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wrdlbrmpfd · 2 months ago

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When stars align....

Part Two

At 10.30 we decided to sit in the panel room and at 11 a.m the VIP panel began. I didn't live tweet bor did I take many pics, I just wanted to enjoy the full experience.

But I had to take a pic of Jared trying to take his usual sitting position in the arm chair 😂

After the VIP panel we crossed paths with Jared and Jensen in the hallway. Jared was about 3 meters away from me, Jensen about 5 meters. I just stood there, forgot to breathe and stared at them in awe. Oh my God they are even more handsome in person! 🤩 After I recovered from me being a salt pilar I told my friends that I wouldn't be able to talk to them in the photo ops. All that would definately leave my mouth would be "wrdlbrmpft?" (this was an ongoing joke between us and now you know how my name here was born 😂) My poor friends had to suffer under my constant excitement, I was like a puppy dog on speed. We went to the nearby McDonalds again for lunch and then it was time for the werpire couple panel. Ty Olsson and DJ Qualls. Oh my they are so sweet together 🤩 I just realized I didn't take a pic of them on stage 🥺 Neria and I had to leave the panel 15 minutes early bc we had our Jensen ops. And again we stood in a very long line....but finally we made it into the op room. I watched Jensen the whole time till it was my turn. I went up to him and to my utter delight I was able to speak! "Hi Jensen, can we please do something like this?" and I showed him my op reference pic (the Stella hug JoJo marshmallow did with Jared) He looked at me "Hi, of course" and then I was in his embrace and I kinda blacked out. I remember that the fabric of his flanell felt soft but that's about it. Afterwards I thanked him and he said "Your welcome" with a light smile. Folks - I've hugged Jensen Ackles and I survived! Yay!

The op

After Jensen's op we went back to the panel room in hope of catching the rest of Mark S' panel but it hadn't even begun at the time we got back. So we've got lucky and saw his whole panel (which was cut short due the delay of schedule). As usual Mark strolled through the audience and walked right by me

After Mark the next panel were Osric and Sahin and then the Jared solo panel. 🥰 We all had the Thank you sheets which were handed out to us and we held up as soon as Jared entered the stage.

Wow. That was a sight to behold! A sea of white sheets hold up into the air and loud cheering for my tall boi 😍 And to see Jared so moved by it 🥹 The only pic I took at his panel. The rest I just enjoyed fully.

A few minutes before Jared's panel ended, they called our section for his ops. So a bunch of us stood up to leave and Jared joked "Why do you leave? There will be no Jared Padalecki photo ops without me" 😂 When we arrived at the line for his ops there was chaos all around. Two lines way back over the bridge which connected the parts of the hotel and we had to find the right line. The other line was for Jensen, he should've been finished already and have his panel (with the other one, ya know who) but they were way behind the planned schedule. Surprisingly our line went forward pretty fast and then I found myself already in the op room. I watched Jared who just radiated sunshine, focused on every single fan and then it was my turn. As nervous as I was in line when I approached him I felt calm. He turned to me and looked me in the eyes (my brain wanted to shout "oh my God you're so tall and beautiful" but I could rein it in) and said "Hi". I said "Hi Jared can we please do this?" and showed him my reference pic. He smiled and said "of course we can", opened his arms and then I just was in heaven. He felt and smelled so good! 🥰 This time I remembered to close my eyes for the pic and afterwards I thanked him and said bye and he said "You're welcome, bye"

The op

After Jared's op I went back into the panel room to catch the rest of the Jensen/the other one panel but they haven't even started yet bc the schedule was so delayed. So I could enjoy watching Jensen for the whole panel. Afterwards when I was on my way to meet up with Neria (they managed to get a hold of my printed Jared op) I ran into Rowan (@ rowyaboat on Twitter) 🤩. It was just a brief encounter but I've met her ☺️

Then nothing else con related happened. I was totally exhausted and in high pain, so we just grabbed takeout and went back to our hotel.

I spare you the story of the utter chaos on Sunday when we traveled home. Delayed trains stuffed to the brim and drunk and aggressive guys. At least Petra and I made it to Cologne for our ICE with an hour of spare time. We arrived in Munich without further delays and at 9.20 p.m I was finally at home. My body took its revenge, my pain level was so high for another 3 days, but fuck it - IT WAS WORTH IT!

And because I am a crazy gal I've made myself a con shrine. 🙈 And I look at it every day and can't believe that this really happened. It's still unreal (and I don't know when I can afford a con again).

Thank you for reading! ❤️

#Supernatural #spn #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #sam winchester #dean winchester #j2 #purcon 8

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 9 months ago

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The Producer

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 2, 137

Summary: it’s my birthday and wanted to do something fun, alsothis was my excuse to create my dream cast for a live-action Powerpuff Girls film!

Warnings: random celebrity cameos, lots of adorableness, Dieter being Dieter so some saucy suggestions

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“Dieter, who is that?”

“No one.”

Clara immediately popped up waving, “Hi mummy!”

You scooted over and kissed her on the cheek but kept that scolding glare on your husband.

“How many times have I told you not to bring her on set?”

“She wanted to see you.”

“Jojo!” she exclaimed.

“Did someone bring me a baby to cuddle?” Jack Black was already under a layer of makeup to portray said character, minus the big brain. Dieter plopped the eager toddler onto his lap which immediately started to jiggle.

“Pudding!”

“I’m 50% pudding!” Her laughter made it hard for you to be mad. Eventually you took her from the soft clutches of the actor.

“Say bye to Jojo.”

“Bye Jojo!”

You handed her off to Dieter. “Put her back in daycare before we start getting complaints,” you gave her another kiss on the cheek but kept up the stern face.

“Okay,” Dieter sighed and begrudgingly took Clara back to the on-set daycare.

It was a wonderful idea, an on-set daycare. Wonder why it wasn’t thought of before. It was thought up by the writer who had a child of their own and didn’t want to leave them with nannies. This brought several great people on to the project as they now no longer had to worry over who would look after their little ones of various ages. The director herself had a toddler and was overjoyed to have her close by and would bring her little Bianca on set. You were signed on as head of special effects makeup but mainly your job was bringing Mojo Jojo to life. Dieter was playing Professor Utonium and Clara had finally accepted the fact that her father was still the same person even though he had shaved his beard. Occasionally she would still glare at him with suspicion.

The whole cast and crew were very friendly, and everyone got on well. You had yet to meet the writers or producers, but they didn’t have to be on set as much as everyone else.

You read through Dieter’s script and absolutely loved how the film started as the Powerpuff girls were growing up and going to high school in Citysville while Professor Utonium had a mid-life crisis which gave Mojo Jojo the opportunity to lure his old creator into being a villain. But underneath the fun, cartoon-like joy was the fear of girls being made to grow up too quickly and losing childhood. You shed tears over Blossoms speech critiquing those who stole the chance for girls to be safe and not letting them stay children.

Right now, you were looking at the psychedelic set which was having its backdrop changed.

“Oh wow, it’s like Colour Out of Space!”

“It is,” you turned to the man next to you, “Wait, you’ve seen that film?”

*****

Dieter saw you in deep conversation as he left the set for the day and made his way over to the on-set daycare. Dieter loved the daycare as he loved being able to see his daughter almost anytime and give her a cuddle.

Clara had made several friends already as they had similar interests, mostly bugs. Bianca, the director’s daughter, had curly brown hair and brown eyes which immediately made them twins.

Dieter went over to the two girls, “Hello there Clara,” he said to Bianca.

The girls both giggled. “I’m not Clara,” said Bianca.

“You’re not?” he turned to Clara, “Hi Bianca.”

Again they both giggled. “I’m Bianca!” exclaimed her namesake.

“Daddy silly!” said Clara.

“Oh, I’m sorry Bianca,” Dieter said to his daughter who burst into even more giggles. He picked up the right little girl and gave Clara a big kiss on the cheek. Both of them waved bye to Bianca and Dieter gave an interested glance at her father who just walked in as Dieter walked out.

“Hello cupcake!” he carried her out to the car where you were waiting for them.

“You were being chatty with the producer,” Dieter said as he got in the car.

“Oh that was the producer? We were talking about Colour Out of Space. I don’t know anyone who’s watched it and I was so excited to talk about it with someone!”

Dieter mumbled something incoherent but shrugged it off.

“There’s something familiar about him but I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. He is somewhat adorable like you.”

“Adorable?”

“Not as adorable as you. No one is as adorable as you. Except Clara.”

“She can out-adorable anyone.”

*****

Dieter had snuck Clara onto set the next day. He was going to introduce her to his on-screen daughters.

“This is my baby girl, Clara. Cupcake, these are the Powerpuff Girls.”

Clara looked at the three actresses and pointed accordingly, “Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup?”

Emma Myers, Halle Bailey and Shioli Kutsuna reacted the way one would when meeting the small, adorable offspring of Dieter Bravo, they cooed and fawned over her.

You hadn’t noticed all this as you were having another nerdy discussion with the producer.

“I’m sorry, I never really got your answer before but, what is your favourite film?”

“The question really should be what is my favourite film at the moment?”

He had a look that seemed similar to when your husband had discovered you put Kit Kats in something. “Wow, no one has ever asked me that before.”

“I always thought just narrowing it down to just a handful makes it really hard to decide.”

“Exactly!”

Dieter however, noticed this as he snuck Clara back to the on-set daycare.

“I saw you being very chummy with the producer today,” he asked you later at home.

“Oh we were having this discussion over The Wicker Man and wait, Dieter are you jealous?”

“No,” he mumbled.

You put your book down and looked at your husband. “Dieter, you have nothing to worry about. I’m ridiculously in love with you and nothing will change that. If Mike Flanagan showed up with a cheeseboard, I’d say thank you, but no.”

“But you’d take the cheeseboard?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

*****

The on-set daycare was filled with children eager for their parents to take them home. Clara made another friend called Ari. Her curls were golden honey so sadly she wasn’t a twin but her and Clara were best friends as they both loved spiders.

Clara saw her father enter the room and ran up to greet him. Upon getting closer, she realised this was not her father.

“Daddy?”

The man kneeled down, “I’m sorry bonita, I’m not your father.”

Ari came up beside her friend, “Papa!” She was welcomed with open arms by the man who looked like her father. Suspicions were already forming in her two-year-old brain.

