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#just got make it to friday.#art#artwork#digital art#not tspud related#not tsp related#not bbieal related#not oc related#this is hell.#I hate this.#i hate having to wake up every day.#im tired.
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The Pines family sat at the table, quietly eating their breakfast, when Mabel slammed her hands on the table and shouted âKERMIT THE FROGâ.
Dipper leapt forward to right his orange juice glass, gathering nearby napkins to sop up the puddle. âWhat?â
âKermit the frog! He plays the banjo!â
âYyyyes?â
Ford raised his hand. âWhoâs Kermit the Frog?â
Stan snapped his head up from his plate. âWhoâs Kermit the Frog? The Muppets, Pointdexter, you were around for The Muppet Show. They had a movie and everything.â
Ford frowned. âMuppets.â
âYeah, theyâre a riot! Thereâs this Bear whose got some great puns and this pig who really know how to throw a punch. Youâd love it, theyâve even got a scientist!â
Ford raised an eyebrow. âI didnât realize you were such a fan of childrenâs television.â
âChildren?!â
Dipper stirred his cereal. âIâm just impressed you remember all that. Yesterday you forgot you were married.â
âThatâs because The Muppets are forever!â Mabel exclaimed.
âWait, Stanley you were married?â
âYep. Actually, unless Iâm forgetting a divorce, I might still be married.â
âYou didnât,â Mabel chirped. âIâd have it on my Romance Chart if you did. Youâve missed a lot of anniversaries.â
âSo has he!â Stan argued. âIâm not the only bad husband here!â
Ford spluttered. âHusband?â
Dipper frowned. âI think weâre getting a little too far away from why Mabel screamed Kermit the Frog and knocked my orange juice over.â
Mabel nodded. âRight, so, I was thinking of Mr. McGucket -
âStanley you have a husband?â
âI was thinking of Mr. McGucket,â Mabel interrupted. âAnd how he could maybe help around the Shack. And he plays banjo! He could play banjo and people could put money in his lil banjo case like a real musician.â
At the mention of money, Stan leaned forward.
âBut like, no one knows banjo music,â Mabel continued. âSo I was like, maybe pop hits banjo? But then BOOM! Kermit the Frog! People love that frog. He could play the rainbow song. Heâd be a hit!â
âInteresting,â Stan muttered. âPreying on peopleâs nostalgia to milk them for cash. I love it!â
Ford hummed. âActually, thatâs not a bad idea, Mabel. Activities like playing musical instruments have been proven to help patients with Alzheimers and dementia. Not that Fiddlefordâs condition has the same root cause, but it may prove beneficial to memory recovery.â
âEugh, donât ruin this for me.â
âIf playing an instrument helps with memory loss, maybe Grunkle Stan should learn an instrument,â Dipper suggested.
âOoo!â Mabel squealed. âWhat about guitar? Or the piano? OH!â She clutched Stanâs arm with a fervor. âThe triangle!â
Ford grimaced. âMaybe not that one.â
âSorry, kid. Iâm not exactly a music guy,â Stan shrugged out of Mabelâs grasp. âLetâs leave that to the professionals.â
Mabel frowned, but let the topic go.
Ford stood from the table. âWell, I happen to be visiting Fiddleford this afternoon. I can broach the topic and see what he thinks.â
Fiddleford, as it turns out, loved the idea. To the surprise of everyone, Fiddleford admitted that he had always wanted to play in a jugband when he was younger, but could never get over his stage fright enough to audition for the local band. Then he went off to college and thenâŚeverything else.
âMaybe I zapped away that scared bit enough to play!â he had cackled, knocking at the side of his head with his knuckles.
It was settled. âFiddlinâ Fridays at the Mystery Shack with Fiddleford McGucketâ. Dipper tried to point out the title didnât make sense since it was a banjo, not a fiddle. Stan argued that âcustomers are suckers for alliterationâ. The set up was just Fiddleford dragging an old rocking chair onto the porch and opening up his banjo case. Mabel had made a large glittery banner, but it was quickly absconded by Fiddlefordâs raccoon.
âTell your wife to give me back my banner!â Mabel had yelled, chasing the raccoon into the bushes.
âEx-wife,â Fiddleford sighed sadly. âApparently I was too emotionally available.â
Ford pulled at his hair. âDid everyone get married without telling me?â
âExcuse me?â A voice piped up. Fiddleford and Ford turned to see a little boy standing at the bottom of the porch. He was dressed in hiking clothes that were obviously new. In the distance, a young woman was unstrapping a baby from its seat in an SUV. Obviously city folk coming to the âwildernessâ for the first time.
âAre you a real hillbilly?â The boy asked. Suddenly the door slammed open, Mr. Mystery striding through, eyepatch in place.
âSure is!â Stan grinned. âOur very own genuine hillbilly just waiting to play you a tune! All you gotta do is put some of your momâs money in his case there.â
The little boyâs eyes widened, turning around to race towards his mother.
