip” Anson

Elora Bailey

Joanna “Jo” Park

Carey Elwood

Unnamed FO4 Synth

SKYRIM

Finnir

CONTROL

Vivian Chambers

SHADOWRUN

Hide/Gabriel Weber

Mitsukurina/Janie Wu

Oval (unofficially Burakgazi, maybe later Farber?)

D&D

Ann Bronton

Dao Didrisk

Ib

Neddy Shieldsworn

Yuri Val

Ink (Ink on Skin)

Puppet Bard (unnamed)

BALDUR’S GATE 3

Vesper

STAR WARS

Knux Seedig (TTRPG, completed)

Kobaq Uoboro (TTRPG, completed)

Lurina Brekuk? Needs rework heavily

Mip Ketwari (& Dome)

Pik Mido

Taph Tosso (TTRPG, completed)

CYBERPUNK RED

Charlotte “Lynchpin” O’Lynch

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07 // series m.list

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Nam Joon’s throat feels dry. 

His brain pauses and his heart drops. He has no words as you stand outside his door, drenched from the rain. Your head is low but when you finally lift it up to look at him, he sees it.

Your eyes are puffy, your lips are slightly swollen, and you... You look so sad. 

It hurts him deeply. 

“Get in,” is all he manages to say. He reaches for your arm and pulls you inside. Instantly, he takes your drenched jacket and asks you to take off your shoes. He excuses himself for a second and goes to his room to grab a towel, a hoodie, and a pair of shorts you left behind. 

As he hands them to you, you stay still. 

“___, don’t shut down yet. Change first,” Nam Joon begs. “Please?”

You nod slowly, unsure of how else to act. Truth be told, you feel frozen. Everything in the past hour has felt so confusing... Nam Joon being a dick to you felt like it could be the one thing that could make sense.

So why isn’t he being one?

You take the clothes and he directs you to the washroom. Even though you’ve been over at his place a few times already, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for his extra direction. As you change, you can’t help but wonder why you came over and if the sudden need for him has turned more than physical. 

“Can we talk?”

Nam Joon stands over the whistling kettle. He turns off the burner and then pours the heated water over a bag of tea in a cup. Offering it to you, you take it. 

“What’s up?” he asks as he pours himself a cup too. “You feeling better?”

You shake your head as you take a sip of the tea. He looks at you a little funny. Tilting his head at you, you let him close in the space between. You feel him put his hands on your waist before lifting you to sit on the kitchen island. 

“What’s wrong, ___?” he looks into your eyes. “What happened?”

“You did.”

His eyes widen. He leans in and tucks your hair behind your ear. You hold your breath, feeling your heart begin to collapse. 

“What do you mean?” Nam Joon says it calmly. Like he’s trying not to spill any secrets but the way he’s treating you right now speaks louder than any of his words ever have. 

You gulp. “Hobi broke up with me.”

“Oh? I’m sorry..” Nam Joon pauses. He would be a liar if he said he didn’t feel a little relieved. He knows a conversation with Hobi would be happening soon... And a part of him weirdly felt angry too. “Were you guys even together together? I didn’t know—”

“He broke up with me because he said he didn’t like me enough to take me away from his best friend,” you choke. “... It’s you, isn’t it? You’re his best friend.”

Nam Joon feels his pulse slow down. 

“... Am I wrong? Tell me I’m wrong, Nam Joon... Because h-he said that it was you. It was you that took care of me at that party. It was you that didn’t want to introduce h-him to me. It was you all along—” you let out a sob. “I’m so confused. I get dumped by a guy that I really liked because his best friend that is constantly mean to me... Likes me? Like we’re in middle school or something?”

Nam Joon shakes his head and denies the truth.

“No, I’m not Hobi’s best friend.”

“Liar.”

“That’s also true,” Nam Joon laughs, trying to lighten the tense mood. Truth be told, he is only just realizing his feelings for you. “Can we talk about this later? I think you’re just tired and hurt. Nothing good will come out of this if we—”

“Do you like me, Nam Joon? Like more than a friend? More than a fuck? I’m pretty dumb but I’m not that dumb.”

The thing is...

Nam Joon is a smart guy but he’s not that smart. 

In response, he pats your head and tells you you’re delusional. That the breakup has you focusing on the wrong thing... That you’re good enough for Hobi and that his best friend is probably someone else like that Seok Jin guy he always hangs around. Nam Joon then offers his bed for the night and you agree, feeling too tired to fight this. That night, he cuddles next to you and hopes that in the morning; you won’t bring this up. 

First, he has plans to kill Hobi. 

Then, he has to figure out what the fuck to do with you.