You were picking up Clara today as Dieter was still rehearsing some last-minute choreography for the big crazy musical number where Professor Utonium has his mid-life crisis while also being seduced by all the Townsville villains including Him who was being portrayed by Yanis Marshall (aka, the dancing Deadpool in the Ashes music video, the voice provided later by Crispin Freeman and Kari Wahlgren) You walked into the room and found Clara in her one-sided glaring competition with the producer. She managed to break her glaring when you picked her up. She pointed at the man, “Not daddy?”

“That’s right, it’s not daddy. He looks nothing like him.”

But Clara went back to her evil glaring. The man who looked like her father but was not her father could only result in one conclusion.

“Evil daddy.”

“Why do you think he’s evil? He’s a very nice man.”

This man must be her father’s evil clone, it was the only thing that made sense. But it was hard for a toddler to explain this to her mother and the thought of explaining this made her feel tired and confused so she ended up just burying her face in your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you said to him. “Usually her dad picks her up, so she thinks you’re her dad. But he had to shave his beard and she must be missing it and saw yours so...” you shrugged.

“Oh no, that’s fine,” he turned to the girl in his arms. “Is this your friend?”

She nodded, “Spider.”

You both looked confused until you properly introduced your daughter.

“This is Clara.”

“Oh, nice to meet you Clara,” but she was too busy being tired and confused over the thought of her father having an evil clone to acknowledge this man.

Thankfully Clara had recovered when she was in the arms of her father, although he was confused when she was calling him real daddy.

“She’s missing the beard, as am I.”

He kissed both of you on the cheek, “I’m missing it too.”

Clara was overjoyed to see her actually father and not some evil clone.

“Not evil!” she exclaimed as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

“Not evil?” he gave you a confused look, but you replied with an I’ll-explain-later look.

*****

The next day, you were immersed in your new book while on a tea break.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude your reading, but I couldn’t help but admire your book.”

Lifting your head, you came face to face with kind brown eyes, it was the producer who had become your new friend. There was a sort of familiarity to his eyes. You lifted up the book to show the full cover: Golem, Caligari, Nosferatu; A Chronicle of German Film Fantasy.

“My husband got it for me because he knew I’d love it. And I do.”

“So you’ve seen The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari?” he asked.

“Oh yes. Old films just have a certain quality to them modern films can’t replicate.”

“I completely agree. Is it one of your favourite films at the moment?”

“It is but I really like Nosferatu, mainly because it’s an early depiction of vampires. Oh, do you know the film Shadow of the Vampire?”

“Of course, a masterpiece to honour its original film,” you nodded in agreement. “Nicolas Cage produced that film.”

“He did?”

“Yes, he grew up with all those silent films.”

“How did I not notice?”

*****

It was the end of the working week and you and Dieter did not have to get up early the next day, so you indulged in tonight. Dieter was putting his heart and soul into every kiss. He’d been looking forward to this and slowly kissed down your neck. You were running your fingers through his hair, but suddenly, as your mind cleared, a forgotten thought entered your mind. You knew it would occupy until you found out, so you gently pushed your husband off you. Rolling off you in confusion, he watched as you left the bedroom. He quietly padded his way through the house, where he found you looking through your DVD collection.

“Honey cakes, what are you doing?”

“I just remembered something that I need to look up. My brain won’t shut up until I do.”

He sighed sympathetically, “I’ll turn the TV on.”

You followed him with your Shadow of the Vampire DVD. You pressed play and stared intently as the opening credits played. You paused when you found what you were looking for.

“There!”

Dieter squinted at the screen, “Nic Cage produced this?”

“Yeah I only just found out. I don’t know why I didn’t notice this before.”

“No one really pays attention to opening credits.”

“That’s true. Until they point out that there were clues hidden like in Malignant.”

He kissed your forehead, “That’s what trivia pages are for. Is your head feeling good?” You nodded. “Would you like me to give you some now?”

“I’m sorry I interrupted us before.”

“No need to apologise. We’ll just back to what we started,” he started nuzzling your neck.

“I just need to…”

“You put away the DVD and I’ll turn the TV off.”

*****

It was the start of a new week, and everyone was back to work, and the children were happy to be back with their friends again.

Once again, Dieter found you deep in conversation with the film’s producer. He wasn’t jealous. Why would he be? He had occasional immersive conversations with his wife but not lately. You were both working on the same film so you’ve both been so busy with that and dealing with a toddler. The two of you were still intimate but Dieter still felt like something was missing when he saw you talking with such animation in your whole expression. It’s not like he wanted to punch the man in the face, but he liked thinking about it.

You were once again deep in conversation when you saw Dieter approaching the two of you.

“Oh, hey Dieter. Have you met the producer?”

He held out his hand, Dieter reluctantly took it.

“Hi, I’m Javi Gutierrez.”

Yes, that’s right! Javi is now part of the Love of Horror Universe! To find out what he’s been doing, check out @cevans-is-classic because they have this story!

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @glshmbl @cupcakehp @gswizzsstuff @nicolethered @blueeyesatnight @wannab-urs @meveispunk @morallyinept @djarinsimp

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror universe #love of horror #dieter bravo #dieter x reader #the bubble netflix #the bubble

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penncilkid · 6 months ago

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IT TOOK ME SEVENTY-THREE FUCKING DAYS—

I REPEAT: 73 FUCKING DAYS. TO WATCH ALL OF JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE.

Y'ALL, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK </3 /POS

I WOULD'VE FINISHED IT SOONER IF FINALS AND OTHER LIFE STUFF HADN'T GOTTEN IN THE WAY, BUT W O W

WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MYSELF NOW? MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY HAS BEEN ACTIVELY ALTERED AND NOW I JUST— MOVE ON??? /LH

@mr-laveau FUCK YOU, THIS IS *YOUR* FAULT /LH

@venuslove-28 @agentplutonium IF YOU DO START WATCHING THIS SHOW, *PLEASE* TELL ME, I'M BEGGING YOU

NOW I'M GONNA GO SIT IN MY MENTAL CORNER AND BOOHOO UNTIL I'M READY TO STOP BEING DRAMATIC OVER IT /LH

#PK Rambles #INCONSOLABLE RIGHT NOW AUGH /LH #HATE THIS SHIT /LH #I ALREADY WANNA RESTART IT #THIS IS LIKE TMA ALL OVER AGAIN

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trenchcoathunnybee08 · 5 months ago

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No because I just finished Stardust Crusaders JoJo and my heart 😭

I’d like to start this by saying Jotaro was serving in the gambler episode. Like it rewired my brain or something because it was freaking epic and incredibly hot at the same time.

Moving on the episode where Polnareff fights the guy and there’s that shot of him as the stand closes in and he says goodbye is genuinely one of my favorite moments in the show.

Don’t even get me started on when we see their ghosts / spirits in the sunlight at the end of that episode. Like that was so beautiful. 😩

Then when Kakyoin died I was absolutely devastated. I genuinely thought he made it to the end bro. There was just something so heartbreaking about not seeing him get a happy ending.

I don’t think I’ll ever be over Crusaders. I knew as soon as they took that photo after getting to Egypt they weren’t all making it back but god dam did it hurt when it closes with Jotaro looking at it.

On another note i watched the first episode of the next season and am so annoyed at the redesign and changed colors. It took me a minute but i fell in love with the Crusaders design and tbh the new one reminds me of the Simpsons.

Im sure I’ll get used to it but I swear my heart will always be with the Crusaders.

God I loved that ark.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #jonathan joestar #dio jojo #stardust crusaders #jojo polnareff #mohammed avdol #jjba kakyoin #joseph joestar #iggy jojo

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riding-palominos-every-day · 9 months ago

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Another Elmer-focused story idk how this little goober got such a tight hold on my brain-

Medda's theatre was almost never quiet. Every day there was a hustle and bustle of activity, of rehearsals and fittings and maintenance work. Despite this, Jack still found it peaceful. The stagehands and performers left him to his own company whilst he worked on backdrops, either new ones or touching up old ones, giving him a break from having to keep up the usual chatter he did with the other newsies. Not that he minded them, of course- Jack loved his family more than anything. But every big sibling needs a break occasionally.

Today's backdrop was almost finished: a park at sunset, only loosely based off of Central Park. He was just adding the last touches of detail to a leaf, when he heard a very familiar voice.

"Madame, your destination."

It was unnaturally prim and proper-sounding, but the familiar squeak and hint of an Eastern European accent gave the speaker away; it was undeniably Elmer.

It wasn't uncommon for newsies other than Jack to hang around the theatre. Whilst it was usually strictly for adults, Medda often let the rule slide for Lower Manhattan newsies. Buttons was regularly seen helping fix costumes, and Finch loved sitting by the piano, feeling the vibrations to compensate for his poor hearing. But Elmer, he didn't come by the theatre often.

"Elmie, you're too sweet to me."

"Nothin' less for my favourite sister!"

Sister.

Sister?

His curiosity getting the better of him, Jack set down his brush and slipped around the corner to the stage door. There was Elmer, his arm hooked around a young woman's. Jack recognised her as Lena, one of Medda's backup dancers. He could kick himself, of course it was Lena. She'd mentioned before she had a brother who was a newsie -Jack had overheard her talking with Cora- and now that he thought about it, he saw the resemblance. They had the same warm, friendly brown eyes.

"You're sure you're alright over there? You're getting enough to eat, someone's helping you?" Lena fussed, gently straightening Elmer's vest. Elmer tried to wriggle away.

"I'm fine, Lena! I ain't no baby, I'm almost twelve!" He said, although he didn't protest when his sister pulled him into a tight hug, stroking his hair, "...But yeah, JoJo looks out for me. An' I'm eating enough, promise."

"Good. You're still my baby brother, no matter how old you get. You know I'd have you move in if I could, but-"

"M'okay, Le. I promise."

For a moment, Jack felt like he was intruding on a private moment. But then questions started spilling into his head. Why hadn't Elmer ever told them his sister worked at the Bowery? Why couldn't he move in with her? And.. if his family was around, why couldn't he go home?

That last question was one he'd thought about more than once. He knew Elmer was the youngest of nine, but he clammed up if any further questions were asked. Jack knew it wasn't his business, most newsies were orphans or had run away for one reason or another.. but it didn't stop him wondering.

He watched as the two siblings broke the hug, although Elmer reached out to give Lena's hand a squeeze.

"Good luck with the show tonight."

"Thank you. Now you get home, I don't like you being out alone this late."

Elmer rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. Lena turned, heading down the corridor to the dressing room, and Jack took his chance. He darted to the door as Elmer turned to leave, slipping out after him. He wanted answers.

