#jojo's dumb mug

[jojoseames]

Should pale Death with treble dread Make the ocean caves our bed, God who hear'st the surges roll Deign to save our suppliant soul

Andrew and I as the lighthouse keepers from Robert Eggers' incredible film "The Lighthouse"! (One of our particular favorites!) Our whole A24-films-themed Halloween party was a wonderful time! Hark!

[patch-ie]

wiping off emporio’s tears.....

i’ve been away from tumblr for quite some time. i got caught in my work aaaaaaaaaaaaaand i’d been trying to avoid using social media in hopes of dodging stone ocean’s spoilers for the last batch (though i’ve already finished reading the manga last year).

but what can i say? i feel so bad for emporio because he’s still have the memories from the original universe while his friends don’t. imagine the trauma of living the life with your friends (or other people) who have no idea who you are and the recollection of your friendship are gone with the wind.....

yes i cried....i did.....for real. and look!!!!! i even tried wiping off emporio’s tears on the screen even if it’s laughably impossible. at least i tried, okay?

but something reminded me a few hours after i finished the last batch. i have a cousin who used to work in orlando, florida (the setting where the events of stone ocean took place). she gave me 2 mugs from starbucks several years ago as souvenirs from her trip.

and guess what?

both of the items have motifs from the series. a dolphin.......and a rocket......and palm trees too.............the recurring pieces that make up the whole picture that is stone ocean. it’s freaking crazy because i have these for several years.

it felt like araki knew what was up with me. it’s as if he knew that years from then i’ll be a hardcore jojo fan even if i wasn’t aware of the series’ existence back then.

my workmate even joked that everything was meant to be, that i’m just a late-bloomer stand user. that i’ll be watching the series years later.

it’s a shame though the mugs are just kept in a dusty corner. i’ll be cleaning them and then repurpose them as display pieces along with the jolyne and jotaro plushies i’ll be planning to buy soon.

until then........back to crying TT_____TT

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Oaoaao, hello, can I get a headcanon of sfw? Pillarmen/reader? I'm sorry I stretched it so far.

Imagine that the reader is Joseph's youngest adopted sibling and the sibling was adopted by Erina when JoJo was old enough. Maybe the reader is 10 years old? One thought is that if the reader in JoJo's opinion behaved badly or cried a lot over nonsense, he joked that he would give the child back. Joseph is a dumb jerk not realizing how much it scares the little kid who will probably get used to those words.

I don't know how to think this through well, but the reader goes with Joseph, Caesar, and Speedwagon to the catacombs where they encounter the pillarmen. The reader panics and soon cries, Joseph turns purely mechanically to say a certain stupid thing and the reader suddenly goes off to the pillarmen, patting Kars on the thigh and saying that he is now their new daddy and brother.

My main question, though, is whether the child will be made something of a hostage, while waiting for a ransom, and how the pillarmen would react to a curious child wanting to talk to them and explore their bodies and abilities

Hi! Let me just say this is so cute and a really great idea, I hope you enjoy! <3 Adding Santana to this because I can

Pillar Men with a child "hostage"

Kars

•Kars is bemused at this tiny human kid begging to be taken away, but subconsciously despises Joseph for bringing such a small child to such a dangerous location.

•He'd scoop you into his arms, whispering to you that yes, he'll be taking you in as his new student, but tells Joseph and Caesar that you're now his new hostage. The Pillar Men will be taking you as leverage over the hamon users, along with Wammu and Esidisi's wedding rings of death.

•Your curiosity with his inhuman features is secretly adorable to him, he'll let you explore his body freely, just warning you to be cautious with his sharp horns

•It takes a lot to upset Kars, he's raised two other children from his tribe of course. Rarely would you see him angry, he hides his emotions the best but involuntarily ends up falling in love with this cute human child. You've brought a new light to his men that he hasn't seen in years

•He might get a little possessive over you 👀 even after being defeated by Joseph it's hard for him to let you go, Kars can't admit it but he's grown attached. Maybe they can work something out

• #1 dad mug where?

Esidisi

•Genuinely enjoys having you around! He isn't afraid to let everyone know how much he cares for you <3, despite Kars' negative comments

•Treats you the best out of the four, never lets you down from his arms either.

•Esidisi doesn't see you as a hostage and more like a "permanent guest", he still goes along with Kars' charade though

•You might spend the most time with him, because he's the best with tiny children. He might get very attached too. You can probably use that to your advantage if you ever accidentally do something wrong

Wamuu

•Isn't impressed with you in the slightest at first, but doesn't hurt you once his master's tell him not to

•A bit awkward with you, but learns to get use to the tiny thing running around being chased by Esidisi and Santana

•Tries to train you in hand to hand combat, slightly disappointed when it doesn't work out

•Unlike the rest he's a little embarrassed with you messing around with his horn and doesn't like you touching it.

Santana

•I don't think Santana ever really falls for you the same way the other Pillar Men do, but treats with with respect

•Secretly jealous that you get treated so much better than he does

•He ends up calming down once you play with his hair/horns. It's therapeutic (for the both of you)

•Plays with you the most, but tends to rough house a little too hard. He's been scolded more than once by his masters

[somewhere-in-santa-feeee]

Race: *sends a really dumb meme to the group chat*

Race: I NEARLY SPAT OUT MY ROOT BEER

Race: MY HUMOUR IS FUCKIN BROKEN

Jojo: What tf is root beer

Race: Bro u don’t know what root beer is

Jojo: No...

Race: Root beer is a sweet North American beverage traditionally made using the root bark of the sassafras tree Sassafras albidum or the vine of Smilax ornata (sarsaparilla) as the primary flavor. Root beer is typically but not exclusively non-alcoholic, caffeine-free, sweet, and carbonated. It usually has a thick and foamy head when poured. Since safrole was banned by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration in 1960 due to its carcinogenicity, most commercial root beers have been flavored using artificial sassafras flavoring,[1][2] but a few use a safrole-free sassafras extract.[3] Major producers include A&W, Barq's, Dad's, Hires, and Mug.

Race: - Wikipedia

Jojo: Eh I didnt understand half the word that were just there but I think I get it, it's like a fizzy pop but made with roots if some shit

Race: Yeh pretty much

Race: It tastes like mouth wash

Race: But I like it

[humanityinahandbag]

you’re not my dad; a drabble

@thebigpalooka decided to torture me with her sad idea, so I wrote it down in the form of half of a short story. This is what happens when two people enable one another with angst! 

Just a very short, very rushed interpretation. I didn’t edit or anything. I just jotted this down in ten minutes and released it to the world. Enjoy the craziness! 

-

The house was Silent. 

It was an oddity now, that the house was silent. The four walls had become a place for a wildly improvised orchestra of shouts and jeers and laughs and coos and hollers and quiet, muffled admissions. 

But it stands silent, except for the echo-

(you’re not)

(you’re not)

(you’re not)

- which stuck around stubbornly, churning through every room, bruising the walls. 

Tom sat in the Silence, holding a cup of gone-cold coffee and letting the hurt reverberate around him. 

“Tom…” Maddie met him in the kitchen, putting down the paperwork she’d been filling out for Monday morning, leaning over him and tucking her chin against the crook of his neck. “You’ve got to talk to him.” 

“I need a minute.” 

“This isn’t about you.” The comment cuts, but Maddie’s voice is velvet and chamomile, and the two clash in a way that he’s not sure how to handle, and he winces down at his coffee. Her hand smoothes down the back of his neck. “HoneyYou’re the adult - go talk to him.” 

“You heard what he said.”

“Then we’re definitely not hearing the same things,” his wife said, winding her arms around his torso. The weight of her chest against his back was steady. “Because all I heard was a thirteen year old who sounds really, really lost.” 