âStanley,â Ford admonished. âFiddleford isnât some show monkey to throw money at.â
âDuring work hours he is.â Stan turned to Fiddleford. âSo, did Mabel teach you that song she was so excited about?â
Fiddleford sat frozen, watching the little boy yank at his mothers pants to try and get her attention, the baby beginning to fuss.
âWellâŚâ Fiddleford cleared his throat. âSome good news and bad news fellas.â
Ford furrowed his brows. âWhat is it?â
âGood news is, my mind ainât all broken.â Fiddleford hugged his banjo and turned to look up at Ford. âBad news is I knows it âcause I still got stage fright.â
Stan scoffed. âStage fright? Câmon itâs one kid and a couple oâ city slickers who would probably think you playing three wrong notes and spitting is âauthenticâ.â
âStanley, be supportive.â
âI am! Look Iâve been at this job forever. All you gotta do is smile and if something goes wrong, you blame a ghost or something. They eat that up.â
Fiddleford shook his head. âBut this is music. Ifân I mess up music, âspecially somethinâ they know. Music is real special to people, I canât spoil it.â
Ford knelt down next to Fiddlefordâs chair. âYou donât have to play that song Fiddleford. You donât have to play at all.â
Fiddleford looked anxiously between Ford and the family. It seemed the little boy had finally gotten his motherâs attention and was excitedly pointing toward the porch.
âIâŚâ Fiddleford shook his head. âI canât let the little âuns down. âSpecially not those ones.â As he said this, he gestured with his chin towards the other end of the porch where Dipper and Mabel sat bickering in lawn chairs. Mabel had returned from her raccoon chase covered in twigs and holding a surprisingly docile raccoon. Dipper was leaning away from the pair while trying to convince Mabel to stop feeding it gummy worms before it developed a taste for human food and tried breaking into the Shack.
Ford's gaze drifted to the twins. "Alright," he relented. "But you still don't have to play Mabel's song."
Fiddleford bowed his head.
"Yet!" Ford offered. "Not yet. She'll understand I'm sure."
Fiddleford frowned, looking unconvinced.
"Of course not yet!" Stan interjected. "You can't go playing the grand finale right out of the gate! You gotta warm 'em up first, keep 'em wanting more." Stan slapped his hand on Fiddleford's back. "If you give 'em what they want right away, they won't come back! Hold that one off until tomorrow or...uh...next week. Tease it or something."
Stan had started rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand as he spoke, a tell Ford was quick to recognize. It was the same one he did when he would "begrudgingly" let Mabel choose the movie for movie night or let Dipper rope him into another game of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. Covering the most vulnerable part of his body while he let his emotions go soft.
Fiddleford seemed to perk up at Stan's words.
"Well," Fiddleford offered. "I do know some proper jugband music. Only, it don't have the same ring to it without a jug."
"We've got a jug!" Mabel cheered from the other side of the porch. It seemed the raccoon argument had reached enough of a truce that the twins were once again paying attention to the concert. "I used to keep pond water in it, it's in the kitchen!" She hopped off of her chair, lugging the racoon along with her like it was a rather expensive lap cat.
Dipper followed her. "Why did you have a jug of pond water?"
"Because, dummy, if I met a frog prince he would need something in the shack to remind him of home."
"Aren't you supposed to turn him into a person though?"
Whatever Mabel's retort was to be was cut off by the door swinging shut.
"There ya go," Stan grumbled. "You're getting your jug. Just in time too." He gestured toward the SUV. The mother was walking toward the Shack, one hand holding the baby, the other gripping tightly to the little boy's hand. The little boy gripped a few dollars in his fist, eyes alight with excitement.
Fiddleford looked frantic. "I can't sing and play the jug at the same time!" He gripped at his hat, pulling it down over his ears.
Ford sighed. "Then don't play the jug."
"It won't be the same!" Fiddleford shook his head. "A jugband without a jug that's...that's like a body with no heartbeat!"
The door swung open and Mabel emerged with an old ceramic jug.
"Here it is!" she exclaimed. "And it only sort of smells like pond scum."
"I don't think that will be necessary," Ford smiled gently. "It seems Fiddleford can't play both simultaneously."
Mabel frowned. "But it's a jugband. It's in the name!"
"How about we wait another day," Ford offered, patting Fiddleford awkwardly on the back. "Maybe someone in town will join you."
"Oh for Pete's sake, give it to me." Stan snatched the jug out Mabel's hand, sniffing at the top and giving a grimace.
Fiddleford stopped pulling at his hat, peeking out from under the brim. "You'll play?"
Stan grunted. "I'm not missing out on good money just because you have a case of the heebie jeebies. Besides, how hard can it be? It's like blowing on the top of a beer...er...I mean soda bottle."
Dipper crossed his arms. "Grunkle Stan, we know what beer is."
"Not from me you don't."
Mabel squealed. "It's happening! Grunkle Stan is learning an instrument!"
"It's not an instrument, Pumpkin. It's dishware."
"It's a scrapbookortunity!"
Mabel dashed into the house once more, leaving Dipper to grin at their Grunkle Stan.
The family was only a few yards away now. Fiddleford looked between Stan, Ford, and Dipper, and straightened up in his seat.