"Your sister, huh?"

Elmer froze, whipping round to face him.

"Jack! I, uh.. didn't know you were here tonight." He paused, not meeting Jack's eyes, "..How much did you hear?"

"Enough for me to wanna know what's goin' on. And only partially 'cause I'm a nosy bastard, but mostly because I wanna make sure everything's okay. You.. you know you don't gotta stay with us if you don't wanna, right? You wanna move in with your sis, that's okay-"

"I can't." Elmer cut him off, his hands curling into fists as he glared at the ground, "It's just- it's none'a your business, but I can't stay with her. Not now, at least."

"What about your other siblings?" Jack pressed, "You got a lot, dontcha?"

"One'a my brothers, he said..." Elmer shook his head, looking up at Jack with a flicker of worry in his eyes, "No, no, I'm happy at the lodgin' house. Why're you suddenly askin', do you... do you want me to go?"

Shit, that wasn't what he'd meant the kid to think.

"No-! No, Elmer, 'course not." He soothed, taking a step forward and kneeling down in front of the younger boy.

"I just want what's best for you, what'll make you happiest. If that's goin' to live with one'a your siblings, then we'd miss you of course, but we wouldn't stop you. An' if you wanna stay, you know we love havin' you around. Honestly kid, it'd break my heart to lose you."

Elmer made a strange little noise, like a choked sob. He buried his head in Jack's shoulder, taking shaky breaths.

"M-Mama didn't want me around." He admitted, in a tiny voice.

And suddenly, everything made sense.

Elmer's arrival at the lodging house had been one of the loudest, one of the most emotional. Kloppman had found the kid in tears, screaming in Polish at the front door and looking so lost and scared. For a while they'd thought he didn't understand English -and admittedly, he hadn't been very fluent at the time- but even once they'd managed to calm him down and strike up conversation with him, he'd never explained his meltdown on his first night. It was the one thing he refused to divulge any information on, even to JoJo or Henry.

And no fucking wonder, his mother had abandoned her nine year old son in the middle of a foreign city.

"Well, sucks to be your mama then." Jack moved back, cupping Elmer's cheeks in his hands. "Because she's missin' out on a pretty great kid. Not that she can ever have ya back though, even if she changes her mind 'bout you; you're ours now."

He suddenly stood, swinging Elmer onto his back. He was glad to get a delighted squeal from the smaller boy, feeling his thin arms wrap around his neck to secure himself.

They didn't speak the rest of the way home, but that was okay. Elmer knew all his siblings -biological or otherwise- loved him.

#yeah the first half was inspired by the millisecond in the proshoot where you can see Elmer walking with the lady who buys a paper off Les #in the theatre scene no less implying she's a Bowery Beauty #newsies #newsies fanfic #elmer newsies #newsies jack kelly

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 9 days ago

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This is such a wild season.

Omni-Man Vs. Bardock was a matchup people thought was gonna be balanced...at least more then Omni-Man Vs. Homelander, turns out it wasn't the case and its been one of the most controversal results so far.

Joker Vs. Giorno was a matchup everyone thought would result in all out war between the Persona and JJBA fandoms but yet when the results came out, both sides were more civil and chill then everyone expected. (Probably also helps that Persona 5 and Golden Wind have been out for ages now so a lot of the hype around them has died down.)

Bowser Vs. Eggman is the best argument that going indie doesn't mean a decrease in quality as its easily one of the best fights ever. Amazing all around and it manages to get better and better.

And now we have the most wtf matchup as we have Fall Guys vs. the Imposters. The game which had a flashpoint in during 2020 but then was ursuped by the other who stormed ahead.

No I don't know what's gonna happen next.

//Firstly, I actually didn’t mind Omni-Man Vs Bardock because I never had a problem with the scaling. Like, there WERE feats in there that didn’t make a lot of sense, sure, but I still thought the result was accurate. It is still my least favourite episode of 2024 though.

//Joker Vs Giorno’s fallout worried me not necessarily just because the Persona and JoJo fandoms are intense, but mostly because the fallout for the debut episode was pretty bad. For me personally, it was kind of like Gojo Vs Makima to me where the build up was so intense, and the episode itself ended up just being alright. I mean, it is I think within my top 15, but I had such high expectations for this matchup, and in the end, it was satisfactory.

//For Bowser Vs Eggman, I think I said this already, but I think MORO is either an alien or a god, because everything about the animation, as well as the rest of the episode, was spectacular. I think I can confidently say at this point, after rewatching it over the course of the last few days about 50 times, that it’s my favourite DB of all time. And no, that’s not because of recency bias, it’s because it’s just an absolute cinematic masterpiece.

//As for Fallmong Us…Among Guys? Regardless, while I’m not AGAINST this being a thing, because it’s really funny, AND I’m fond of both these games, truly, but my biggest problem is this isn’t a fight. It’s not ANYTHING. You get a packet of M&Ms and you took a packet of jellybeans you put them in the oven and you shake it, and that’s what this fight is. HOW in the HELL are these fucking loose brain cells supposed to kill each other?

//My legitimate prediction for this matchup is that it’ll be a stalemate, because the Fall Guys can’t kill, but they also can’t die.

//Genuinely though, the only prediction I’m going to make going forward is that Mahito Vs Shigaraki will be the 2025 debut. As for Among Guys fight, the hell if I know, lol.

-Mod

#mod

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1stthingsfirst · 1 year ago

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This is the Ray side of my previous post about the portrayal of his recovery, in part prompted by @quaintrelle17's comment about Thai rehabs (Thank you! I didn't ignore you, I just took forever to respond).

Note: I use "sobriety" as shorthand. Not everyone who abuses alcohol needs to go sober. Some can drink in moderation. Some need to abstain for their whole lives.

I originally only briefly addressed Ray drinking in rehab. So, the two general ways to stop drinking/go sober are:

Cold turkey -- You go from your current alcohol intake to zero, no steps in between.

Tapering off (aka weaning off) -- You decrease your daily alcohol intake over time until you reach zero/a desired amount.

From this tweet and Jojo's comments, I believe Thai outpatient rehab programs follow a harm-reduction model using tapering and deemphasizing abstinence unless deemed necessary.

Tapering off aims to both decrease the severity of and prevent withdrawal symptoms. Chronic alcohol abuse alters your brain chemistry. Tapering off helps your brain adjust to functioning with less and less alcohol and decreases the likelihood of severe withdrawal symptoms such as seizures and delirium tremens, which can cause disability and death.

Issue #1: Lack of Clarity

Ray is a good candidate for tapering. He carries a flask to drink on the go and his hands shake when he doesn't drink, a withdrawal symptom. It makes sense for Ray to drink while he's in rehab.

However, tapering is a systematic process. You don't just slowly drink less. A professional may determine a tapering schedule specific to you, but the general recommendation is to decrease by 2 drinks per day. When tapering, you should track what drink you're on and even measure to ensure you stick to one standard drink each time.

I would not expect to see this level of detail in the show. However, as is, we see Ray enter rehab at the end of episode 10, and then in episode 11, we see no visible change in behavior. He still goes to bars and drinks beers in the bath and has whiskey in the pool in a tense almost-threesome. We're supposed to intuit that he's changing simply because he says he is.

The show could have made it clearer without dedicating much time to it. It's as simple as a lingering shot of a handout from the rehab center or Ray saying, "last drink of the day" in the tub. Responses to Only Friends have highlighted how little the general public knows about addiction. It's unreasonable to expect us to know that people may drink as part of rehab.

This is a "show, don't tell" error. We have been told that Ray is in rehab, but we have not seen behavior indicating that he's in rehab.

Issue #2: Tone and Narrative

I'd be surprised if Ray's support team encouraged him to casually drink with his partner while trying to go sober. I could be wrong; they could be fine with it. A person could maybe healthily drink a beer in the tub with their partner if it aligned with their tapering schedule, but it doesn't feel appropriate tonally or narratively.

We have seen how destructive alcohol has been in Ray's life: his mom's alcoholism ruined his childhood; he blames himself for her alcoholism-related suicide; he nearly lost all his friends and his boyfriend multiple times; he drove drunk, crashed his car, and had to be hospitalized for his injuries; he was charged with a DUI and has to complete social service (legal consequences); and so on.

Tonally, it does not make sense to show Ray drinking casually at this point. It could make sense to show him drinking, but not in the settings shown in episode 11. Drinking should be portrayed as weightier by now, if not for Ray, at least for Sand when he's with Ray (see my original post). Sand has said multiple times that he worries about Ray's drinking, so it feels odd to see them to chat in the bath over beers while Ray is in rehab. Ray may be allowed to drink then and he may be able to drink for pleasure in the future, but week one of rehab is not the time for drinking for pleasure.

Additionally, from a storytelling perspective, it doesn't make sense to include Ray accepting that he needs to go to rehab with two episodes left unless you then show him either improved or struggling. By showing Ray drinking after entering rehab, it suggests to the viewer that Ray's drinking will continue to be a major plot point.

But I don't know if it is because we have one episode left, two other couples' stories to wrap up, Ray's already in rehab, and they just introduced Boeing to Sand and Ray's dynamic. By introducing Boeing this late in the show, with this little time left, it's pretty clear Boeing is Ray and Sand's final conflict, not Ray's recovery.

I'm normally all about nuance, but filmmakers only have so many opportunities to convey information to their audience. Unless they do want to keep Ray's recovery a main conflict, it is more logical, for both tone and storytelling, to simply not show Ray drinking at this point. Is it less realistic? Yes. But is it clearer? Yes.

TL;DR

There are scientific reasons why Ray would drink during rehab; however, most people don't know that and it was never explained in the series itself, so the scenes of him drinking in ep 11 landed poorly for many viewers. This is a problem with how the show told the story of Ray's alcoholism and recovery. The show would have benefited from prioritizing clarity over realism, unless they plan to take the time to explore Ray's recovery in detail.

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mc-glare-is-king · 1 year ago

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Funny Out of Context Quotes From My Friend Group’s Discord Server

(I say out of context but some of them have a little context lmao- also this is just for funsies bc i love my friends & our chaotic groupchat)

(idk if my friends have tumblr but if they do- you didn’t see this)

“Also, [insert professors name] is a whore for not just posting our grades online and that’s on god”

“he’s dead💀 sleep well!”