Tom sighed, twisting the mug around in his hands. “How’d you get so good at this?” he muttered. Her smile was an oasis, and she leaned over to kiss his jaw. 

“You haven’t seen my bad days with him yet, that’s all. Buy a ticket when he decides to fight me on curfew.” 

Tom laughed. It hurt, but he laughed, standing up from his chair and pushing the cold coffee away. “Why is this so hard?”

“Because,” said his wife, “it’s worth it. Easy be damned.” 

“Again. How’d you get so good at this?”

She rolled her eyes, smoothing out the wrinkles around his brow with her thumb. “You ready to have a hard talk?” 

He nodded. “Time to be the adult?”

“Time to be the adult,” she agreed. “Go get him, Donut Dad.” She picked up her paperwork again. “I’ll be in your corner when you ring the bell.” Her head tilted, hair flicking behind her shoulder, as she shifted to look towards the back door. “Last I saw him, he went into the garage.” 

-

It was a neutral territory. 

They’d met in the garage in the back of his house, surrounded by all his old gardening equipment and the water guns he kept for whenever Jojo stayed over. Sonic had gone because Tom was the only human he’d known. Close enough to the house to feel like he was there; far enough away where the space he’d cultivated would remain untouched. 

Tom hated the Space. 

It took him a moment to see the hedgehog when he ducked in around the door, blinking in the dim light of the garage. 

He was sitting against a wall of empty planters, staring down at his shoes. His knees were up, and his arms were around them. He didn’t look up. Not when Tom came in. Not when the door slowly closed on its own behind. And not when Tom was in front of him, carefully lowering himself to sit cross legged in front of Sonic. 

“Hey there, bud.” 

Sonic stared down at his shoes. His arms wrapped tighter around his knees. 

"So," Tom would begin, sitting on the floor across from Sonic, who was pressing his forehead against his knees, looking everywhere but at Tom. "For a first fight, that was pretty rough, huh?"

Sonic turned his head to press his eyes against his knees.

Tom scooched closer, ducking his head to try to catch a glimpse of those green eyes that Sonic was doing his best to hide away. "Sonic-"

Nothing. 

“Sonic, talk to me.” 

Tom counted it as something when Sonic sniffled, twisting his head enough to be able to say, “it was nothing. Can we forget about it?”

“’Fraid not.” There was another long silence. Tom moved closer. "Sonic..."

"Please..." Sonic said, the word leaving like more of a deflation than anything else. Like the last dregs of himself had been left behind in that word. “Please can we just… can we just forget about it. It was… it was stupid and dumb and I shouldn’t have said- but- but can we just- can we just please-”

“We can’t leave something like that be, buddy.”

Sonic’s fists twisted against his knees and he turned his head back so his eyes were pressed into his legs. 

The garage fell into a heavy silence. They could hear cars outside; birds and cicadas just coming back for the season. The light from the garage was milky through the dirty windows, and it lit up the space they sat in a gold glow. Tom waited in that. Waited for anything. Waited, because Maddie had been right, and he wanted to fix this. However he could, whatever he’d done wrong, he wanted to-

...

The words were so quiet that Tom barely caught them. A whisper in the thrum of the early evening. But whatever they had been, they held weight.  

“Hey.” Tom reached out his his foot, knocking his shoe against the smaller, red one. “What was that?”

Sonic’s eyes, hidden since he’d first arrived, peeked out from where they’d been hidden against his knees. They were red. “Don’t…” he choked, “don’t make me go.” 

“Oh…”

It was all Tom could think to say, and he could have kicked himself. 

Never, he wanted to scream. 

How could you think, he wanted to yell. 

What made you even believe we, he wanted to wail. 

But instead; “oh…” 

Sonic’s eyes brimmed with new tears. Tom’s heart split against his ribs. He opened his mouth. Closed it again. 

“Sonic…” he said, trying to find the words to say. But whatever he chose in that moment, they’d be a bandaid across a canyon. And he couldn’t. 

Right here, in this garage, he couldn’t. 

It’s not about you, Maddie had said. And yeah. She was a wise woman. He could sit here on the floor and fix it all with a hug and a few words and an easy smile. Or he could be a father and stand in front of the monster growing between them. 

He reached out his hand. Sonic looked at it with wide, watering eyes. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go inside. Maddie’s worried about you. And…” The words he never wanted to say pulled back and back and back into his chest, doing their best to skirt away. He grabbed them. Pulled them out. 

Easy be damned. 

“We need to have a talk.” 

-

The fight had come out of nowhere. Or maybe it hadn’t. Maybe it had been stewing for days, and Tom, in all his glorious attempts at keeping a happy household, had shoved it down and down and down and ignored it. 

Actually. Yeah. That’s 100% what happened. 

Because it had been stewing. 

And Tom had been looking the other way in lieu of walks and baseball practice and anything remotely distracting. 

And then Sonic had gone out. Left for too long. Came back late to adults on the front porch, angry and worried and afraid. 

The fight hadn’t been on its own. It had been accompanied by weeks worth of anxieties hanging behind and clutching tight by their nails. Monsters, who had gleefully waited until the right moment until they could rear up in a grand crescendo when Sonic had yelled back (all fire and salt and ire);

“You’re not my dad!”

And then there’d been silence. 

In the garage, Sonic took Tom’s hand and let himself be lifted up. He stared at the floor, at the grass outside when they’d left, at the stairs. 

He’d stared at Maddie’s feet when she’d come up to him and ran her hand through the fur on his head. And he’d slowly retreated up the steps when she’d said; “we’ll be up to meet you in a second.” 

Tom and Maddie had stood alone then in the kitchen, facing one another. 

The Monsters that still hung around watched intently. 

“Let’s go be adults,” said Maddie.

“Yeah,” said Tom, telling the Monsters and all their anxieties to shove it. “Let’s go be adults.”

-

Feel free to add how it ends! In the midst of writing curriculum, I may never write a p2 to this! But I hope to at least jot it down! 

[foodbytesback]

The Good, The Bad, and the What-the-Fuck of Foodie Gift Idea Lists

It’s that time of year again, when we’re forced to ask ourselves “fuck, how does giftgiving work again?”  While the pandemic might have vastly reduced the number of white elephant/secret santa type gift exchanges, if you’re anything like me, you a.) don’t know what to ask for, because you’re an adult and just go buy things when you want them, and b.) your immediate family has no determinable personality so giving an actually thoughtful gift is a nightmare.

Thankfully, pretty much every single website out there has their own holiday gift guide. 

Problem is, I suspect some of these companies just trying to sell us something might be trying to... sell us something.  By which I mean they’re looking to find ways to pawn off their surplus products no one actually wants. And even if that wasn't the case, SOOOOOO many of these lists are mindnumblingly mundane and repetitive (I’m looking at you, every “Men’s Guide” that’s just a bunch of leather wallets, straight razors and beer paraphernalia)  Who’s to say if any of these gift ideas are any good or not?

Me.   Me’s to say.  

So here’s my guide to the holiday gift guides, aiming to show which of these foodie publications is most in touch with what their readers want in a holiday gift.  It may be with noting that none of these sites are really involved with producing the products mentioned and that each list is just things that their writers liked, so, optimistically, there shouldn’t be too much random useless garbage.  Also, uhh, Christmas is Friday.  I’m not saying it’s too late if you’re looking for actual gift ideas, but you’re probably gonna have to pay out the ass for overnight shipping at this point.  This is mostly an exercise in making fun of stuff.

delish

The Good

Bernzomatic Kitchen Torch: I’m 90% sure this is the same model we use at my work, so yes, I will vouch that this is a good torch.  I can’t really think of anything you can use a torch for other than creme brulee, quickly searing tuna tataki, or getting a flambe to start the easy way, but that’s a different matter.