"Alright. Alright!" He clapped his hands together. "Stanley, you get down here with me, otherwise your feet are gonna get mighty sore from standing." He yanked at Stanley's hand until he sat beside the rocking chair with a grumble.
"Now when I tap my foot," Fiddleford instructed. "You blow on the jug. One short note at a time." Fiddleford tapped his foot in demonstration. "You got that?"
Stanley rolled his eyes. "Gee, I don't know. Seems pretty complicated for the guy without a PhD."
Mabel burst through the door, camera clutched in her hands. "Got it!"
"Excuse me?"
The little boy stood on the porch, approaching the banjo case with far more trepidation than before. Eyes darting between the assembly, he dropped a few dollars in the case.
"Is this enough to play a song?"
Fiddleford didn't bother looking at the money. He turned his gaze to Stanley, who shrugged and raised the jug to his lips.
Fiddleford grinned. "You know âBoodle Am Shakeâ?"
The little boy shook his head.
"Well you're about to!" And with that he was off.
By Fiddleford's standards, it wasn't a horribly complicated tune. Ford had heard him pluck out more complex riffs while waiting for the coffee pot in their dorm room to brew. But Fiddleford was smiling. His shoulders had dropped from around his ears, and he was nodding at the little boy to tap his feet along with him. Ford hid his smile behind his hands as he watched Stanley, eyes focused on Fiddleford's bare foot with as much attention as one would give to diffusing a bomb. Next to him, Mabel was snapping pictures of the pair. Dipper stood on his other side, wearing the small smile he tended to get when feeling introspective. Ford laid his hand on Dipper's shoulder, and Dipper leaned into the touch.
The mother was smiling at her little boy, her baby having finally stopped fussing. Maybe it wasn't the grand attraction Mabel had planned, but Ford thought it was worth far more than those few dollars anyway. Nothing could be worth more than his family standing around him, his closest friend singing again.
I know this song, it don't mean a doggone thing. Just do that good old Charleston swing. When you sing...
#WHOOPS#this was supposed to be a silly hc post#like lol after weirdmageddon mabel gets fiddleford to learn her favorite songs on banjo#instead this happened#also he absolutely does learn rainbow connection eventually#he makes sure to end every performance with it just for mabel#he also learned disco girl to mess with ford#but then he found out how much of a fan dipper was and couldn't help but add it to the set#also Stanleyâs husband is ol goldie btw#anyway how do i tag this#gravity falls#gravity falls ficlet#stanley pines#stanford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#dipper pines#mabel pines#grunkle stan#grunkle ford#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fic#gravity falls fic#schedule the following#I JUST realized I posted this on#fiddleford friday#that wasnât even intentional itâs just when I got it done aka hahaha
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summerâs end
#had a really nice weekend to round it out u kno#saw Sarah on Friday for pasta and watching reality tv#picked wildflowers on Saturday and went to the dog park and some yard sales with my sister and we had such a good time weâve been kind of#distant lately so that was really great. and time and my bf went to a mug decorating workshop and then tried a new restaraynt and got giant#margaritas . and watched survivor#Sunday gym kicked ass + moved furniture around and helped my bf paint his bedroom#today went to work first thing then to the lake for swimming and napping in the sun then more work and more gym which also kicked ass#then groceries and making out with my bf now home laundry etc getting ready to go to bed so I can wake up early and take Winston to do some#thing before work and my first classssssss yayyyy#can u tell im tired I made so many typos and fully just used the wrong words⌠we painted his bathroom .#personal
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Some post donnieverse "Dee and Leon finally getting some sleep" shenanigans. b/c you know neither of the two were sleeping well the entire time he was gone.
Suggestion by @bex19974 which was "the twins reuniting for when Donnie verse is over" which i only just realized could be any of the donnies reuniting with their twins lol.
Anyways, this is my promised second speedpaint of january (since i missed december). Speedpaint will be up soon
Edit: Speedpaint up
#tmnt#rottmnt#adopted donnie au#donnieverse#my doodles#rise donnie#rise leo#leos making sure dee doesn't go anywhere#he's got a deathgrip on his hoodie lol#just a quick thing b/c i'm still hitting my head against this stupid creative block#(not an art block b/c i can't fking write either)#this was my friday update#i'll reblog in the morning
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just a happy boy for today <3
#happy friday friends!#just looking a photos of him smiling to try and make me forget about this horrible sunburn i got yesterday#matty#matty healy#the 1975
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Fluent Freshman - Part 12
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If there was one thing no one would ever guess about FF it is that he unapologetically LOVES Black Friday.
You may be thinking. Ugh Black Friday. Everyone is so rude and tired. The deals arenât even that good. It can turn into a blood sport at the drop of a hat over a toaster that is 15% off.
You are correct.
That is why FF loves it.
It is the one shopping day of the year where every single one of his instincts are correct, valid, and useful. He has pulled his gran out of the way of elbow drops, he has avoided the gaze of a woman in PINK sweat pants who was looking for someone to steal a blender from, and he knows without a doubt that the cashier hates him already so thereâs no need to worry about whether or not they hate him.