A note I had in the rough draft of a paper for my art class that I shared with my friends:

“I just finished my conclusion, but I keep thinking about how I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to describe the painting or not and it’s like almost 11PM so I don’t want to bother you but also my brain has low key melted and is officially done for the night so I just wrote this paragraph and you can either say yes to the dress or throw this page to the sharks or something.”

And the following response:

“SAY YES TO THE DRESS😭”

“Idk but like kill it girlie KSDFHSJD”

“The pug is on the BRINK of death🥰”

“friggin snappychat whatchamacallit and all y’all youngsters smh”

^ and the “LMAO GRANDPA PLEASE” in response^

“GET UR DIRTY LIPS AWAY”

“SIN COSINE TANGENT HELP”

“u signed with the turkin grease???”

“Can I take over your Brian?” (brain lmao)

“My Brian ??? Sure u can have him he’s not good at his job anyways”

“Wait will he give me your dyslexia”

I would email [insert professors name] like “hey how do I do this one thing on adobe” and he’ll be like “you literally took my graphics class” and then he’ll turn into that Dance Moms meme where Abby Miller is like “HAVE WE LEARNED NOTHING, JOJO”

-And he’s like “GO TO LAVA LAMP YOUTUBE”

“im lesking [friends name] im leaking”

I would say that to them and they’d probably go “lmao get good, we’re the American education system, you stupid little bitch”

my friend referred to my anxiety, adhd, & depression as “um… illnesses” one time and i thought it was funny

“i deal with [friends name] on a daily basis and her fards stank bro” (in response to me saying how much I appreciate them dealing w/ my daily weekly breakdowns lmao)

\/ \/ speaking of my breakdowns👀 \/ \/

ITS GONNA BE WHEN I ULTIMATELY WORK MYSELF UP ABOUT THIS PROJECT SO MUCH THAT I BURN MYSELD OUT AND END UP FEELING LIKE IM A FAILURE WHOS DISAPPOINTING EVERYONE

…

ahahaha anyways-

how is everyone else’s day going lmao

“[professors name] really said “I want you to have fun w this project” but followed it up with “but also it needs to be the best piece you’ve ever given me” as if that wouldn’t stress me out💀”

“HEY💢‼️‼️GIRL🙋‍♀️‼️🚺My name is TSUKASA TENMA🦄I💆‍♂️🗣AM👍👍STAR‼️⭐️🌟I👁AM🌎FUTURE STAR DANCE🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️💃🕺💃🕺AND‼️‼️🆒➕SING‼️🗣🗣🎙”

“I’ll beat his head into the dirt” (in response to my lil brother making fun of part of an art project I was working on)

“Do I need to put your dad on my parents hitlist😭”

#discord chat #out of context discord #discord stuff #discord shenanigans #best friends #friendship #out of context quotes #out of context shit #i love them your honor #it’s mostly me having breakdowns #i don’t have what it takes for big college brain #college #the strugge is real #american education system #art student #multimedia student #multimedia major #mental illness

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multi-lefaiye · 1 year ago

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It's been a heckin' while Multi.

I've been working on my Pokémon nuzlocke comic called Odyssey

It's still being scripted and written but I'm really excited to write it because I get to follow my favorite tropes and self indulgence!

I really like the concept of Pokémon being trainers themselves, them questioning their own self worth compared to humans. Pokémon getting sick of being treated like garbage by some trash trainers and beginning to actively disobey.

Pokémon can get independent jobs and have their own rights in my universe for Odyssey and Jojo (The Mudkip) is one of the few Pokémon to actually try and become a trainer and take on the gym challenge.

I'm so excited to write it because I've been trying to just get it out of my brain! Just getting it onto paper. I had so many ideas and I finally sat down, took my time, and just wrote the few 3 chapters onto paper! I did some character designs and working out their characterizations.

Jojo's been my favorite character to write because he's both naive, easily trusting, but also has a biting wit and just down to earth.

I love testing this dude and his limits. How much he wants to be taken seriously as a trainer and a real individual. His dreams, his wishes. His own self-doubts of achieving his goals.

Is he doing this to show Pokémon are on par with humans and their benefit or is he doing this for himself and his own self desires.

Jojo's biggest enemy is himself in this story and I can't wait to explore that!

it sure has been a while!!!! i'm glad to hear from you again! :D

oh this is such an interesting story already!!! i'm really excited to see where this goes omgg,,,, also. jojo sounds like the kind of character i'd get super attached to and cry over ALREADY

#talk to the bunnykitty #pokemon #bootiful art #imagination confusion #<- apologies i forgot ur tag and my brain is mushy so. url for now

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i-didnt-do-1t · 1 year ago

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As it is my birthday may I please request some writing of Elmer having a happy birthday? 🥺👉👈

Happy belated birthday!! I hope you had the best day and the best year to come!! 🎉❤️

“Elmer you gotta close your eyes.”

“Do I?”

“Unless you wanna ruin the surprise.”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I hate surprises, like Finch does.”

JoJo sighed, deep and long suffering. “Okay. I ain’t sure that’s true though, So. Eyes closed.”

“Fine.” JoJo wasn’t sure he’d ever seen someone blink with as much force as Elmer did in that moment but he respected the way his face scrunched up as he closed his eyes and kept them that way. “But I ain’t gonna be happy about it.”

JoJo grinned now that Elmer couldn’t see him. “Trust me, you will be.”

He planted two hands on each shoulder and began to steer him toward the doorway of the bunkroom he’d been kicked out off earlier that morning under the guise of JoJo demanding that they go out for some lemonade.

Ten minutes ago, they’d run into Albert at the diner, and that meant that the decorating was done.

Meant that it was time to redirect Elmer back to the lodging house.

“JoJo?”

“Mhm?”

“It smells like cake.”

JoJo’s gaze landed on the cake that was definitely not sitting in the middle of the bunk room.

“No it doesn’t.”

“Maybe I’s just making things up.”

“Well.” JoJo said, and paused. “That brain a’ yours.”

“Exactly. It wishes it had cake.” He paused, and stood there silently for a moment, face scrunched up, eyes squinted shut. JoJo had to admit, maybe a little dumb looking.

“Hey Jo? Can I open my eyes now?”

JoJo leant up on his top toes to see over his shoulder and take in the crowd of newsies lined along the room in a semi circle, Albert in the far corner who waved at them. Each one grinning, and jostling each other to be quiet.

“Yeah.” JoJo said, “count to three and you can open your eyes.”

“You sure he can count that high?”

And Elmer didn’t count, his eyes snapped open, fully prepared to launch himself at whoever said that (and probably lose the ensuing fight) - but he stopped short as he took in the room.

It wasn’t anything particularly fancy, but they did their best with what they had. The lodging room was decked out with hand made bunting, all triangles of articles of old newspapers they never sold back and on a plate, on a stool, in the middle of the room sat a small, chocolate, cake, the top lathered in icing and the whole thing tilted vaguely to the left.

“You fellas?-“

It was like they practised it with how in sync it was, but the ‘happy birthday’ yelled back at him was loud and followed immediately by them all whooping and yelling, a couple of them coming up to Elmer and slapping him or shouldering him or ruffling his hair-

“Sarah made the cake.” Ultimately it was Jack’s voice that broke through the instant round of talking and cheering. “And we all kinda helped with the newspapers but that was mostly Buttons and Splasher.”

Elmer’s smile hurt his cheeks, and if his eyes were wet, they weren’t (JoJo wouldn’t mention it.) “Yous’ did all this for me?”

“Course’ we did!” It was Jack’s turn to reach and ruffle his hair. “Couldn’t let you turn 13 without a party.”

This time Elmer was successful as he launched himself forward, both arms wrapped solidly around Jack’s torso as he laughed and hugged him back just as tightly, swaying slightly.

“Happy birthday kid. You deserve it.”

Elmer’s next words were spoken into Jack’s shoulder but JoJo could just about make them out. “You guys are the best, y’know that.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Shut up.”

Jack rolled his eyes something fond and soft in them and then met gazes with JoJo, and his mouth curled up again as he clapped his hand on Elmer’s shoulder pulling him back a little.

“You wanna go ask Kenny to cut the cake? I ain’t sure where he got the knife but I just ain’t thinking ‘bout it too hard. And then a coupla the boys has got presents for after.”

Elmer’s eyes were circles. “For me?”

“You see it bein’ anyone else’s birthday.”

Elmer grinned at Jack before he turned round to grin at JoJo and grabbed his shoulder shaking him a little as he led him of toward Kenny, being pulled into a multitude of hugs and headlocks along the way.

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frogmanfae · 1 year ago

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Newsies as Shit I've Heard This Week 5

Another a long one🙃

Medda: Hows it going?

Davey: Not terrible

Medda: Ah... well we aren't aiming for terrible so I guess we're on the right track

Elmer: Do you have memories by Taylor Swift?

Jojo: Do you like Jesus?

Crutchie: What are you wearing tomorrow?

Race: Probably that random guys sweat shirt

Crutchie: Which random guy

Race: The one from freshman year

Crutchie: From the football game?

Race: No the basketball game

Crutchie: Ohh the blonde freshman basketball guy

Race: No the one who had purple highlights

Crutchie: Oh! Okay that guy

Race: Yeah

Spot: Why the fuck did you pull so many guys as a freshman?

Race: You say it like I don't still pull

Jack, either about Medda or his partner: She spewed words at me over the phone but I was mad and I wasn't listening so I have no clue what she was trying to tell me

Race: I was hot. Right? Spot?

Spot, either not listening or avoiding his feelings: That car was going way too fast

Jojo: Is that your stuff??

Elmer: No?

Jojo: Who's stuff is on your chair??? Ugh! Excuse her! What is this

Race, after getting a concussion: This Barbie has brain damage

Race: Okay I woke up and I felt like shit, lately I've always felt like shit when I wake up but it was extra bad today so I just started crying

Davey, who's learned sometimes Race just needs to talk and not be consoled: It be like that sometimes

Race: So I was trying to do my eyeliner but I was crying and that- well that doesn't go too well

Davey: Right because your eye liner isn't waterproof

Race: I really need to invest in waterproof liner but the guy I'm seeing thinks it's hot when my makeup gets fucked up when I suck hi-

Davey: that took a turn a little too far for your volume to still be this loud

Crutchie: are you ready for Mandatory Corn Hole?

Jack: MANDATORY CORN HOLE!!!

Buttons: Have you found the post where she talks about eggs growing on trees?

Jojo: What's being in the school musical like?