Salvaged Wood Cookbook/Tablet Stand: While the aesthetic of this particular one isn’t really my thing, I will say that a cookbook stand is one of those things that might come in handy on a cramped kitchen counter.  It looks like this one also has a little hole for sticking the charging cable for your tablet through, so that’s a plus. 

The Bad

Cake-in-a-Mug: I remember when cake-in-a-mug became a thing when I was in college.  I remember it never really working as well as promised.  Unless you or the person you’re getting this for doesn’t have an oven, don’t get this.  Especially not for $20.  For half that price you can buy a mug and a whole box of cake mix, and if you want to add a personalized touch you can weigh out the individual cake mix portions for them.

Bacon shirt: It’s not 2010 anymore, you can’t just slap the word “bacon” on a shirt and call it a day.

Churro Maker: This thing looks like a fucking Play-doh extruder.  Churros can be made with a piping bag with a star tip, which are both cheaper and more versatile than this… thing.

Hot Dog Toaster: There’s a reason it’s marked down from $30 to $20, and it’s because it’s a kitchen appliance that does one thing (probably poorly) and will probably just take up space on your counter.

The What-the-Fuck

Sriracha2Go Keychain: Listen, we all love sriracha.  But do you know what’s better than sriracha? Not having 5,000 things on your keychain.  Maybe it’s different for people with purses, but I remember getting a sushi keychain charm a while back that was even bigger than your ordinary piece of nigiri, so after like, 2 days of trying to cram all of that in my pocket I eventually had to take it off.  And really, you can’t go one meal without sriracha? 

Pink Lemonade Candle: I’m putting it here because it’s not even pink.  I’m sick of your lies.

Donut Warming Mug:  This whole thing is a garbage fire. When I went to investigate what sets this apart from just, like, putting a donut on top of a mug, I found that this company hasn’t even set up their domain for their Shopify site, so you couldn’t even buy this if you wanted to.

Final Verdict: 50+ ideas doesn’t mean much when half of it isn’t anything anyone wants.

Food52

The Good

Five Two Silicone Oven Mitts: I (by which I mean my parents) have a pair of silicone pot holders like this, so I can confirm they are some of the better once on the market.  The fact that these are magnetic and can be slapped against any metal surface when not in use intrigues me.

Food52 X Staub Round Cocotte: Ok, so yes, the whole enameled dutch oven craze may be a little overrated.  I have a small Staub that I picked up on sale for $100, and while I’ve only used it a couple of times I do think it was a worthwhile investment.  It’s a good gift idea if you have a rich aunt who wants to know what you want, or something like that.  (Also yes, Food52 is, in fact, the only one on this list where they do have their own store and regularly do collaborations like this.  I’m not saying you have to specifically get the Food52 version or even a Staub, just saying these kinds of dutch ovens are sorta, kind, almost worth the hype.)

Dish Rack With Drain Spout: Yes, this is a very boring gift.  But, it’s also something I would have loved to have at my last apartment.  Maybe more of a housewarming gift than a holiday gift, but I’m feeling generous so I’ll put it under “good.”

The Bad

TRUFF Truffle-Infused Hot Sauce: I just can’t imagine truffle and spicy playing well together.  The person who put it on the list seems to expect this level of incredulousness. Maybe someday I’ll try mixing hot sauce with truffle oil on my own.  But I’m not paying $40-$72 for this. 

The What-the-Fuck

Lovely Taper Candles: That’s not even food related. And it’s literally the first thing they put on the list.  Why.

Final Verdict: A much smaller list, but more quality ideas.  Even if some of them are pushing their own products.

Eater

The Good

BALMUDA The Toaster:  Let’s ignore the fact that this Japanese appliance has the Japanese word for “useless” in its name (oh shit is that a JoJo reference?) A while back I wrote that while I hate most kitchen gadgets, I would, in a heartbeat, jump at the chance to get a home-version of an industrial combi-oven, which can be set to bake, steam, or a hybrid steam/bake setting.  While this unfortunately doesn’t have a full-blown steam setting, it does have a number of different humidity settings to do hybrid steam/baking, so it’s probably the closest we’ll be getting anytime soon.

“In Bibi’s Kitchen” Cookbook plus Spicewalla Spices: The idea of a cookbook bundled with the spices needed to make the recipes is ingenious.   

The Bad

Justice of the Pies “Cutie Pie” Earrings: I will give them some credit, as apparently this is merch from a wildly popular Chicago pie bakery.  If you, like me, didn’t know that, you’d think they were just really fucking ugly earings.

The What-the-Fuck

Laundry Room Studios, the Guest Check Collection: I put this in the what-the-fuck in an endearing way.  Posters of all the Dumb Shit Customers Say™ will always be a perfect gift for anyone who’s worked customer service.  The only downside of these is the fact that they’re all relatively small, at about the size of a standard sheet of paper.

Heliograf Fish-Shaped Light: It’s… a lamp… shaped like a fish… wild.

Final verdict: Still generally good ideas, although a lot of merch for restaurants I’ve never heard of and sorta generic sounding subscription boxes.  

[chrome-head]

Right back at ya 30-40? 😌

30. favorite sea creature?

i mean. it’s gotta be mantis shrimp. 16 color receptors and big ol clobberers that punch like a bullet if that isn’t the most jojo shit ever

31. talk about the person you love most?

uhhhhh. pass. i have no idea rn

32. favorite soda?

used to be root beer all the way but only barqs the mug shit is pitiful. but now i like the venn diagram of dr pepper and cherry coke and in the overlapping middle part its pibb. partially because i’m proud of pibb xtra for coming out as trans and cherry coke is definitely her femme gf

33. have you ever dyed your hair before? what color(s)?

first time was like a red color like in my pfp, second time i did dark purple

34. favorite emoji(s)?

i’m on desktop and have no idea how to do emojis because i’m almost 23 which means i’m practically in my grave already. i like the purple crystal ball a lot. i like the twinkly sparkles. i like basically anything with hearts. apparently my frequently used includes eggplant waterdroplets eyes emojis etc. so make of that what you will. i think i need to keep watch over my eggplant crops so i know when they need to be watered that must be it

35. how tall are you?

5′11 or 6 feet depends on who i ask

36. if you could travel anywhere in the world,where would you want to go?

a comfier bed mine isn’t great i gotta get a new mattress or somethin

37. favorite number?

96

38. are you a night owl or an early bird?

if i’m awake until the sun rises does that still count as an early bird

39. favorite holiday? how do you usually celebrate it?

halloweeeeeen i love the vibe and wish it lasted longer because i want to buy lots of dumb skeleton themed stuff. i celebrate by doing the same stuff i usually do so staying inside and playing video games under a blanket because i’m cold. but i do it surrounded by halloween shit so i feel a sense of comfort

40. favorite movie(s)?

iron giant, discworld movies, i feel like i had another answer in the past that i’ve forgotten which. oof

wait it was cowboy bebop that was a good movie

[tea-and-theater]

Escape

TW: the Refuge, Hypothermia, implied abuse, swearing

The waiting was honestly the worst. You could fill it with distractions, like work and card games, but no matter what you did, you couldn’t keep away the dark shadow that haunted you as you awaited any kind of news. Moon had been arrested and sent to the Refuge twelve days ago. No one knew how long she was sentenced for, and no one knew if she would come back at all. Moon had a reputation for putting herself at risk, and a place like the Refuge could easily get her killed. So I did the only thing I could do other than worry and distracted myself by playing poker with Race, Crutchie, Henry, and Tommy. 