Itâs like a breath of fresh air!
Everyone is just as antagonistic and awful as he thinks they are!
Shopping is actually the blood sport he always feels like it is!
So there he is standing in a line at the nearest store (Target) waiting to be let in with the masses who all look ready to stab one another for better positioning for a TV. The jokes on them though because his only goal is the grocery section and he deals with the threat of repeated stabbings for BREAKFAST.
He spots an IHOP in the distance and hopes his gran doesnât feel too lonely. Theyâve gotten buttermilk stacks together at the IHOP by the mall for years after the two of them finished Christmas Shopping.
Someone elbows him in the side to get his spot in line but FF does not really care. Again, he doubts any of these people are going to be racing him to the all purpose flour.
Itâs 4 AM and the barricades come down.
Thereâs a rush of people pushing and shoving but FF just steps to the side and watches as they all rush in. Heâd mostly stayed in the line because the throng of people made it easier to stay warm. He had left his jacket back at the house because the five hour energy might be making his skin feel super sensitive but he is pretty sure that if he wore his nylon jacket he would die.
The five hour energy also may be upping his anxiety just a little bit.
He walks into the store at a leisurely pace and while the crowd fights over the carts he grabs one of the baskets. He can feel the eyes of other shoppers all wondering if he has some insider knowledge on a good deal that would only require the basket or if itâs a matter of who gets to the back to receive the âredeemâ coupon.
He sees a few shoppers get lured in by his siren call and much like a siren following anything that FF is about to do will undoubtedly lead to their downfall.
But FF doesnât care about that.
He cares about HIS downfall.
So he makes his way to the grocery section and ignores the six different shopping assistants who try and guide him to where he âshouldâ be shopping and each of them only give him increasingly confused looks when he states his intention to go to the grocery section every single time.
Is it easier to ignore their stares when the five hour energy have set his baseline heart rate to something that might be too fast to register as a heartbeat? Maybe.
It is easier to ignore the confusion on their faces when he can see both the past (he asked for TWO favors from Andrew in one day how is he still alive???) and the future (still malleable at the moment apparently. Thereâs even a future where Andrew actually just is trying to make overtures of friendship but he dismisses that one as INCREDIBLY unlikely and looks at the far more viable one where Andrew at least makes his death quick while he enjoys his great granâs brownies.)
Itâs good to set reasonable goals for yourself.
So he arrives at the grocery section which is deserted aside from one employee who may or may not be asleep against a shelf. FF looks andâŚ.not a shelf he needs so he is not about to wake that poor man up.
So he gets everything he needs for his great granâs brownies (heâs trying to buy his life here so he is not about to assume he can use ANYTHING in the house), the ingredients for a good breakfast (because he really needs to eat something that is not a five hour energy or sugar for the sake of his poor stomach and he may as well get enough for everyone), and (since Captain Neil mentioned it & he is trying to buy his life here) the ingredients to bake another pie.
While he grabs cinnamon he checks to see if they have grandmaâs love in stock but, alas, it continues to be unavailable commercially.
He stares at the whipped cream for so long that the employee asleep in the other aisle woke up and asked if he needed help and, startled, he dropped it in his basket. âNo Iâm good.â He says before power walking out of the grocery department and deciding to brave the Home Goods section to buy some incense so that he can hopefully channel the spirit of his great gran to assist him in this, the darkest of his baking hours.
He arrives at the check out stations and finds the shortest line .
He can feel eyes on him, inspecting his purchases, judging them, judging him, who the fuck goes grocery shopping during the Black Friday rush?
FF.
FF goes grocery shopping during the Black Friday rush.
The cashier looks for hidden cameras but FF has no such thing accompanying him today or ever (as far as he knows.)
After a moment the cashier must look at the ever growing line and decide that whatever scheme they think FF is up to isnât worth trying to figure out. They offer a membership card, FF valiantly declines to get one despite the two attempts.
He is out the door with four bags of groceries that all have a target on them that feels a little too correct. Itâs 6 AM now (he really did lose a lot of time at the whipped cream section) and heâs walking back to the house in Columbia.
He actually feels a little bit better since he at least got to experience his actual favorite blood sport (sorry Exy) and he even got another 2 five hour energies while he was in the check out line so he could replace some of the ones that he had gone through.
âSmith?â
He would like to thank the combined weight of the groceries for keeping his feet on the ground when he heard Captain Neilâs voice.
He turns and Captain Neil is looking at him wide-eyed in his running gear that Smith has seen him in. âYou were shopping??â He asks.
FF nods and lifts up the four bags as evidence. âWhy didnât you pick up your phone?â He asks.
FF almost scoffs but he doesnât, âYou canât be distracted when youâre in a Target on Black Friday. Thatâs how you take an elbow to the eye.â He responds because itâs like Captain Neil has never experienced the WWE-like environment of Black Friday shopping.
Captain Neil blinks at him.
âText Andrew or me next time youâre going to go off into the night or just let us know beforehand. Andrew would have driven you.â Captain Neil says and grabs two of the bags out of FFâs hand. âCâmon letâs get back and maybe you can get some sleep.â Captain Neil sighs.