Elmer: Uh so do you know Stockholm Syndrome? It's like that

Jack: It's that time the moment you've all been waiting for: me to stop talking

Graves: Hey if you're gonna die just lemme know *gestures to shirt advertising a cemetery he works at*

York: You can get me in there?

Graves: I can dig your grave for you

York: That almost sounds like a threat but I know you

Jack: He's such a little dictator !!!

Medda: I didn't know what you were going to say-

Jack: He's such a dick /tator/

Jojo: Is the test tomorrow going to take all period?

Medda: The way this review is going? Probably

Davey, who recently began to gage his ears and has noticed an accompanying smell: I was trying to read an article-

Race: Was it about how your ears smell like cheese?

Crutchie: ... What

Romeo: I saw you holding out your hands like you were showing the size of something

Race: Oh yeah someone's dick

Romeo: :0

Romeo: I'm gonna go back to reading my gay webtoon now

Oscar: *in the background* I shaved my pubes earlier

Davey: 😟

Crutchie: Did you hear that too??

Davey: I heard it

Crutchie: Who the fuck just says??

Davey: out loud??

Race: *holds out an entire handful of quarters* I put a 10 in the vending machine because I got thirsty

Albert, cishet: shut up

Race, gay and afab nonbinary: Are you???

Albert: Yes.

Race: You just???

Albert: Yes.

Race: You hate gay people!

Albert: Yes!

Race: You hate women!

Albert: Yes!

Race: You just called me a tranny!!!

Albert: Yea!!

Race: :0

(They're best friends)

Davey: I tried washing it off but my hand is still sticky

Race: That's what she said

Davey: :0 you're the reason why non binary peo aren't recognized by the LGBT community

Race: :00

Race, to Albert: DID YOU HEAR THAT

Albert: No. He got away with it. I didn't hear a thing.

Romeo, in an official award acceptance speech: I would like to thank my peers for voting for me to receive this honor, my dad for always supporting me, peanut butter for its buttery goodness, and my friends for always having my back

Elmer, to Buttons in the audience: did he just-

Buttons: thank peanut butter for its buttery goodness? Yeah. Yeah he did.

Elmer: isn't he-

Buttons: yeah he's allergic to peanuts.

Race: Whenever I hear "terrible towel" from the sports ball people I think "cum rag"

Spot: you think WHAT

Sarah: I love sexism I have sexism every night

Race, looking in his phone camera: I am so hot omg

Jack: I'm actually kinda col- oh. I thought you were talking about temperature

Graves: Why's he got his shirt unbuttoned like he's prince Sebastian

Romeo: PRINCE SEBASTIAN??

Graves: from the little mermaid??

Romeo, dying: THATS PRINCE ERIC

Romeo: SEBASTIAN IS THE CRAB

Graves:...

TW SUICIDE JOKE AND F SLUR AS A JOKE

Sarah: Don't worry I would never trade you for money. Only Bitcoin

Davey: Kill yourself. Die

Sarah: You first!

Davey: Kill yourself!

Sarah: You first!

Sarah: Faggot!

Davey: You're a faggot first!

Sarah: Faggot! You like men!

Davey: You like women first!

Sarah: At least they're better!

Davey: Ah- yeah...

Elmer, walking into Brooklyn for the first time: Oh my god! WEAR YOUR CLOTHES!!!

Denton, an english teacher who's never met Jack: Did you know that the West symbolizes death and endings?

Jack: What.

Davey: Legend has it- or SCIENCE has it-

Albert: Shut the fuck up

Race: Sit on my lap

Medda: I would crush you

Race: I've gotten crushed in football I'm used to it

Medda: Not this much buddy

Buttons: It's like when your dog runs away. That's how I feel without Splasher... Fido come home...

Race: It was dark and windy and there were no lights on and suddenly there was a machette

Davey: I was gone for 2 seconds what did I walk into

Specs: This freaks me out. I can't deal with things touching my eye. It's why I don't wear contact lenses. Cuz I'm a big baby

Davey: You get rid of noro virus by... *vague hand gestures* both ends... As people say... And that doesn't mean you play both quarterback and line backer it's... It's not good

Splasher: Will that thing we did last year work again?

Medda: No, I don't think so... It's cool but it's not that cool

(You don't understand how funny this was, it was our (very conservative) biology teacher talking about baiting his freshmen to bring back "phat with a ph" for bonus points)

Davey: I could light myself on fire and I don't think they'd even notice. At some point I think someone would go "...*sniff* *sniff* ugh I don't think lunch is gonna be good today" and they would have no idea that I burned to death

Davey, teacher: *drawing examples on the board* how about that? I'm hard pressed to make anything else because I can't draw but you get the point

Denton: It's like you're stabbing Ms. Medda in the eye

Crutchie: What.

Denton: Like a jump scare like- TRUTH

Crutchie: What compels you to say that? You could have said anything else

Denton: Because that's what it feels like!

Albert: We have a pep assembly on a Tuesday? What has the world come to?

Romeo: Do you want some gmo rats? They count as fruit

Jack: Maybe I'll just wallow in depression and everyone who's here can observe like I'm a zoo animal

Davey: I think that's less likely than biological warfare- which is real. Biological warfare is REAL

Jack: Dave, I love you, but what the fuck does that have anything to do with me asking if it's pizza day?

Davey: sorry I'm in a mood and all I can think about is bio-

Jack: biological warfare? Yeah I noticed

Jack: Some of my answers are like a politician. Like... "He talked a lot but... he didn't really say anything... Like that really wasn't an answer that... I was looking for"

Davey: They're serial killers!

Jack: But the good kind?

Davey: *overjoyed* BUT THE GOOD KIND!! A VIGILANTE!!!

Race: It's science but Master Chef

Davey, tutoring a large group: When these cells mature, they no longer laugh at potty jokes. Until then they're insufferable to be around...

Literally everyone: *silence*

Davey: You guys can laugh that was funny

Everyone: *nothing*

Davey: A... Science joke...

Albert: *exaggerated* Ha ha

Davey: I appreciate that, thank you Albert

Finch: Ah!! A freshman left his water bottle here!! *drags trash bin across the floor and knocks water bottle into it with a meter stick* gross. Infectious. That's how you take care of that

Denton: The original Trojan horse

Race: *gasps* transgender!

Race: Spray tan or tanning bed?

Spot: ...What?

Race: Spray tan or tanning bed?

Spot: ...Neither? Go outside?

Albert: *Sarcastic* yeah go phospholipids

Davey: *excited* yeah! Phospholipids!! That's what's up!

#this is a lot #newsies #david jacobs #livesies #jack kelly #newsies live #davey jacobs #uksies #newsies uk #92sies #newsies 1992

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 1 year ago

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It meant something

Cw: Angst, Cheating

You’ve taken an interest in horseback riding since you were a child, you’ve had many trainers over the years and more to come. You’ve moved trainers and landed with a unique personality. Your trainers name was Johnathan Joestar but everyone seemed to just call him “Johnny” or “Jojo” for short.. you two grew fond of one another. He’s been training you for almost 3 years and every time you’re with him your heart starts racing and you start to lack conscious thinking. Saying the most random things. He’d laugh them off but you still would feel embarrassed

One day during your lesson he decide you two need to take a quick break before moving on to the next thing.

“Hey y/n. Would you like some lemonade? My wife made a glass.”

You’ve never liked Rina. Not one bit…but you took the lemonade just to be kind

“Oh sure. Thank you Mr. Joestar”

Rina came over to you after she went to Johnny and handed you your lemonade

“Thank you Mrs. Rina”

She nodded and walked away

Im your mind you wanted to throw that glass right at her and ruin the dress her husband bought her.. but of course you didn’t.

“Y/n!” You snapped your head towards Johnnys direction “When you’re done, go over to there and practice your jumping. You’ve been a bit off lately”

“Yes sir.” You finished your drink and handed the glass to your instructor, then making your way to the poles.

This was torture. Watching Johnny love another women. You wanted to quit riding near him all together, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Your anger made you a scary rider. You were riding with your feelings and not your brain or intuition. Who knows what kind of things could happen from that..

Soon you finished your lessons for the day and lead johnnys horse back towards her stall

Johnny noticed this

“Y/n. What’s the hurry? Got somewhere to be?”

You snapped back “yes actually. My home.”

He felt hurt but didn’t let it show. He grabbed you gently by the shoulder

“Well hey! we’re having dinner pretty soon, im sure you have enough time to sit down and eat huh?” He chuckled a bit “my wife’s making an amazing dish that her mother taught her!”

“I’m fine. I’m making dinner at my house when I get back.” You pulled away from his grasp.

“Oh.. well alright y/n. There’s always a place in my home for you.” He began to walk away as did you

That afternoon before you got home you decide it would be a good idea to go shopping for some new riding outfits, maybe that would show Johnny that you were, in fact, better than Rina.

You made your way to the local clothing store and picked out a few pairs of pants and some shirts to match. Then the back of the store caught your eye. Lingerie. You saw it and thought of him. He made your heart flutter and your thighs rub against one another. Johnny was the man you’ve been searching for, he lit a fire in you when you saw him. You picked out a set with a matching robe for some extra spice. Dark blue and white.. with pink accents. It was perfect. You didn’t have a reason to wear it anytime soon but it was still good in case.

You made your way home, watching the stars go by and the moon disappear behind the clouds

“Ma’am, you’ve got a call. Do you want me to answer it?” The man who worked for your family asked

“Who is it?”

“A Mrs. Rina Joestar”

You sighed. “I’ll get it.”

You answered the phone

“Hello?”

“Hey y/n! It’s me Rina! Care to come over for dinner after your lessons tomorrow?”

“I-I guess so.. Is johnny going to be ok with me coming over?”

“He doesn’t mind I promise!” It went quiet,

“I guess I’ll come over. What time should I be there?”

“Don’t worry about getting here, johnny will pick you up. Just be ready by 6”

“Ok then. Goodnight Rina.”

“Goodnight y/n”

Then you hung up

‘That was so weird’ you thought as you headed to the shower to get ready for bed, you took your shower, brushed your teeth and set out your clothes for tomorrows lesson and the night with Johnny and Rina, then an idea stuck, the lingerie.. you were going to wear it under your clothes. If things happened then things happened. You wouldn’t mind.

You couldn’t sleep all night because of the anticipation you were feeling.

‘Does he know?’ ‘Does he like me back?’ Raced through your mind all night.