A loud tapping came from one of the windows, catching my attention. The room fell partially silent, an impressive feat for us, and we collectively turned to the windows. Through the snow, I could vaguely make out a dark hair and a pale hand. My heart began to race. Moon was in the refuge, but she also had a reputation for escaping. In fact, the first time we met she helped me escape. The tapping came again, more forceful this time, and startled Jack into action. He dashed over to the window and unlocked it, struggling to lift the sash against the weight of the snow and the force of the wind. Tommy Boy grumbled and helped him lift it, while Mush stepped up to the window and pulled a limp figure inside. Together, Tommy and Jack slammed the window shut, but the room temperature had already dropped drastically. I looked at the figure on the floor and I almost cried. It was Moon, covered in bruises and as white as paper. She looked dead. 

Jack, Jojo, and Specs were already running about, doing something, but I could only stare at Moon’s limp body as my throat started to close and my heart beat faster and faster and faster. I didn’t know whether I should be relieved that she was out of the refuge, or terrified that she had been out in a blizzard long enough to pass out. I settled for going numb. Mush recruited Smalls and Sniper to help get her out of her soaked clothes and into the dry ones Jack and Jojo had found. When they were done, Mush picked her up and carried her towards me, then laid her out next to me on my bed. 

“Take off your shirt.” He ordered. I blinked at him in utter confusion, trying to get my mind to work through the dull pounding of my panic. “Take off your shirt and cuddle her, it’ll warm her up faster.” I looked down at her frozen body and numbly pulled off my shirt, then laid down next to her and pulled her against my chest, ignoring the thumping in my heart. God, she wasn’t even awake and I was a flustered mess. 

I gingerly molded myself against her, hyper aware of everyone’s eyes on me. My cheeks burned. My crush on Moon wasn’t exactly a secret. It honestly seemed like the only one who didn’t know was Moon. Actually, she probably did but just chose not to care. She always seemed to know everything. I rubbed my arms against her arms and her back in an attempt to warm her as I absently thought about the way her dark eyes glittered with whatever secrets she was keeping, and the way they looked as if they were made of fire when she was feeling rebellious, and how much depth and kindness they had held when she saved me. I was so consumed in my thoughts, I jumped when she bolted upright. Or rather, when she tried to. She let out an alarming combination of a squeak and a groan as she bit her lip and fell heavily back on her elbows, thankfully missing my chest. Mush sighed and walked over, gently pushing her back down onto my chest. Blinking slowly, Moon didn’t fight him but tried to turn her head to look in my direction. She eventually seemed to give up. She opened her mouth and croaked something, then dissolved into a coughing fit. Specs hurriedly came over with a mug of what looked like warm water and held it out to her. She stared at it blankly, before struggling into a sitting position. I sat up with her, and she leaned against my chest, too weak to support herself. She took the cup with trembling hands and slowly sipped from it. She cleared her throat again.

“...Albert?” her voice was scratchy, but I sighed in relief. I was scared I wouldn’t hear her voice again after she was arrested. 

“Hey.” I’d like to think I felt some of the tension bleed out of her body and that she leaned her full weight against me, but I was probably wrong. Why would my presence reassure her?

She sipped the water in silence for a while, ignoring everyone’s stares in typical Moon fashion.

“How do you feel?” Specs ventured. She let out a breathy laugh. 

“Like I just walked across New York in a blizzard.” Her voice was still scratchy, and she was slurring her words together. Mush noticed this.

“Finish that cup and then go to sleep, m’kay?” He said. 

“Not going to yell at me?” 

Jack sighed, his first input in the conversation.

“We’ll save that for tomorrow.” She muttered something under her breath, but slowly finished her water as the group returned to their conversations and Race tried to start another poker game.

When she finished, she tried to lean over to put the cup on the bedside table. I quickly took it from her and put it down. I leaned back down slowly, and she laid down with me, then scooted herself so she was laying next to me instead of on top of me. She smiled at me, a tired smile, but sincere nonetheless. My heart thumped as I smiled back. 

“You should go to sleep,” I murmured, and she sighed. I could tell just how exhausted she was by her lack of an argument. She shifted so her head was on my chest, and laid still, her breaths slowing down almost instantly. I froze. It wasn’t like we hadn’t shared a bed before, but she had never slept on my bare chest before. I heard a muffled laugh and looked up to see Race and Romeo whispering back and forth while Specs smirked at me. It was then that I decided to follow Moon’s example and close my eyes. 

 The next morning, the group returned from selling to find Moon sitting at the table, playing some sort of solo card game.

“Now,” Jack said as he pulled up a chair. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!”

Written For Newsies OC week 

Prompt: Hurt/comfort

I don’t know what this either Moon’s just dumb

she escaped during a blizzard because the guards figured no one would try to escape and took the night off

Taglist:

@lunatella

@auspicioustarantula

@lottedechangy

@neko-kaiyo

@crutchie-has-sceized-the-day

@newsiesocweek

[finnofamerica]

Secrets - Racetrack Higgins X Reader

This is my first Race fic so he’s probably OOC 

Summary: Race and Y/n are best friends but they both are hiding a secret. 

Word Count: 1589

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    It was common knowledge that you were Race Higgins’ girl. Except you, y’know, weren’t. You were friends, best friends even, but nothing more than that. However, everyone seemed to think something else. It never affected you that much, aside from the boys teasing you constantly. It was your life, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

    As December descended, all anyone found themselves talking about was the Snow Ball. Which of course led to your friends hounding you about going until you finally gave in.

    “Y/n/n, what dress ya’ wearing?” Race would ask nearly every day.

    “I said I’d go, I never said I’d wear a dress.” You’d tell him every time. That wasn’t a lie, despite the blue lace dress that hung in your closet. If he really wanted to know, Smalls had seen the dress, she could tell him anything he wanted to know.

     Finally, the dreaded day of the dance had arrived. Katherine did your hair. You, Kath, and Smalls made your way to the gym where the boys were already waiting. Katherine and Smalls were sure to dazzle the room. Katherine in her sparkly red dress, Smalls in her green long sleeve and black skirt. All eyes were going to be on them for sure.

     Your heart thundered as you neared the gym. You could hear the music pounding from twenty feet away before the boys even came into view.

    Elmer saw you first, excitedly grabbing JoJo and Romeo’s attention. Romeo hit Henry, Henry hit Tommy Boy, Tommy hit Specs, Specs hit Albert, and so on until all eyes were on you girls. Jack approached first, his eyes trained on Katherine, asking for her arm and led her inside. Smalls just beamed, dragging her boys to the dance floor.

    “What are you waiting for?” Albert called to you as you slowly approached him and Race. You gave him a nervous smile.

    “I just don’t wear dresses, it feels weird.” You explained, smoothing out the skirt.

    “There is only one way to ensure a smile,” Albert extended a hand to you, “Let’s go fuck shit up.”

    You gave a laugh as you took his hand letting him lead you inside.

    Each of the boys, bless their hearts, took turns dancing with you and Smalls. Except for Jack, who was glued to Katherine’s side. It was exhausting and you were glad for the refreshments that were provided.

    You and Race were currently dancing to some ridiculous and awful song blasting through the speakers, doing equally ridiculous and awful dance moves. Laughter bubbling between the two of you. Then you caught something peculiar out of the corner of your eye.

    “Race, what color is your tie?” You asked as you were spun back into his arms.

    “Blue.” He shrugged.

    “You matched my dress!” You beamed.

    “Well, I tried. I didn’t know what shade of blue.” He admitted, shrugging again. You pulled him into a tight hug.

    “You’re more than I could’ve ever hoped for.” You whispered into his ear as he pulled you tighter.

    “Only the best for you.” He whispered back, but it was lost under the thumping of the bass. Then the melody changed. A new slow melody played through the speakers. People around you had begun to pair off; held tight in their lover’s arms.

    “May I have this dance?” Race jokingly bowed, extending his hand out to you. Your stomach fluttered as you took his hand.

I need another story Something to get off my chest

    “Of course,” You answered, your left hand resting on his shoulder and your right hand was held in his.