âIâm fine.â FF adjusts the bags so he has one in each hand.
Captain Neil does not say anything so FF assumes that he has accepted that.
***
FF had not been asleep on the couch when Neil had walked through the living room. Neil, in a move that had Andrew fully waking up, went back to the room to check his phone to see if FF had texted him an update on going out. All that greets Neil is the impersonal series of texts that mostly confirmed when practice times had been changed, when the bus was leaving, and spelling on various Spanish words.
FF isnât a big text person.
Heâs more of an in-person kind of friend.
Neil likes that about him most of the time.
âWhat.â Andrew asks face still half buried in Neilâs pillow.
âSmith isnât on the couch.â
That has Andrew getting up despite the early hour and their activities the night before. Neil watches as Andrew grabs his own phone to scroll through but seems to come up with the same lack of communication that Neil does.
Andrew does do the extra step and hit the call button.
But all he gets is the confirmation that the VM has not been configured that has greeted them every time FF misses their calls. (Voicemails make FF anxious so when he got his new phone he justâŚnever configured it.)
Neil knew that FF was not pleased with them and somehow the calm request to either stop fooling around or let him out had hit him and Andrew harder than any of the screaming demands that the two of them were usually met with from Nicky, Kevin, Aaron, or any of the other Foxes.
âYou said he wasnât mad.â Neil says.
âHe nodded.â Andrew confirms.
âMaybe he went on a walk?â Neil tries as they come out to the living room. They look at the front door and find that itâs locked but it looks like Aaronâs keys are gone. âHe probably is going to come back if he took Aaronâs keys since Aaron wouldnât be the one heâd be irritated with.â Neil rationalizes.
âHe didnât bring his jacket.â Andrew says looking at the black jacket still on the hook by the door.
âWe can go and see if we spot him.â Neil offers.
Andrew nods and Neil heads out first since Andrew is still in his sleeping clothes and will need some time.
Neil had not expected to find FF walking back to the house with groceries for breakfast and the pie that Neil had mentioned hoping they could bake at the house.
âIs this for the pie?â He asks looking down at what was in the bags he was carrying as the walked back to the house. Neil managed to shoot off a quick text letting Andrew know that it was fine, FF just went grocery shopping.
FF just nods, âGot everything but Grandmaâs love.â He says.
FF is a nice guy to brave the stores on a morning like this but FF also looks like he hasnât slept a wink.
âDid you sleep at all last night?â Neil asks.
âIâm fine.â FF repeats.
Neil really is starting to understand his friendsâ hatred for the phrase.
They get back to the house and Andrew is sat out in the living room. FF stops and blinks at the sight of him sitting there.
It is a well-known fact that Andrew does not willingly wake up early most days unless he has to. Neil is glad that Andrew has a friend that heâs coming to care about the way Andrew cares about FF.
Andrew gets up and yanks the bags out of FFâs hands. âGo to sleep. Today will be irritating if youâre half-asleep.â He says with a scowl and walks to the kitchen to put away the groceries FF had bought.
FF just looks at where Andrew had gone uncomprehendingly for a few moments and Neil figures heâs just tired. Neil feels guilty that him and Andrew messing around in the car like that had rendered FF unable to sleep and the two of them had agreed last night that from now on when FF is in the car they can talk all they want but hands stay on the wheel and eyes stay on the road.
FF is plopped down on the couch when Andrew and Neil come out of the kitchen after putting away the groceries (âThese are the ingredients for brownies.â Andrew had noted as he put away melting chocolate.) and heâs looking through his flashcards again and not sleeping. He hears Andrew make a disgusted noise next to him and the next thing he knows Andrew is smacking the cards out of FFâs hands.
âGo. To. Sleep.â Andrew enunciates.
FF stares at him, then down at the flashcards. âI donât think I can.â He says which is better than him lying and saying he wasnât tired even if the truth had Andrewâs mouth stretch into a thin line that meant he was beating himself up for something.
âTry.â Andrew orders. âJust lay down and close your eyes. Nothing will happen to you while youâre sleeping.â He says.
FF blinks but nods turning on the couch and laying down. The blanket is still over on the lazy boy that Neil had set it on the night before and Andrew rolls his eyes before grabbing it and tossing it over FF.
âThanks.â FF says before closing his eyes.
Neil looks to Andrew who nods and Neil accepts that thereâs nothing else to be done for now and heads out on his run.
***
FF can admit that heâs a bit adrift in what Andrew and Captain Neil are doing right now.
He really should go grab another five hour energy because falling asleep IN FRONT of an irritated Andrew Minyard feels like a death sentence but âNothing will happen to you while youâre sleeping.â And having a blanket thrown over him did not feel like a threat even if he can feel Andrewâs eyes watching him.
FF is tired and when heâs tired he tends to make stupid decisions. So FF lets himself drift off to sleep while the man who was likely going to move him to a secondary location sat and watched.
His dreams are not peaceful.