The next morning was even more nerve racking. You did your morning chores of feeding your own horses and getting dressed to go do your lessons in the clothes you bought the night before.

When you were getting ready you saw the lingerie and not a thought crossed your mind, you stuffed it into your bag with your extra clothes for lessons. You knew it wasn’t right but you couldn’t help it..

You made your way over to johnnys for said lessons

“Good morning y/n” Johnnys other employees greeted you.

“Good morning” you shouted back as you walked away to gather slow dancer. That was Johnnys favorite horse, they’ve been through everything together. She was wise and she was easy to control, that’s why you both liked her.

“Oh hello Y/n!” Johnny greeted you as you walk in the stables

“Hi Johnny. What’s going on?”

“Just getting slow dancer ready for you. Sometimes people just need a hand, I don’t you to stress too much” he laughed

You laughed a little with him.

Johnny took Slow dancer out to the pins where you practiced.

“Thank you, Johnathan.” You smiled and took the reins from him as you got onto the horse

“Not a problem” he smiled back

You cantered around a little to warm up you and the horse, soon developing into a gallop as you began to ride around on her.

The day flew by fast, training was over, time to get ready and go home to get dressed. You were about to get off Slow dancer, but Johnny helped you. He reached his hand out for yours

“Augh thank you johnny. My arms hurt so bad from yesterday” you chuckled

“Of course, I’ve always got you y/n.” He chuckled back

“Well, I’ve got to go home and get ready for tonight.”

Johnny went silent and the spoke “well y/n, you’re already here, why not stay? You can get ready here.. I wouldn’t mind and I’m sure Rina wouldn’t either”

“Well what about my clothes?”

“While I was buying Rina a dress I went ahead and bought you one too, I didn’t know your measurements but you and Rina look pretty similar in size so I bought one a little smaller than that.”

“Oh wow, thanks Johnny. I- I really appreciate it!”

“No problem y/n, now go get ready.”

You walked off to the separate area where his home sat. His house was beautiful, everything was so clean you’d expect no one lived here at all. You met Rina in the hall on your way to the bathroom.

“Oh hello y/n! Weren’t you supposed to be getting ready? What are you doing up here?”

“Johnathan told me I could get ready here, is that ok with you?”

“Oh of course bathrooms that way” she pointed to the bathroom

You thanked her and headed to the bathroom

You were getting undressed to take your shower and did had to admit you were taking a long time since you were trying to figure everything out still.

No sooner than when you took off your panties, Johnny walked in.

“I- oh My god! Y/n I’m sorry! I- I thought you had already left I’m so sorry! I- I’ll leave!”

Your face and his burned hotter than the sun

Your mind was in scrambles, you made an irrational decision based on desire and desire alone.

You pulled him in.

“Johnny..I’ve wanted you for so long. I- I can’t bear this anymore. Please..” you leaned into his neck “please take me~” your breath was hot on his neck. He felt chills go down his spine

“But- y-y/n im married.. you know that.”

“I know jojo.. it will only be one time, im sure you’re the one for me. I need you” You slipped on your knees and Undid his pants. Cock springing out as you did so.

You took him into your hand and pumped him a few times before taking him into your mouth completely. Kissing the head as you did so. His body was on fire but but heart was aching with guilt..

“Y- f-fuck y/n.. what if Rina finds out..”

“She won’t jojo. Just relax..” you continued you suck his cock, he pushed your head down a little feeling you gag around his cock. He moaned your name in response.

He began to fuck your throat and moan lowly. After a few more pumps he came down your throat with a sigh.

“F-fuck..”

you wiped your mouth.

“Ok jojo. I’m going to get in the shower now.” You blew a kiss to him. He zipped his pants back up and left, still shocked from his orgasm.

a few more minutes of you showering, and you decide it was time to get out and get dressed. You did lite makeup and your hair. Then it was time for the lingerie, your heart was racing.. you put it on and put your dress on over it. The dress hugged you wonderfully.. Johnny didn’t mention this but he bought you a pair of heels that went with the dress. When you were ready you went down to the dining room, Johnnys face still tinted with a light blush..

“Oh y/n there you are! You took so long honey!” Rina joked around

You rolled your eyes at it but smiled and laughed.

“That dress looks wonderful on you.” Johnny gushed, Rina praised In agreement.

“Thank you so much, it’s one of my favorites now” you giggled

“My pleasure..” Johnnys eyes wondered your body ”.. Rina helped me pick it out. I wasn’t so sure what kind of color would fit a women like you” he flashed a toothy grin

You smiled in response

“Well I love it more than before.” You smiled at Rina and laughed about it with them for a little bit.

Rina eventually brought the food in and made the plates for you three.

“This is delicious, Mrs. Joestar”

“Oh dear it’s just something I whipped up” she did a giggle.

You started a conversation with Johnny and Rina.

“So Rina,” she looked at you “how long have you and Johnny been married?” You slipped your foot out of your heel and pushed on johnnys cock. His face went red as he tried to finish what food he had out in his mouth

“5 years now! I know this sounds cheesy so forgive me, but I loved him as soon as I met him. I knew he was the one for me as soon as we met on the boat to Europe after the steel ball run race” you pushed on johnnys hardening cock and looked at him “Aww that is so sweet.” punctuating the sentence with a rub of his cock under the table. He trembled as he held back a moan.

“Johnny? You ok~? You look a little red..” You hissed at him

“Y-yea im fine. Just tired..”

“Oh it is kind of late isn’t it..” Rina spoke once more “much to late for you to go home by yourself! Y/n stay the night won’t you.” You agreed. Rina then got up and began to pick if the dishes as take them to the sink.. leaving you and Johnny alone together, foot still on his cock; rubbing it.

“Y/n.. I- I can’t do this here.. please let’s go somewhere else..” he whispered

“Oh johnny. Have you no shame.. your wife loves you and this is how you repay her..” you got up from your chair and pulled him by the collar into the guest bedroom.

Stripping him if his clothing and stripping yours off aswell.

“Wow.. you’re so beautiful, darling..” he spoke

You moved towards him and hovered him.

His hands roamed over your body, feeling your lingerie.

“Just for me?”

“Mhm” you nodded

“Oh jeez.. that’s so sweet y/n..” he kissed you and you kissed him back harder.

His cock poked your panties now and all you wanted to do was take all of him into you and let him use you however he wanted…

You pulled your panties to the side and lined his cock up with your entrance. He moaned at the sudden warmth

“I want you Johnny. Please use me however you want…” your voice was soft . Johnny gulped as he put his rough hands onto your hips and helped guid you down onto his cock. He hissed out a string of slurred curse words, as well as your name

“You feel- mm- good Johnny..” you moaned into your arm as you finished sliding down all of his length

“You do too baby~” Johnny played with one of your exposed nipples.

You tried to move but he wouldn’t let you he held you in place. You walls warming his cock for him

“Be a good girl and warm my cock for me..” he kissed your hand and you shivered..

He twisted and pinched your nipples , occasionally sucking them.

“I want you Johnny.. can you please just fuck me already.. I need it.”

Hes smirked

“Oh you do? How bad then darling?” He bucked his hips into you

“A- s-so bad Jojo p-please!”

He smacked his hand onto your mouth.

“Quiet begging so loud now, y/n. I would hate for us to get caught.” He smirked

“How about i Fuck you full of my seed? Does that sound good to you princess?”

You nodded

“Alright then..” he flipped you over onto your back and began to thrust into you, your juices making wet noises together

“Ah- j-j-Johnny! You fee-feel so good!!”

He held your throat, quieting you down.

“You feel amazing y/n.. I want to cum in you.. I love you”

Your heart began to flutter.. he loved you?

He loved you! He didn’t love Rina, only you! This was the best moment of your life

“Im going to cum soon darling..”

“Please, fill me.. I want to be full with your cum!”

He came inside of you after a few more pumps

He reached down to run your clit and help you finish. You clenched around his cock and moaned into your hands as your orgasm washed over you..

the door clicked open, it was Rina..

“Johnny.. y/n…?” She began to tear up “what going on here..” she dropped the blankets that she was holding. Wiping her tears away

“Rina. Wait!” Johnny put his pants back on and chased after her

“I- Rina baby! Im sorry it- it didn’t mean anything!”

“No johnathan Joestar. It meant something… I can feel it.” She took her ring off and threw it at him

“How could you..” she walked away

He ran to the door and watched her walk away from the house they shared.

Soon walking back in to your comforting embrace.

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societalenemynumberone · 11 months ago

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"You love me though."

"I love you though."

Tw: Fluff, Mentions of kidnapping, insinuations of rape

"Do you plan on following me around all day?"

"Do you plan on setting fire to another ex's car?" Adrian sighed, they'd been walking around the city for hours now. Her feet hurt but she unfortunately had to make sure that her best friend doesn't drag anyone down to the afterlife with her.

"Y'know, you might be deceased and all but I might be charged to all crimes you commit while you're six feet under." She complained, sitting down on the side of the road to remove her heels.

Johanna turned around with a pout on her face. "Since when did you become such a buzzkill? What happened to the little girl that would be in the principal's office every other day 'cause she was standing up for her best friend-

*cough* me *cough*?"

"Are you slow?" Johanna let out an offended gasp. "That little girl died when she saw her favorite girl taken before her eyes and woke up next to her lifeless body!" She wanted to cry, so badly she wanted to cry but she refused to, she knew what JoJo thought about crying: "Crying is like, small parts of your dignity dripping out. And then it dries up and you can never get it back."

"Ok...so obviously you have some issues with me that you wanna let out." Adrian sat up and Johanna dusted off her new dress. "As long as you promise not to cry, you know how I feel about tears."

JoJo just being herself put a smile on her face. "You can be so insensitive sometimes." JoJo opened her arms for a hug, which Adrian gladly took.

"You love me though."

"I love you though." She sniffed.

"So once we get home we could watch some of those white trash movies you like, get batshit high while making fun of those bozos you work with." Johanna smiled and picked up the heels Adrian tried to discard earlier.

"So what, I just walk home bare feet?" She complained but still started walking, her feet feeling much better now that they were out of those heels.

"What's the problem? In school you would pop off your shoes every and any time they got uncomfortable."

"I'm not the same girl I was when you died. I got a job-"

"Became a pushover."

"Helped my sister through a brain tumor and-- I did not become a pushover." Adrian seemed more disappointed than offended, like she expected this topic to come up at some point.