Life gets kinda boring Need something that I can confess

    His hand was warm against your waist. His tongue poking out from between his teeth as he found a steady rhythm. His fingers tapping against the back of your hand as he adjusted his grip.

Til’ all my sleeves are stained red From all the truth I’ve said Come by it honestly I swear

    His eyes trained on your feet for a moment, making sure not to step on you. They were beautiful and blue in the daylight. In the dark they reflected the colors of the flashing lights, changing from blue to red to purple to green to orange in no particular pattern.

Thought you saw me wink, no I’ve been on the brink, so

    You reached with your left hand, smoothing out the furrow in his eyebrows. His eyes locked on to yours, pupils were blown wide from the dark of the room.

Tell me what you want to hear Something that will light those ears Sick of all the insincere I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “Relax, Race.” You assured. “I trust you.”

    He nodded, taking a breath before spinning you away from him and back.

This time, don’t need another perfect lie Don’t care if critics ever jump in line I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    He smelt like that dumb cologne that he got for Christmas last year, courtesy of your dad. You remembered the suit from your cousin’s wedding a few years ago. Was Race always this warm?

My god, amazing how we got this far It’s like we are chasing all those stars

    You breathed him in, remembering the nights you would walk down to the docks and just lay there just watching the stars.

Who’s driving all those big black cars And every day I see the news All the problems that we could solve

    All the evenings gathered around the television, watching the news with your dad. Arguing about things that are controversial and shouldn’t be.

And when the situation rises Just write it into an album

    And the notebook you kept in your desk drawer. An accumulative list of things that make you happy, pictures of your family.

Send it straight to gold I don’t really like my flow, no, so

    “You look beautiful tonight,” Race said into your ear as he held you close to him.

Tell me what you want to hear Something that will light those ears Sick of all the insincere I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “Thank you,” You hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. “You look really nice tonight too.”

This time, don’t need another perfect lie Don’t care if the critics ever jump in line I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “I’m so happy your dad decided to coach baseball all those years ago.” He confessed, “I’m so happy you, and all the others, are in my life. I don’t say that enough.”

Oh, got no reason, got no shame Got no family I can’t blame Just don’t let me disappear I’mma tell you everything

    “I’m happy we found you too.” You warmed with his words.

So tell me what you want to hear Something that’ll light those ears Sick of all the insincere I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “Don’t tell Al, but you're my favorite.” Race joked in your ear as he swayed with you.

This time, don’t need another perfect lie Don’t care if the critics never jump in line I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    “Hey, Race?”

    “Yeah, babe?”

    “Wanna go home?” You asked, pulling your head off his warm shoulder.

    “What about ‘proper protocol’?” He made air quotes around the words without letting you go.

    “Fuck protocol, My dad trusts us.” You pointed out.

So tell me what you want to hear Something that will light those ears Sick of all the insincere I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    You walked hand in hand across the street lamp light bridge into town. A shiver running down your spine with every breeze that brushed across you.     “Y/n/n, take my jacket.” Race offered, letting go of your hand to offer it to you

    “Race, no, you’ll get cold.” You turned it down, pushing it back toward him.

    “Y/n, please.” He insisted.

    “Antonio, I don't want you to get sick.” You persisted.

    “I’m not giving up ‘til you take it.” He stared you down. You were damn useless against his puppy eyes.

    “Fine,” You too the jacket, sliding it over your shoulders, cursing his eyes under your breath. He just gave you an award-winning victorious smile. He took your hand back in his, twirling you playfully as you continued your walk. Small flakes of snow fluttering around you.

This time, don’t need another perfect line Don’t care if the critics ever jump in line I’m gonna give all my secrets away

    The house was warm and empty when you finally arrived. You could hear your father snoring on the couch as you snuck inside to the kitchen.

    Two mugs of hot apple cider in hand as you snuck up the stairs to your room.

All my secrets away

    Both mugs, now empty, sat on the desk. Your pajamas, an old pair of boxers and one of Al’s old t-shirts, did nothing to block the heat radiating off the boy next to you. You fit perfectly with your head tucked underneath his chin. It was warm and safe next to him as you fought to stay awake. Your hair had been undone and was now splayed out in a mess across the pillow. Race didn’t mind, he just buried his hand in your locks, massaging your scalp, unknowingly aiding in you succumbing to slumber.

    “I love you,” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead, but you were already asleep.

All my secrets away

[softmoxymuffin]

Tellin’ the Folks...

I can’t believe I’m writing so much again. It’s been so long since I’ve been this inspired. I hope I can keep the momentum up

Chapter 1: Check Please

Chapter 2: Airplanes and Automobiles

Chapter 3: Tellin’ the Folks

Chapter 4: Hot Cocoa and Surprise Hugs

Chapter 5: Breakfast Sandwiches

Chapter 6: Learning Experience

Chapter 7: Keeping up Defenses

Chapter 8: Confessions in the Bitter Cold

sidenote: I don’t think i have to spell it out for anyone but fanfiction is just fanfiction. it’s fiction. when i write fiction i don’t really like involving real life romantic partners (maybe depending on the angle) but generally no so in the universe of this story seth does not have a girl friend and dean is not married to renee (who i adore) almost everything else is the same

i hope you guys enjoy... 

***

Seth finally got to calling his mom and step dad. He had first tried to convince them to not bother picking him up, but they insisted to meeting him at the airport personally even though it was 3am. It took a couple of minutes waiting but the giant hugs Seth got once they arrived was so worth the wait.

They talked excited in the car. They had asked about how things were in the company. They asked how everyone else was doing. They had even asked about Roman and his treatment. Seth’s parents had been nothing but supportive of him and his choices, and he knows how blessed he is to have that. His heart felt full whenever he sees them proud of him. As much as he loves the business, there was nothing like coming home for the holidays to be with his family.

It wasn’t until they had actually gotten home when he had finally remembered about his phone call with Dean at the airport. Seth’s mom had mentioned that his room was good and ready for him and should at least take a nap before having late breakfast later.

“Hey mom,” he stalls in the kitchen. His bags still in his hands. Though he had only called to her, he noticed her and his stepdad Hector had looked at him expectantly at the same time. He always thought that was cute. “Is the guest room ok?”

“Might need a bit of freshening up, but nothing major,” she explained and even looked at her husband for confirmation and he nodded accordingly. “Why, you expecting anyone?”

“Think Dean might be coming over.” He casually, as if the other man was basically driving 20 hours to just to get to his place. “Is that ok?”

“Dean? Of course. That’s perfectly fine. We love dean.” She said in such a motherly sweet tone with Hector nodding in agreement as he prepared coffee for the both of them. “But isn’t he spending time with his family in the holidays?”

“Don’t think so…” he voice kind of faded, sounding unsure.

Holly, as the excellent mom as she was, seemed to have noticed her son’s apprehension walked towards him to ask, “Is everything alright with Dean?”

For split second Seth was almost ready to confess to the weeks of confusing feelings he had been having for his bestfriend. The story of their night in Cincinnati on the tip of his tongue. But with a sigh and a shrug he left the story untold and just answered. “I’m not sure, but I hope he is…” his mom nods knowing the answer didn’t really satisfy her but knew pressing more about it wouldn’t really help her son.

“But he can stay in the guest room right?” Seth making sure. “Dd’s dumb boyfriend isn’t staying over is he?” he cocked his brow.

Holly shook her head with a angry little frown. “No, Ryan is not staying with us. He and Dd had actually broken up.” She said the last two words in a hushed but still trite tone.

“Well, I mean, they’ve broken up before.” Seth couldn’t help but pointed out.

“Yes, well I’m pretty sure this one is final.” His mother still had a bit of anger in her voice, but in an oddly triumphant way, then she walked to the sink to clean her mug.