Heâs running, canât escape, an echo of words he should have considered before letting himself drift off and he knows heâs going to DIE.
He wakes up with a start to the smell of bacon, eggs, and hashed browns with Nicky standing over him. âHey there sleeping beauty! I made you a plate!â He says and hands FF a plate of breakfast that smiles up at him with a bacon mouth, egg eyes, and hashed brown hair.
FF takes the plate and digs in immediately. He needs his strength.
âToday will be irritating if youâre half-asleep.â
Andrew Minyard was going to hunt him for SPORT.
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#Fluent Freshman AU#Did Andrew watch FF sleep for an hour to make sure he actually got some sleep?#Yes#Did Andrew find the 2 five hour energies and throw them out while putting the money FF spent on them in his wallet?#Also Yes#Nicky wakes up and remembers that he promised FF that he could sleep in his room#So he is trying to make it up to FF with smiley face breakfast#FF's love of Black Friday mirrors my own#Do I like the deals? Eh. Do I like the barely concealed threat of violence? YEAH BABY#We go visit my Fam in Ohio for Thanksgiving and then me my mom and my aunt make a battle plan#Mom's on grabbing duty since she's tall while my Aunt and I are on protection detail#I got a black eye one year but the Xbox 360 was worth it for Tales of Vesperia#then we get IHOP#I miss when it started at like 5 AM#Now it just starts on Thanksgiving which is bullshit#I ain't moving from my turkey coma#AFTG Fic#AFTG#AFTG AU#AFTG OC#AFTG Shitpost#Andreil#FF - Pt. 12
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actually we're going to talk about Folie more because it makes me frickin insane that the two songs that took lyrics from to you unfinished are Coffee's For Closers and w.a.m.s. and in both cases the words are twisted to make them so incredibly painful. because to you is basically to my reading a huge love letter to the band's through all their ups and downs, "all us believers still believe every time we sing "two more weeks'," "you put my head in such a flurry," "send my love, to everyone above" etc etc etc and then not only does CFC take "preaching electric to a microphone stand" and pair it with the words I will never believe in anything again, but w.a.m.s. pulls "worry worry you put my head in such a flurry/ freckle freckle what makes you so special" from the heart of a poem about a band that is also a family and then IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARD says I'm gonna leave you, I'm gonna teach you how we're all alone. everything about the spirit of to you unfinished is flipped on its head, recontextualized and handed back poisoned. Folie is almost a breakup album and What A Catch, Donnie sounds like a farewell going into a hiatus that no one knew if they'd come off of. the way to you unfinished fits in feels almost like the same sentiment behind I Don't Care, lyrics taken and twisted around and pointed back, extra sharp, extra venomous, without concern for the harm caused. Pete going down with the ship, maybe. my love and hate for you are infinite, etc etc etc. do you get what I'm saying here?? *shaking you* do you get it?!
#also ''what makes you so special'' compared with... everything about what a catch makes me INSANE#''i don't know much about classic cars but I've got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke'' đ¤ ''I've got a lot of friends who are stars#but some are just black holes''#ETC ETC ETC#there's SO much love and hate and lines blurring fr fr#and it's all framed around just like... terrible toxic relationships??? insane insane insane#sorry guys happy folie a deux Friday Saturday I'm going bonkers#she speaks!#fob#fall out boy#folie a deux#m
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#wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#seventeen#svt#wishing everyone a very ominous friday if it's still friday where u are!!#i've been meaning to make the sparkle off counterpart to sparkle on wonu for SO long and just got around to it#other pics that were candidates: predebut wonwoo with shutter shades and the paul frank plushie#wonwoo doing his hip stance from 13 raiders#and wonwoo IF seventeen gray hair glasses selca#mine
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wip wednesday
tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @tizniz @diazsdimples @buddieswhvre @disasterbuckdiaz @dangerpronebuddie đđđ
more of the cheating fic bc I said this is my main focus rn and it is haha (I might have something different for friday tho đ) I hope I'll finish this scene before I post all of it in snippets lol the convo just keeps going and going istg haha
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 âWhat are you doing here so early? After last night, I thought you two would be dead to the world the whole day.â she teases, then goes to get a cup of coffee.
âHey, Karen.â Buck responds quietly, not answering the question. Hen does it for him.
âBuckâs having a crisis. He slept with Eddie.â Hen says, and Karen turns towards them, eyes wide, but then the surprise turns into a smile.
âWell, finally.â she chuckles, reaching into the cupboard for a mug. âI thought itâd take them decades to figure it out.â she pauses, then frowns, turning towards Buck again. And he chooses to ignore that comment, because what the hell did she even mean? âWait, what happened with you and Taylor? When did you guys break up? Did I miss some 118 gossip?â she asks, shooting her wife a questioning look.