"Please. You so did." She dragged out every word she spoke. "You didn't see the way you let that guy, Chase, stomp all over you. We let a guys named Chase walk all over us now?"

"JoJo..."

"He literally could've spat on you and you would've apologized! And not in the hot way!"

Adrian would've fought for her dignity but her eyes caught sight of something that made her mind wander away from her dead friend's needless ranting.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're always right." She was in a daze.

She turned to her, unconvinced. "I'm always right?" Johanna blinked at her as if she just learned her dead best friend came back to life to help her achieve her life goals. "Girl, did something happen to Adrianna Whitman? 'Cause I know damn well she wouldn't feed me ego like that."

JoJo turned her gaze to what had caught her friend's attention. "Ohhhh..." Adrian and JoJo were walking right to Adrian's work crush.

"OoOoo, it's your boyfriend." Her teasing immediately forced Adrian out of her love filled haze.

"Are you five?" She sent a glare to her right before Matteo walked up to them.

"Anna?" He smiled as he walked over to the two girls. "I haven't seen you at work in a few days. Is everything okay?" JoJo watched as her best friend melted inside at this man's concern.

"Oh, I-yeah I've been fine, just been busy recently. My-"

"I am so sorry to cut you off but, why are you barefoot right now?" She had just noticed how his eyes moved from hers to her bare feet.

Adrian's face flushed while she crossed one foot over the other as if they weren't both shoeless.

"You like? Adri and I just got mani pedis and I refused to let her wear these awful things while her feet were still healing." JoJo intruded on their conversation, stopping her friend from further embarrassing herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there. I'm Matteo." He placed out his hand for JoJo, who graciously shook it.

"JoJo, the second hottest girl you have ever seen in your life." She smiled at him, eyeing him down, trying to decide how good he is for her best friend.

Adrian's face turned from a mocha color to a dark red in a matter of seconds, groaning into her hands. "I'm so sorry about her, she's in training to be a narcissist, and sadly she's the top of her class."

"It's alright." He only smiled in response. "How do you know Adrianna?"

"We're childhood friends. I'm in town for business and I thought we'd catch up." Matteo nodded in understanding, listening to JoJo as she ranted.

"That's so nice of her to let you stay with her for a few weeks." Adrian awkwardly smiled when he glanced at her.

"Adri, is like the nicest person you will ever meet." JoJo clung to the side of Adrian's arm.

Before Matteo could say anything else he got a notification on his phone. "I am so sorry, I have to go. It was so nice meeting you, JoJo. I hope to see you at work soon, Adrian." He smiled before walking to the other side of the street to get where he needs to go.

Adrian turned to JoJo, her face completely red. "What was that?" JoJo seemed to be in her thoughts while Adrian complained.

"He's cute, a little short for you but he's the most polite man I've met in your life since coming back from the dead, so that should say everything about the men you surround yourself with. I think you two would be cute but you're smooth as a field of broken glass --no offense, still love you-- so we'll have to work on that. But otherwise, I totally think I could get you two together before I go back to death!"

"J.J! Would you mind not yelling that? I'm trying to at least look like a sane person." She sighed, grabbing her heels from JoJo's hands to put them back on her feet, no matter how uncomfortable.

"Ok, babe, people literally think you're schizophrenic after my death. There is no way for you to look like a sane person right now. But now let's go back to your apartment and drink some wine and have you gush about Matteo to me so I can figure out how to get you two on a date."

"You are so annoying sometimes." Adrian mumbled as she stood to her pained feet, starting on the route to her apartment, JoJo clinging to her side.

"You love me though."

"I love you though."

It felt good to have her best friend back, even if she was back from the dead.

Not proofread!!!

Author's Note: Ok, so this was my first story on Tumblr. I really hope you all like it. I don't really have much to say, I have a bunch of things sitting in my drafts so there will be more stories like this

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lady-wallace · 2 years ago

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Life Lessons and Knife Wounds (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Another @febuwhump fic for today! Thanks again to @xxcntrs for helping me choose prompts! Hope you enjoy :)

This one is for the prompts: Day 20: “Knife Wound” | Day 11: “Fever” | and Alt prompt 6. “Limp”

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Giorno neglects a wound and fails to see how bad it's gotten until he's on a mission with Abbacchio and everything comes to a head.

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Giorno bit back a wince as he pulled his pants on, careful over the bandage wrapped around his thigh.

He'd gotten on the wrong end of an enemy's knife a few days before while their team was on a drug ring bust and it still hurt more than it probably should.

But Giorno didn't have time to worry about it right now—there were too many other things he had to think about. The only reason it still hurt so much anyway was because of the way his trousers rubbed against the bandage whenever he walked.

He chose to ignore the fact that it still burned even when he wasn't walking.

Giorno sighed, finished dressing, and headed down to the kitchen where everyone was already having breakfast. Fighting the limp took quite a bit of effort, especially since his whole body seemed to decide it wanted to ache that morning but he was fine. He would endure.

"Morning! Narancia called to him as he caught sight of Giorno, then frowned. "Did you even sleep?"

Giorno frowned back. "I slept fine." Like a rock, actually. He had been so tired the night before he'd almost slept through his alarm.

Bucciarati looked up from where he was making eggs at the stove, a vague look of concern in his eyes as he too caught sight of Giorno. "You do have some dark circles under your eyes. It might be wise to get a little more rest."

Giorno refrained from sighing as he sank down at the table, barely hiding the wince that crinkled his brow as a fold of his trousers dug into his injury, the pain sharp and burning.

He gratefully accepted the cup of coffee Fugo passed him. Despite his deep sleep the night before, he felt more exhausted than usual.

"What's on the agenda today?" Abbacchio asked, taking a drink of his own coffee.

Bucciarati plated eggs and came over to the table. "The business with Carlotti needs to be taken care of. If he won't pay up, he needs to be made aware of the consequences."

Giorno had nearly forgotten about the club owner who had failed to pay protection for the past two months, begging expense issues and that he 'would have the full amount next time—with interest!' Giorno and Bucciarati suspected he had probably gambled the money away and still wouldn't have any to pay when the next collection period came around.

"I'll go," Giorno said even before his brain could catch up to what he was saying.

"Are you sure?" Bucciarati asked. "Collections aren't really something you are required to do in your position."

"Besides, we could use you to sign papers today," Fugo added.

"It won't take all day," Giorno said, and, honestly, the thought of sitting in the office all day made the nagging headache that had been hiding behind his eyes since he woke up even worse. He was afraid that if he were to spend the whole day sitting at his desk he'd simply pass out from this annoying exhaustion again. "Besides," he added, turning to Bruno. "Carlotti needs a reminder that he won't get away with failing to pay me another month. If I show up there myself he might get the picture."

"Are you sure you're recovered from that last fight?" Bucciarati asked, and the sudden scrutiny directed at him nearly made Giorno squirm in his seat.

"I'm fine—only a little sore," Giorno said—not exactly lying. "If it comes to a fight, my Stand does all the heavy lifting anyway."

Bucciarati pressed his lips into a thin line but nodded. "Alright then. Abbacchio, I want you to go with him."

Giorno and the goth both glanced at each other over the table. Abbacchio rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Fine. I could have just done it myself, though."

"No, Giorno's right," Bucciarati said. "It doesn't hurt to be more involved in business on the ground. And it's better there's two of you if there's trouble."

Abbacchio grunted, but Giorno actually didn't really mind being paired with the taciturn older gangster that day. At least Abbacchio tended to ignore him if at all possible, and Giorno didn't want anyone noticing too much about him that day.

Maybe he was stubborn, but it wasn't like he hadn't hidden injuries before—most of his life, actually. He knew what they felt like rubbing painfully against his clothes, poorly tended to. He would survive this too.

Never mind that his headache started to get worse the minute they began to drive to their destination and on top of that he was also feeling light-headed. The morning sun didn't help, making him a little too warm. He could already feel a sheen of sweat sticking his suit to his skin and stray strands of hair to his face.

He cleared his throat before he spoke up quietly. "Could you turn the air conditioning on?"

Abbacchio glanced over at him, lip curled in what was sure to be a snide remark before he frowned instead. The look passed in another instant, however and he huffed, reaching for the dial. "You can do it yourself, you know," he grumbled.

Giorno closed his eyes briefly as the cool air hit his face. It felt, honestly, a little too cold, but he wasn't about to complain and risk annoying Abbacchio even more.

It was a bit of a drive to their destination and with the morning rush hour traffic, even worse.

By the time they got there, Giorno's head was splitting, making him woozy as he climbed out of the car. He had to grab the roof to stave off a sudden wave of vertigo. It was so distracting that he forgot to watch his limp as he went to head toward the club with Abbacchio.

"Are you limping?"

Giorno froze, schooled his expression and glanced up at the older man. "No."

Abbacchio narrowed his eyes and jabbed a finger at Giorno. "You better not have lied to Bucciarati earlier. I don't need an injured kid, Boss or not, getting himself in trouble during a fight."

"It might not even come to a fight," Giorno responded, not answering Abbacchio's question.

Abbacchio clicked his tongue in annoyance and headed toward the club entrance, Giorno behind him, trying to hurry and keep up with Abbacchio's long stride without limping again. It hurt.

However, after several tries of Abbacchio pounding on the door and Giorno even opening the club up using Gold Experience to manipulate the locks, they found that the place was completely empty.

"Bastard must have known it was collection day and split," Abbacchio growled. "Either that or he's just not here yet."

"Should we wait for him?" Giorno asked half-heartedly. Earlier, the idea of getting away from the house instead of sitting around the office sounded good, but now it wasn't nearly as appealing. In fact, he kind of just wished he could lay down and close his eyes to see if that would help his aching skull.

Abbacchio looked around, seeming annoyed. "That would be pointless. He probably has eyes on the place and wouldn't show up if he knew we were here. I'm going to call Bucciarati and see if he knows of anywhere Carlotti might be."

"Alright," Giorno said tiredly as they headed back outside. The sun pierced his eyes and he felt dizzy again. It was too hot—all of him was too hot. Especially his leg which felt like it was on fire even after only being on it for a few minutes.

He tried to put as little pressure on it as possible as he attempted to concentrate on Abbacchio's one-sided conversation with Bucciarati, but everything just seemed to be getting fuzzier. Exhaustion pulled at his body, threatening to drag him down.

"Hey, I asked if you were ready to go?"

Giorno jerked, looking upward dizzily to see Abbacchio swimming before him. He blinked, trying to clear his vision.