Seth, being an excellent son, also knew when to not pry when things seemed tense with his mom. He did the next best thing and looked to his dependable stepfather and silently mouthed the words ‘what happened?’. Hector, without missing a beat, answered by mouthing the word ‘cheater’, right before he took his last sip of coffee. His dark hands growing white with the force of his grip, a sign Seth knew it meant his stepdad was just as mad about the situation as his mom.

He had only scowled at the revelation, but bit his tongue to ask anything more. He made his way to his room. His childhood bedroom that still housed so many of his toys and posters growing up. Everything kept as best as it could be over the years. The only new addition was the fancy mattress that made sleeping like a dream unto itself.

Unfortunately, that dream seemed to have been out of reach for the young man. As he put his things away and made himself comfortable as possible, he realized he really couldn’t find the comfort need for the nap his mom had suggested.

His mind had wandered back to Dean. This time not really about the confusion he had over the weeks, but more for the conversation they had just had. He wracked his brain trying to figure out what had prompted the other man to drive all this way out of the blue. Last they had seen each other Dean had actually looked excited to go back to Vegas. He was more than ready for the warm weather and the dessert and sand and the mountains. He said he was ready to be back in his element, and yet here he was driving a grueling 20 hours to snowy and cold Iowa for the holidays.

‘What happened Dean?’ Seth silently asked to himself.

He pushed himself onto his elbows before he reached for his bag. He may not be able to answer that question right now, but he knew someone who might have some idea. He dialed a familiar number into his phone and lay back down waiting for the phone on the other line to pick up.

“Gggrrhhh.. ello?” the other line had grumbled tiredly.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Roman. I forgot how early it was.” Seth apologized the Samoan forgetting it was still pretty much too early in the morning for anyone else but his overthinking mind.

“hmm no worry…” Roman replied sounding a little bit more coherent than he did a few seconds ago. “I should be up anyway-” he yawned. “-need to start the day.”

“Hey, how are you man?” Seth asked with genuine concern.

“I’m good.” He replied, the ‘m’ I’m sounding a longer than it should, but again, Seth couldn’t fault the other man. “What’s up? You got home ok?” he asked the younger man.

Seth smiled, knowing fully well how much the bigger man valued his sleep, but also how much he valued them being the oldest (by a couple of months) and therefore the ��dad’ of the group.

“Just got home actually.” He answered with a smile. “Landed like an hour ago.”

“Glad your home. Bet Holly misses her little drama king.” Roman teased.

Seth chuckled. He knew they would never let that down. “How about you man? How are you?”

Roman took a deep breath, and from what Seth could guess from the rustling of sheets, man on the phone must just be getting up form bed. “I’m ok, all things considered.”

“Treatment’s going well?” he asked, not really knowing the specifics but wanting to ask.

“It’s ok.” The other man replied. “I mean it some part suck. Like the hospitals and the needles here and there, but overall, it’s nothing too bad.”

“Good.. that’s good.” Seth replied not really knowing anything else.

“Seth, I’m glad you called and all but I got a feeling you’re not calling me this early in the morning just to have a chat.” Roman guessed.

‘What is it with parents?’ Seth jokingly thought. Realizing how similar Roman and his mom had approached the situation with him.

“Just wanted to ask you about something actually,” Seth fessed up. “Have you heard from Dean lately?”

“Hmm.. not as much as I’d like.” Roman joked. “Last I talked to him was yesterday before his flight. Sound pretty excited to get back home to the dessert and Mel.”

‘Oh, right Mel,’ Seth though feeling his insides deflate. Melanie was a girl Dean had met months ago back in Vegas. They had kept in touch over the months of travelling. Dean had even opened up about having her move into his place since her lease for the her own apartment was ending. He had never met the woman, but he had seen pictures of her. Just Dean’s type; blonde, perky, athletic. She seemed to make the other man happy, from what Seth could guess.

“Yo Seth!” Roman called for the younger man’s attention.

“Huh?” Seth replied intelligently. “I’m sorry what was that?” he asked.

“What happened man? You kinda just got quiet there and your nose started to hum in that way when you get kinda pissy over something.” He teased.

“My nose does not hum.” Seth denied at the same time pinching the bridge of his nose to check if it really did indeed hum or not.

“Whatever you say man,” Roman laughed quietly. “So, what about Dean?”

“What about him?” the younger man asked in a slight panicked.

“I don’t know man, you’re the one calling about him out of the blue.” Roman pointed out.

“Hmm yeah, It’s nothing really. I mean I don’t know exactly but-” Seth made a move to explain, but was doing his best try and not reveal too much of his feelings over the situation. “Dean’s coming over.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I talked to him once I landed and he told me he was like half way here already.”

“To Iowa?”

“Yeah”

“You know what happened?” Roman asked, his concern for their third partner thick in his voice.

“I don’t know yet. He wouldn’t say much.” Seth explained. “Was hoping he called you too or something.”

“No, nothing like that man.” Roman replied. Somewhere in the background one could hear the voice of a young girl calling for her dad. “Coming sweetie-“ Roman yelled out away from the phone’s receiver. “Listen Seth, Jojo’s up and I promised to make pancakes, but keep me up to speed about Dean ok?”

“Will do,” Seth replied, quite serious about the task.

“Oh and Seth?”

“Yeah?”

“Merry Christmas”

“Happy Holidays to you too Roman,”

[finchartssometimeswhenhesabinch]

Tea with Tommy

Not usually a pairing I do, but of course!! :) <3

btw by the end of this I totally ship it

(this was apart of an ask but i accidentally deleted it because i’m big dumb™)

Words: 764

Warnings: none!

Ship: Canon era Jommy!

Type: fluffffffffffffffffff

As of late, Jojo had been getting less and less sleep. It wasn’t necessarily that he was getting nightmares like some newsies, or that he was staying out late to earn a few extra bucks like others, it was all natural. It was like his body refused to shut off when he wanted sleep.

Tommy Boy did in fact notice this, so while Jojo was out at Jacobi’s with the other newsies, he hung back in the empty lodging house to gather all his blankets, sheets and pillows and deposit them on Jojo’s bunk. He even sold off his bunk for the night to a younger newsie who was in need of one – it was at a fair price of course.

Jojo sighed deeply as he entered the lodging house much earlier than anyone else. He had to in order to get a decent amount of sleep for the inevitably busy day he would have tomorrow. But what he found was much better than sweet sleep as he trudged up the stairs.

Tommy Boy had made his bed into a nest of sorts, blankets and pillows strewn about in a circular fashion. “What the—” He murmured looking around for the boy in question. While he was nowhere to be seen, he knew he was somewhere… First he checked beneath the bunk, then above in the bunk that belong to Tommy, but there was no trace of him.

Sighing, Jojo started to undress himself, hanging up his clothes over the end of the bunk with great care. That’s when he noticed the second pair of clothing off to the side, hanging not so neatly. “Mi amor,” He rolled his eyes laughing. “Muy desordenado...” It was so easy for him to slip back into the language he had grown up around as he tidied up after his beloved boyfriend.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

Jojo whirled around, smiling widely at the voice of his boyfriend, though what he say was much more exciting. Tommy Boy stood in the doorway to the bunk, two steaming mugs in hand, and in nothing but his sleepwear. His hair was ruffled and his dark eyes sparkled adorably in the hazy yellow light of the bunkroom. “Tea?” He offered up a mug, gesturing to the ‘nest’ and Jojo wasted no time, sitting down in the nest comfortably, making room for Tommy.

Once they were both situated, Jojo sipped at his tea gratefully. “Thanks,” He leaned over to peck Tommy on the cheek. “Ain’t no one’s done this before.”

“What? You’re telling me that no one’s treated the prettiest boy in the world to a cup of tea?” the other boy quipped, a mock flabbergasted expression on his face which in turn caused Jojo to burst into laughter.