âNo, you didnât, theyâre still together..â Hen responds, scrutinizing gaze not leaving Buck. âHe cheated on her.â
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#buddie cheating fic#wip wednesday#as you can imagine karen's gonna be sooo angry and together henren will (figuratively) beat some sense into him <3#(he's gonna make just one or two more massively stupid things after that but then he'll get his shit together i promise haha)#fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste)#fic snippet#buddie#buddie fic#buddie wip#wikiangela writes#my writing#my wips#i should stop posting so many snippets of this fic before i post the whole thing haha#btw i started a new wip but i'll save it until i have more to share (maybe friday lol)#it's gonna be a different first meeting fic that's inspired by brooke davis' bachelorette party but that's all im gonna say rn lol
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Otakon's AMV contest allowed VHS submissions, and I knew I just had to submit the collab I edited with @astravis this way.
I hope it's clear why!
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(It uses a lot of actual VHS footage.)
And I loved putting AMVs on tape so much that I quickly ordered a bunch of blank tapes online to compile all of my anime music videos this way.
(Short reel of a few of them.)
And, like, it's definitely far from perfect. My computer doesn't have an HDMI port, so I have to use a converter for that, and it's horrible quality. While that does add to the VHS aesthetic, it also makes some of the subtitles nigh impossible to read (as especially evident in the "First Time" video above). My digitization process also isn't exactly ideal, either.
But popping in a VHS tape of my videos and seeing that on the TV? Absolutely amazing. There is no other way I want to physically compile my AMVs. 10/10. MarshmallowGoop/MarshmallowGoop.
Would like to improve my process someday, but if anyone else is curious about how to make VHS tapes out of videos on your computer, I mostly followed this guide here!
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#goop makes a (kinda) personal post#long post#eye strain#video#fancam friday!#in some places ^^;#been feeling a little aimless and unmotivated lately but found out i didn't lose my job today!#(wasn't *that* concerned about losing it because we're needed for compliance reasons but my department was maybe a little at risk for a bit#but that's definitely a huge relief#and one thing i have done semi-recently are these vhs tapes!#sadly 'poison tree' didn't make finals at otakon but will probably still be shown in one of the non-finalist blocks!#and the amv contest coordinator there let me know that if he got a vhs entry in 2024 that he'd be framing it đł#so it was appreciated! even if it arrived late because i found out too late about the vhs allowance#hoping another one of my vids will be shown at anime messe babelsberg tonight/tomorrow too!#and the anime nyc amv contest coordinator wants to keep it a surprise so i won't say which videos made it#but *two* of my amvs made finals there!!#where there's also gonna be a screening of detco movie 25!#so absolutely things to look forward to :')#just wish there was more time in the day for all my ideas!#as always haha#anyway had a lot of fun with these tapes!#so neat to see 'poison tree' on a tape like the universe intended#Youtube
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congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.
#kazoo noises#charles leclerc#cl16#monaco gp 2024#zoomies posting#sports posting#like man. where to begin. one of your racecar children is back in town for the weekend. he has yet to have a truly good work#weekend it seems in town. now this year. we're feeling ourselves a bit. we're feeling optimistic even. and then ur son becomes talk of town#because he keeps doing fucking bits on twitter about adopting his coworker who is friends with your youngest son. this goes on long enough#for actual reporters to comment on it. no one is willing to blink first so by friday night we've yes-anded ourselves to a grandson#(congratulations mme leclerc)#things go well. and then at qualifying they go DAMN WELL#BETTER THAN EVER REALLY! but man. im superstitious. i dont trust shit until its over and the dust has cleared#(the adoption jokes have continued by the way) and MEANWHILE everyone is eyeing that starting grid. were humming. we're making vague hand#gestures when commenting. we're all thinking. Maybe? (the streets can hear u tho. keep it down)#race starts. lap one CHAOS. so many fucking crashes. i'd faint if i had a child even in karting honestly.#(every parent in this sport deserves a prescription for laudanum)#but he's not in it. hes at the front. and he. well. he just Stays There. Through It All. and the laps tick down. until the race is run. and#there he is. your middlest son. cross the line and into the books. first place. home town. what curse indeed. thats your boy!!!!!!!! THERE!#they play the radio of him winning and the audio is peaked because he screams out so loudly. you can hear the water in the laughter.#later theres gonna be videos and photos taken of him pushing his boss into the harbor and diving right in after the man. those photos are#gonna be fucking studied in photography classes one day. and STILL! everyone involved with that goofy joke about him adopting his coworker#(who. despite all the silliness of the race stayed second place and got a podium) is still carrying the bit like a baton relay. Do you have#him over for family dinner? might as well add a plate i guess! people are joking about your youngest son having two nephews? a dog born#maybe a month ago and a man born about... what twenty three years and about a month ago? fuck it! family dinner#sorry this bit got away from me but as someone who loves my homecity and my mom so much it might actually be like.#a visible growth inside my body if they do an autopsy on me at time of death or like. my love will eat me alive. sometimes the charratives#gets to me#anyway cheers mme leclerc i hope you party so fucking hard this week
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thinking about how the relationship between the firebrands was forever altered that night of starlight beacon's dedication