"Bucciarati gave me his apartment address. Kid? Hey, Giorno!"

Everything tilted and Giorno suddenly flailed, realizing he was going to fall. Agony tore through his leg as the heat and pain crashed over him, blinding him until he was forced to fall into the darkness.

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The next thing Giorno was aware of was nauseating movement, and the sound of swearing and keys rattling. He tried to make sense of any of it, but blinking his eyes open for even a second brought sharp pain with a stab of light and he swiftly shut them again.

The key jangling and swearing stopped, but the movement started up again, something hard digging into Giorno's hip and lower stomach and…

He was upside down—that's why he was so dizzy. He blinked his eyes open briefly again, and saw the swish of a black coat-tail and the heels of someone who was carrying him over their shoulder.

What the hell had happened?

Another dizzying movement had him falling backwards onto something soft. A bed? What was going on? He didn't even know where he was. Everything was blurry when he blinked, trying to make sense of any of this—of who the blurry figure looming over him was. Why was he so delirious right now? Had he been drugged, kidnapped?

New panic settled in when he felt someone's hands searching him until they found the tender spot on his thigh.

Giorno couldn't stop the strangled sound of pain that escaped him, trying to roll away.

More muffled cursing and then the hands moved to his waistband and started to tug his pants off.

Giorno finally had the wherewithal to pull himself into full consciousness, weakly pushing at the invasive hands.

"Don't," he growled in warning, reaching for Gold Experience.

"Don't flatter yourself. Need to see your leg," a familiar voice grunted and Giorno finally managed to focus on his purported captor. It was just Abbacchio.

Not that that was much better, because he was about to uncover the injury Giorno had been trying to hide all day.

He continued to struggle, until the movement crushed Abbacchio's hand against his wound and the pain that ripped down his leg because of it stole his breath away.

He lay limply against the bed as Abbacchio swore again.

"Dammit, kid, just stay still and let me look at this."

Giorno couldn't do much else at this point, resigned and mortified as Abbacchio peeled his trousers the rest of the way off and turned to the bandage that was sloppily wrapped around Giorno's thigh, halfway between his knee and the leg of his boxers. The rusty stain of blood was seeping through it and Abbaccio unceremoniously started unwrapping the bandage, the gauze sticking a bit which made the process even more uncomfortable.

"Shit," he swore again as he finally uncovered the wound, the air stinging it now that it was exposed. "Had a feeling it was infected."

Giorno blinked and finally looked down at the wound.

It…didn't look good. The area around it was inflamed and red, and on top of that, there was discolored discharge. He swallowed hard.

"Why the hell didn't you say anything?" Abbacchio demanded. "You've even got a damn fever!"

Fever? That would explain the delirium. Giorno didn't know what to say, just lay there in what he now figured must be some hotel bed. He felt awful, and honestly didn't have the energy to defend himself right now.

Abbacchio sighed, straightening up and pushing his hair back. "Listen, just stay here, don't try to move around. I'm gonna go get some stuff and when I get back I'm gonna clean that out properly. You better still be in that bed when I walk in the door."

Giorno nodded silently and watched as Abbacchio left the hotel room.

How embarrassing. He honestly hadn't thought the injury was that bad. Hadn't even bothered to fix it with Gold. But maybe he had neglected it a little too much. It wasn't like he could do anything about it now.

He folded an arm over his eyes tiredly. Of course it had been Abbacchio of all people to have found him out. Well, honestly, that was better than Bucciarati. Though he wasn't stupid enough to think that the capo wouldn't be getting the full failed mission report from Abbacchio.

He drifted, still pretty out of it, until Abbacchio came back, drugstore shopping bags rustling in his hand.

He seemed mildly pleased at least that Giorno hadn't moved and headed toward the adjoining bathroom. "I'm gonna clean the tub out and I'll be right back."

Giorno resigned himself to what he knew was coming, swallowing hard as Abbacchio returned.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

Giorno stiffly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, gritting his teeth against the pain that shot up his leg. Abbacchio quickly stepped in and gave him an arm, helping him to the bathroom.

"Why don't you sit in the tub?" Abbacchio pointed to the small bathtub on one side of the bathroom. Giorno briefly slipped his suitcoat off, not wanting it to get wet and Abbacchio helped lower him into the tub, bad leg extended as far as it could go.

Abbacchio turned to wash his hands, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. "Alright, I'm gonna have to clean that thing out first."

Giorno nodded, leaning back against the side of the tub.

He watched as Abbacchio grabbed several things he had left out on the counter and came to kneel beside the tub.

"Gonna flush this first," he said, holding up some saline wash. "It's not gonna be pleasant."

"Yeah," Giorno acknowledged quietly, setting his jaw as Abbacchio wrapped a hand around his knee, tilting his leg at a better angle while keeping a firm grip on him and then unceremoniously pointed the squeeze bottle toward the wound.

The pain that resulted was so bad that Giorno felt the coppery taste of impending sickness in the back of his throat. He let out a strangled sound and tried to breathe through his nose so that he wouldn't throw up on top of everything.

Abbacchio swore quietly before redirecting the wash and going at it again. Giorno instinctively tried to pull away, but Abbacchio's grip was firm.

"Easy," he murmured. "This wound's a lot deeper than I thought. How the hell did you walk around on this for the last two days?"

Giorno didn't answer, simply bit back another groan and gripped the sides of the tub with white-knuckled hands. He glanced down, watching as the blood and yellowed discharge got flushed from the wound and washed down the drain, then finally squeezed his eyes shut, unable to stand looking at it anymore.

Abbacchio sighed as he finally pulled back, but only to grab an antiseptic wash. "This will probably feel worse, but I want to make sure it's actually clean this time."

Giorno braced himself, but was unable to keep from crying out when Abbacchio poured the antiseptic over his leg.

"Easy," he said again, tightening his grip as Giorno threatened to pull away, or kick him—he wasn't sure what his intention had been—it just hurt.

"I know it sucks, but that's what happens when you ignore your injuries. I swear you're as bad as Bruno."

Giorno furrowed his brow. "Doesn't he just use Sticky Fingers?" he asked to distract himself.

Abbacchio snorted. "Yeah, exactly. He tries to pass zippers off as valid first aid. All they do is close in all the bacteria. Believe it or not, I've had to do this for him too on more than one occasion and one was already too many. You can't just ignore injuries and expect them to get better. And you definitely don't agree to go on a job that could potentially be dangerous when you have a fever and a festering wound."

Giorno ducked his head, cringing again as Abbacchio made one more pass with the antiseptic before setting it aside.

"I don't care if you think it's showing weakness or whatever shit, if I have to find another one of my teammates collapsing from fever, because they were too damn stubborn to get proper medical help, then I'm going to be the one enforcing some rules around here."

"I'm sorry," Giorno said quietly, biting his lip as Abbacchio dabbed the wound dry with some gauze.

"Don't say you're sorry and then go and do it again," Abbacchio growled. "I know you and Bruno think you have some duty to the rest of us or some shit, but all I want is a little honesty. It's okay to admit you're hurting. Injuries happen—it doesn't make you weak."

Giorno looked aside. Maybe it was the fever, but Abbacchio's words affected him more than he wanted to admit. "I'll try to remember that. I just…that concept isn't really something I'm used to. I've only ever hidden injuries because if I didn't…" He trailed off, knowing he shouldn't even have said that much, but his head hurt, and he was exhausted and woozy, and honestly, he felt safe with Abbacchio.

The goth paused briefly at his words, seeming to contemplate something before he reached for more gauze and spread antibacterial cream over it. "Look, kid," he finally said. "I don't know what shit you went through before you joined the team, but you don't have to worry about stuff like that anymore. You have a support group. And we don't care if you get injured—not like that anyway. All I ask is that you admit it, especially when the wounds get infected."

Giorno ducked his head. "Okay. I'll…work on remembering that next time."

Abbacchio grunted, carefully placing the swatch of gauze across the wound and then wrapping it a lot better than Giorno had. When he finally taped it off, he sat back on his heels and pressed the back of his hand to Giorno's forehead.

"I got some meds for the pain and fever, but you might want to take some antibiotics once we get back home—think we have some lying around for this kind of thing."

Giorno nodded and wearily allowed Abbacchio to pull him out of the tub. His leg still hurt, obviously, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Probably because it wasn't sticking to the bandage again.

"Let's head home," Abbacchio told him after Giorno had carefully dressed and took the promised medicine.

Giorno nodded, exhausted. He really just wanted to lay down and sleep.

Abbacchio cleaned up a little and helped him back out to the car. Giorno sank gratefully into the seat, though still squinted against the sun. It must have been the fever making his head hurt so badly, he realized.

Abbacchio dug around in the car before coming up with a pair of sunglasses that he handed over. Giorno gratefully took them and closed his eyes.

"You can rest if you want to. It will be a little bit of a drive," Abbacchio said.

Giorno was already ahead of him though. Curling up against the window, he pretty much passed out by the time Abbacchio had pulled out onto the street.

***

Abbacchio pulled up in front of the house, glancing over at the sleeping teen in the passenger seat. He didn't have the heart to wake him and instead decided he was going to have to take a blow to his pride to carry the kid into the house.

He got out to do that but before he could, Bruno appeared, anger and worry clashing on his face.

"Where is he?" he demanded as Abbacchio opened the passenger door, careful to make sure Giorno didn't fall out. "Giorno, what the hell—?"

Abbacchio pressed a finger to his lips and Bucciarati stopped and thankfully quieted.

"Kid's exhausted, let him sleep off the fever," Abbacchio said quietly. "Don't worry, I already gave him a talking to. Not like you're in any position to accuse anyone of that sort of thing."

Bruno gave him an indignant look, but it quickly softened as he glanced into the car and saw Giorno fast asleep. "Thank you for looking after him."

"Isn't that my job?" Abbacchio asked blandly as he bent and carefully scooped Giorno up into his arms, pulling him out of the car.

He carried Giorno inside and settled him on the couch in the living room. As an afterthought, he grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and spread it over him.

"Hopefully next time he'll have learned his lesson," Abbacchio said, and felt pretty confident that Giorno would. Or, at least, he would be ready to keep an eye out for the signs.

Bucciarati gave him a look, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Shut up," Abbacchio snapped.

"I didn't say anything," the other man protested.

Abbacchio sneered. He wasn't going soft—at least not too much.

Though he did adjust Giorno's blankets to make sure he was warm and covered. Just in case.

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