“No silly,” He nudged him gently. “I meant this.” Jojo gestured around himself, careful of the mug in his hand. “It’s… it’s real sweet, Tom.”

“Ah don’t mention it,” Tommy Boy kissed his forehead tenderly. “A pretty boy in need is a pretty boy indeed.”

“…that’s not the saying.”

“I know.”

Jojo couldn’t help but laugh at that. Tommy had this expression on his face than meant he knew full well what he was doing and that he was being silly and it warmed Jojo’s heart to know he was making him laugh because he merely wanted to.

“You’re crazy.” He giggled, finishing off his tea. He was full and warm and with Tommy. Nothing could be better.

“You’re sleepy.” The other boy fired back. It was true though. Jojo’s eyes were beginning to droop and his head was rested against Tommy Boy’s shoulder which he found was surprisingly comfortable. “Alright,” He chirped, taking Jojo’s mug and placing the pair beneath the bunk where he’d collect them later. “Bed time.”

It took a moment, but Tommy was able to maneuver Jojo so they were both laying down, Tommy’s arm draped lazily over Jojo’s waist and Jojo curled up to Tommy’s chest. It was warm and sweeter than sugar laying like this.

“I really enjoyed this, Tommy,” Jojo yawned, his eyes fluttering open.

“I love you and this is what I do.” He petted the smaller boy’s hair, lulling him to sleep, however Jojo let out a small laugh.

“Stop making me laugh,” He pecked his chest softly. “I’m trying to sleep.”

Now, it was quite amusing when the other boys came back into the lodge and Tommy Boy literally hissed at them to be quiet for Jojo was sound asleep in his arms.

And then Race tripped on the mugs.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Translations

Mi amor: my love

Muy desordenado: very messy

[jojoseames]

Art vs Artist 2023!

[conflagrate]

Autumn 2021 Anime Season

What! A new season already! (I barely watch anime any more hahahahaha /sweatdrop)

Probably gonna a full summer season recap cos a good chunk of the shows I’m watching are still ongoing…thanks web streams & ONAs for the seasonal confusion!

Shows completed: 7, to be completed: 3 [10] Ongoing: [4]

Well, I watched more than my target of 12 per season but at least a few of them were shorts!

must watch: Kimetsu (this only really starts in December), Isekai Shokudo S2, Mug Cup S2, Blue Period + those ComicFesta ones [6] i want to try this: Tsuki to Laika (only for Megu), Taisho Otome Otogibanashi, Sakugan, Osama Ranking (only cos Wit), Sankaku Mado, Blade Runner Black Lotus [6] not really interested so unless the first 3 episodes are miraculous: Komi-san (not my thing), Mieruko-chan, takt op, Kyuketsuki Sugu Shinu, Shikizakura, PuraOre, Build Divide: Code Black, Rumble Garanndoll, 180byo (AMSR anime??? sounds dumb but heyyyyy), Deji Meets Girl you sound like a shitty light novel/manga: Ansatsu Kizoku, Shinka no Mi, Shumatsu no Harem, Saihate no Paladin, Shin no Nakama, Senpai ga Uzai (why do ppl like noisy things?), Platinum End (manga was boring), Tesla Note (it looks fugly) sequel/remake/idol/mecha hell: Mushoku Tensei S2, Jojo Stone Ocean [Dec], 86 S2, World Trigger S3, Kyokai Senki, Megaton Musashi, Deep Insanity, Muv-Luv, Yashahime S2, Visual Prison, Selection Project, YuYuYu, Lupin III Part VI, Digimon Ghost Game, Waccha PriMagi!, MUTEKING, Cardfight whatever, Kaginado (Oh god Key no thanks), Bandori something, Fit Boxing (LMAOOOO) Ongoing: Heike Monogatari, Shiroi Suna no Aquatope, Maiko-san’chi no Makanai-san [4]

So that’s about 13.5 shows at max I hope! Fingers crossed!

[who-is-the-king-of-new-york]

Newsie Movie Night

So movie night with the Manhattan newsies

It’s surprisingly calm, the blankets are out (mostly shared) and cuddled under, Jojo is on hot chocolate duty and comes in with a tray full of them (They each have their own labelled mug)

Race scrolls through Netflix while they wait for Davey to come in with the popcorn

Les is curled up into Katherine’s side in between her and Jack. Jack would be mad if it wasn’t so damn cute.

They finally settle on watching mean girls (it was actually just Katherine getting annoyed at the endless scrolling)

Let’s face it, the younger newsies (and Henry) and up falling asleep before the movie even finishes

Race is somehow now cuddled under Albert’s arm and Jack was kicked off the couch and onto the floor by Les

Conveniently Davey was already on the floor with a blanket so Jack immediately dove under it the second he hit the floor.

Elmer had his head on Buttons shoulder who was leaning back against Albert’s legs

There was a bundle of sleeping newsies on another couch that nobody had the heart to move before starting the next movie

They decided it would be wonderful to watch the Titanic

It was interesting to say the least

Jack was constantly commenting on how they both could have fit on or how something was dumb, each time getting hit up the back of the head by Katherine

Les conveniently woke up when THAT scene came on

Race and Albert started crying but then started laughing at each other

Buttons and Elmer had fallen asleep on each other and Henry had woken up

For about five minutes before immediately falling asleep again

The next morning Jack and Davey woke up to being coated in popcorn that Race and Albert decided to throw because they couldn’t sleep and were very bored

They had to clean up from the movie night

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh: Ep 3 S1 - Dead Grandpa Blind Sister Sad Party

Often, in a review, when people start saying that a kid’s show has got dark undertones, they make up some fantasy world going on in the background to explain it--like Link being “dead” in Majora’s Mask and going through some weird purgatory, or the Rugrats being all a dream of Angelica, or Bikini Bottom the result of a nuclear war.

But Yugioh really needs no fantasy for me to talk about a dark undertone to this show. It just has a dark undertone and shovels it all over me in spades. I swear I don’t see dark things in kids shows. I’m not that type of cynical person. It just...this is already inherent in the show. And, in the episode following Grandpa’s quasi death (sort of dead?) It somehow got even darker.

(more under the cut)

In the moodiest lighting, we find out that Joey’s sister--separated for about 6 years because of a very messy divorce--is going to loose her eyesight if she doesn’t get a rare surgery (and I’m assuming she lives in the US because Joey has a strong Newsies accent and insurance won’t cover her crazy expensive surgery.)

I think I saw this in a lifetime movie once. Anyways, her only memory of physically seeing her big brother is from 6 years ago and that’s pretty messed up because she’ll never see him again after she goes blind. The family dynamic here is pretty...pretty upsetting. Like I gotta mixed family myself, but we all saw each other regularly. Way to shovel it on, Yugioh.

Yugi, seen here in rare 3/4 hair perspective form (gosh that’s so weird to look at) has decided that he should go save his Grandpa’s soul on the off-chance that it’s even possible, because apparently he has no parents. And neither do the rest of these children except for Joey, who’s parents clearly hate him.

forgidden, nice. I made this when I had insomnia last night so forgive the spelling errors I deleted all these files.

And I don’t know what I did to deserve a second rooftop school sunset scene but Yugioh does the anime thing where it always goes 150% more than is necessary. Nice. Thank you.

And we find out that Joey was a complete asshole to Yugi, and they talk about it like it’s a fun story? Like this is a good memory? Like is this a common anime thing? because I’ve seen this archetype in a few shows now, where a complete asshole is later a best friend and that just...that Rei/Usagi relationship never pans out well in real life. Why do we keep telling kids this is how friendship works? Don’t make freinds like this! Don’t be like Yugi!