#that night on starlight really just changed EVERYTHING#something something we can never go back#i have feelings about them being forced away from each other by their circumstances#avar and stellan being at odds ever since that night and never getting to make it right#avar rejecting elzar and distancing herself from him and stellan and not finding her way back to him for years really#elzar and stellan actually seeing each other more but stellan's duties keeping him from giving elzar the attention elzar wants#and that stellan probably wants to give him#and just thinking about stellan realizing (in one of his last moments on starlight) that their circumstances w the nihil and the drengir#have done this to them. that they let their enemies get between them (esp him and avar)#and he WANTED to make it right. he WANTED the chance to bring their constellation together once more#AND THEY NEVER GOT TO#anyway. crying on this fine firebrands friday đ#avar kriss#elzar mann#stellan gios#firebrands#a constellation of three#the high republic#mik reads the high republic
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gooooooooood MORNING !! happy wednesday friendz ! we made it to hump day yipeeee !! have the bestest day, iâm cheering on all of youuu ! ŮŠ(ËáË*)Ů
#incoming yap alert#oooooo iâm so excited bc tonight im starting a new pathfinder campaign and my character is so cool >:3#a lil badass gunslinger who seeks revenge on the man that wronged her !!#my sniper queen <3#alsooo yesterday i got so much work done on the event !!!#lowkey v proud of myself bc i am NOT good with writing deadlines but i really want everything done for friday !!!#just gotta edit the blurbs and make the moodboards and match ups look pretty#v exciting stuff :â)#okay i must go bc itâs a very busy day so i will return later !!#i promise to answers my asks and catch up on my tags soon :( life has just been a lil crazy !!!#sending out sm love !!!#âËâš á° xoxo aims#đŁď¸ the daily yap .#<- one day i will update this tag ⌠one day âŚ
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Even though I know it would be physically impossible to have Tim on stage during What If Tomorrow Comes, I think way too much about how in canon, Tim was just. Waiting in the car. He never saw his dad again. And Tom, whose entire initial motivation stems from wanting to make his son happy, leaves him to die alone at the end of the world.
#genuinely it destroys me#i love hannah but. tim. never got to see his dad#did he hear the bomb#was he waiting for tom to come and get him#did he get out of the car or did he just die alone in a car waiting for his dad to come and get him#it makes me inordinately sad#starkid#black friday#black friday musical#black friday starkid#starkid black friday#tim houston#tom houston
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#probably my last sunny walk at home :(#keeeeellll meeeee#i think one of the things i hate about going back to uni is not being able to experience autumn and winter at home like i used to#itâs weird because iâve always loved them and considered them my favourite seasons.#but last year (and now this year) iâm realizing that oh! i think itâs because i got to come home after a long day and be in a safe familiar#space. and at uni everything is still a bit unfamiliar and not very comforting so the long cold days get so much harder#but i will surviveeeeeee#counting on gilmore girls to get me through it!! and also love is blind s7. i LOVE having things to look forward to every week it makes tim#fly by so fast. last yr every friday night was reserved for me and i ate frozen pizza or takeout and/or my favourite snacks and#watch my comfort films :( i cooked a lot those nights too 2 save money but yeah. it was rlly nice to have that comfy safe time to myself#i think it rlly got me thru uni.#ik itâs gonna be so hard to get back into a routine but im trying to tell myself that i need to like. focus on the basics first. adulting#can be so hard & i wanna do everything at once! i wanna b perfect in all areas. always do my hobbies. etc etc but i#i couldnt even get out of bed to make myself meals sometimes đ so i need to like remember if i donât journal or read a whole book in a day#not the end of the world. and most importantly i need to be EATING and staying active and SLEEPING FIRST and foremost cause then hopefully#i wonât feel like a zombie.#okay anyways.#feeling sad feeling tired feeling unmotivated but also feeling a teensy bit excited for finally BEING ALONE!!!!#i have my cardiologist appt tmrw so maybe thatâs why i feel so yuck also. just thinking abt it makes me wanna throw up#i hope everything goes well#anyways bye bye#⥠dear diaryâŚ
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i need people to start writing scientists as completely batshit. none of us are normal. the âuptight and logical and rationalâ stereotype is a facade
#i love my labs. no one is normal#everyone is nuts!!!! you think someone is super impressive and normal and then youâll hit a topic and be blown away because they immediately#shift to the weirdest possible person youâve ever seen. the most normal person ive seen is the entomology professor who was so pissed about#the reclassification of cockroaches that he will start yelling#my boss is a post doctorate. heâs so smart itâs nuts. i was told AT LENGTH about his catsâ grooming habits#one of my coworkers was tipsy and was showing us her beetle tattoo and then immediately pivoted to animal noises#âyeah and then the tattoo artist made it simmetrical. i can make a noise like a dying seal want to hearâ#we were playing jackbox and I got the prompt âmy asshole is leakingâ. i drew a butt plug. my boss and my entire lab was in the room#the p.i. of my other lab keeps emailing the entire lab memes#weâre normal people but in a strange way. weâre abnormal but not in the way people think about scientists#one of my coworkers was a music producer who made hundreds of thousands of dollars if not more but just. has a personal passion for#plant genetics. so he works in labs. but heâs a music producer#idk im just thinking about this bc of the party Friday
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