Anyway, as a kid (wait, they’re still kids, how recent was this?) Joey chucks a piece of Yugi’s haunted puzzle necklace out the window, which actually would have done him a favor.

And then immediately gets mugged by a Jojo.

And then Yugi steps between them because...I...I don’t know man. This is kind of messed up. First off, get a teacher. Second off don’t do THIS

Now this is pre-possession, so he doesn’t have the ability to turn into a handsome adult so he just gets beat up and he get’s beat up SO BADLY that it ends with this Jojo boy getting actually expelled.

Yugi needs therapy so, so badly. Not even as a joke, like they are setting up Yugi to have so much hit the fan here, and I just...It blows my mind they let this slide into a kid’s show.

But enough of that lets get on this boat and meet this somehow reoccurring character.

Yugi’s friends decide to sneak on board because Yugi is such a fragile small child who will surely die without moral support, but Joey is too dumb and is the only friend who gets caught.

We meet a rival while we’re at it, a girl character, Mei, who is dressed like she’s going to kill a vampire, which is pretty Konami, so A+ you got this character design correct.

She goes off to seduce a child (is Rex a child or is he just short I can’t tell) and forcefully kicks him out of his own room when she beats him at cards. That’s...She’s 35, right? 35 and got a divorce and 2 kids under belt, am I wrong for assuming that?

And now we reunite with the boys we saw on TV yesterday and youknow i just can’t with this show and it’s proportions. You ever try to storyboard a scene where some characters are very tall and others are very short? It’s Hell. It’s absolute Hell. If I were making this, Yugi would be Pharaoh pretty much all the time, because seeing Yugi the same height as other people bothers me so much. Look at their height compared to the trash can!

He’s so short he only needs the smallest, most precious backpack, which I assume contains only hairspray, and which I assume was originally a harness for a tiny dog.

And although it’s a big boat clearly filled with other people than this tournament, Teá and Tristan are just finding the worst places to stow away. Such a weird tangent side plot honestly. They’re stalking their own friends who are also getting stalked by Bakura, this is just weird.

Also please forgive my spelling of Kaiba (Keiba?) As long as I get the sound across that’s what matters, right?

And in a twist no one saw coming, Yugi trusts his super important magic stuff with a very mean person and it immediately gets tossed off a super high structure. Ah. Look at that parallel. Look at that storytelling come full circle.

Also, with all the effort put into Joey this episode I legit thought they were setting him up to die and it was like yes, this is the best way to kill him off. I’m enjoying this.

But unfortunately, our plot armor followed so it was not meant to be. Also there was a ladder this entire time.

End of story, Yugi no longer has his “destroy everything” card from episode one, and these four children and an adult ghost Pharaoh are en route to land on Stranger Danger Island with basically no camping supplies, but with all of this emotional baggage why bother bringing anything else?

[goldenxqueenx]

Roni’s Bar; Chapter 17 - Danny Devine #3 [ao3 / ff.net]

Read it below! Rated M for language.

(JoJo and Sergei make an appearance)

drúga is supposed to be how друг is pronounced. I could very well be wrong in this as I used a forum for the language to tell me.

He came to with that ugly mug of Weaver's staring right into his fucking face. Sweat collected on his brow as he brought a hand to his stomach, the contents churning as he felt the heat in his frame rising. He shoved the fucker out of his way and fell to the right of the alleyway, the remains of some bloke's body squishing beneath his trembling hands as he hurled the contents onto the pavement.

Gasps emitted from around him and then that asshole, Weaver, pulled him roughly to his feet. It wasn't until he was standing that he caught what it was that he had thrown up. An ear. "Fuck me."

"You have the right to remain silent.." The Miranda rights were being read to him as every fucking thing began to slow down. He tried to remember the night before. He had drank a bit, not nearly enough to cause amnesia, and his throat was killing him. Was there a mark?

That Barney! "I was fuckin framed, you fuckin dimwits, I'll fuckin fuck you so hard you won-"

"Shut the fuck up." Weaver hissed, pushing him into the back of one of the patrol cars that he would not be driving to the station.

Danny spent the entirety of the drive there, through booking and the escorting to his cell spilling as many vile words from his lips as he could all the while claiming his innocence.

The second he turned to face his inmates, he grimaced. Fuck he knew both of them. JoJo had spent all of his cash on heroin, having wasted away to little of nothing and still owing Danny well up into the thousands of cash. The prick. And Sergei. Oh, how could he forget the pusher of women and the like. He sells in sex and had once tried to offer him one of his women in exchange for a little extra cash on the side.

What is he supposed to do with that? He had no need for exchanges of women for cash. That was useless and fucking ridiculous.

Fuck, his stomach was churning still.

"McCann. Karpovich." He pushed his thumbs into the loops of his trousers and walked towards them, hips forward to assert his dominance in a way he thought would work. Sergei just looked directly at his crotch and gave a chuckle. Meanwhile JoJo was currently laying back on the floor with his eyes rolling. Clearly arrested before the shit could wear off.

"He's lost in high land." Sergei gave a smug look in the direction of Danny, clearly finding his response funny. Danny didn't. He fucking did not. And neither did he like that fucking accent of his. Who the fuck did he think we was? The fucking mafia?

"You owe me money, fucker."

"I don't care." Sergei shot him a look, a smile that spread from ear to ear and he wanted to bang it into the cell wall.

"What was that?"

"Danny. Danny.." Sergei pushed onto his feet and stepped over JoJo, hands coming to rest on Danny's back. "I'm looking at-years here, I no longer owe you... shit. Cannibal."

Oh, word traveled fast. "Unless you want me to eat your fuckin' face, you still owe me ma fuckin' money!"

JoJo burst into a fit of giggles, rolling over onto his side and hugging his arms to his chest as he pushed onto his feet, stumbling until his back was against the bars — eyes on the two men in front of him. "Look it..you two...fuckin' stand ther' 'n all worried aboot money. I'm lookin a' death 'ere.. I took too much." He rasped out, limbs quivering as he began to wildly bat his lashes.

"You are not dying." Sergei sighed out, turning to face the shivering man. "Trust me. I have seen verging on death and you my high drúga are not dying today."

"No?" JoJo laid down, hating how the poison was causing his body to react and not exactly giving him the relaxed sated feeling as he had hoped. The fucking shit must have been cut with something.

Sergei shook his head as if he could control if JoJo died or not. Danny chuckled, then shook his head and pointed at Sergei "You owe me. And you, he's right, you're not dying today JoJo because you also owe me. You fuckin' dumb shit sacks."

"Okay, okay. Break it up. Danny, come on." Weaver opened the cell and tugged Danny out into the room, shutting the iron barred door behind them as he escorted the loud mouth down the hall and towards a room where he could ask him a few questions.

Once inside of the white room, Danny turned livid, refusing to sit as he began to pace the room while Weaver closed the door. "I was fuckin' played, conned, it was a fuckin' fluke or or it wasn't me!"

"I know." Weaver stated, taking a seat at the table in the middle of the room as he leaned back and raised his brows. Danny couldn't help but get pissed at how comfortable he seemed after making him sit in a fuckin cell and get arrested when he KNEW HE WAS INNOCENT.

"You fucker!" Danny launched himself at the detective, who quickly avoided his grip and managed to bang his head against the table, pin him to it like some fuckin' rag doll. "Let me the fuck go! I have rights! I have fuckin rights you piece of cock suckin shite!"

"Yeah, you have rights and you've cleared pissed off someone who doesn't like you. So who do you know that could have done this to you, Danny?"

"Barney!" He cried out, wriggling beneath Weaver's hand as he tried to get himself away from the table.

"The guy who sweeps at Roni's bar?" The detective's voice was laced in confusion as he lifted his hand off of Danny's head, allowing him to stand up right and brush himself off.

"If his name is fuckin' Barney then yeah!"