#lachie needs help

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make lachie grow italian curls

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Long Snake Moan 10

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Loki

Summary: your boss gives you a task you’re not prepared for.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Loki entwines your life like the snake he is. You stare at the steaming cup of tea as you listen to him in the kitchen. You don’t really trust him not to ruin anything else but you’re powerless to stop him. Every move has another pang plucking in your stomach.  

God! You can’t believe it. Three days. With him? And you’re married? Right, none of this makes sense. He can’t be your husband. It’s impossible. 

You drag yourself up and clutch your stomach. There’s something else, a tingle as your thighs press together. A flash ripples behind your eyes and you hear him groaning, feeling him thrusting, his hot breath enshrines you. You blink and it’s gone. A moan drifts from your lips. 

You search your apartment and scowl. All this green... It’s not bad but it’s a bit much. None of you is left here. Aren’t marriages unions not invasions? 

No, you’re not married. He never even asked. You get up and suss out your phone on the side table. You pick it up as you keep an ear toward his constant stirring. You tap into the search bar and bring up City Hall. You have to call. Damn it. 

You tiptoe toward the bathroom and peek back as you ease the door shut. You tap the phone number and chew your thumb. You’re on hold for a while and after navigating through the directory, you finally get an answer. 

“Hi, er, wow,” you respond to the dull tone on the other end. “I don’t really know how to do this. Sorry, erm, I need to look up a marriage license?” 

“Do you have the registration number?” The woman asks. 

“No, but I can give you my name? My Social Security? Whatever you need.” 

“Social Security,” she sniffs into the speaker. She doesn’t seem very impressed. 

You recite the memorised number and wait as you hear the clacking of keys. She hums flatly. “Yep, right here...” she reads out your name, “and uh, Lachi—Loki Laufeyson.” 

Your heart drops. What? Your last hope that he’s as much a liar as ever evaporates. You stand stunned, starring into the drain. 

“Anything else I can do, ma’am?” She doesn’t sound genuinely helpful. 

“No,” you croak and hang up. You’ve wasted her time. 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You lift your head and slowly let yourself look at your reflection. You shriek at Loki as he grins over you. 

“Oh god,” you spin to face him in the tight space, “do you have to do that?” 

“Well, I was concerned. I find my wife missing--” 

“Don’t say it. Stop. No. Wife? I can’t--” 

“It is the truth. Legal, as it were. Surely that lovely woman on the phone told you so,” he slithers. 

“Ugh, why? Why me?” 

“Oh, I know, how lucky you are,” he tickles along your sides and you nearly toss the phone. You stop him, latching onto one wrist as you push your cell against the other. 

“Haven’t you done enough?” 

“Hardly. Darling, we are on honeymoon, are we not? So let us taste the delicious nectar of our coming together--” 

“Honeymoon? Wow, it’s wonderful,” you look around. 

“Ah, yes, I do believe you mortals prefer to travel, so...” 

He untangles his arm from your grasp and snaps his finger. His figure is limned in ribbons of green and your insides twist as the world spins around you. Your feet leave the ground only to land heavier on something else.  

You blink and cry out. The sky is a vibrant violet and silver stars shine in a constellation all around. You crane to see the tapestry as your feet press on something rough. You look down and two golden sandals appear on your feet. The satin robe transforms into a gown with braiding that matches the shoes. 

Loki turns parallel to you and presses his hand to your lower back. “Beautiful, yes?” 

You peer around and open and close your mouth. You take inhale deeply. Several times. You know you’re nowhere on earth. 

“I can breathe...” you murmur. 

“As you know, I have my tricks,” he purrs. 

“Wh-where are we?” You ask shakily, the reality that you’re on an entirely different planet rattles in your skull. 

“Does it matter? We are together?” You look at him and he turns to meet your gaze, “why do you look upon me thus?” 

You shake your head. You can’t explain all the ways he makes you feel. Loathing, confusion, agitation, and a little fear. 

“It’s a lot,” you utter at last. 

“Yes, I’ve been told I can be much to handle.” 

You sigh and look up at the sky. It is pretty. Your eyes wander down to the rocky peaks along the far edge of the planet. It smells like... flowers and vanilla and cinnamon. You raise your nose to sniff it deeper. 

“What is that?” 

“I wouldn’t know. I smell sage and Asgardian oak. It won’t be the same as you.” 

“Huh?” You glance at him again. This time, he laughs. 

“Here, you can smell exactly what you like best. And the sky reflects the colours which you most love. To me, a sea of evergreen and sapphire, but now, a touch of the shade of your lips too. For you... well, what do you see?” 

Your heart flips. It can’t be true. 

“I’m not lying to you,” he affirms as if he can read your mind. Somehow, you believe him. 

“It’s purple. Lilac and plum and there’s silver stars.” 

“Lovely,” he wraps his arm around you. It’s strange. You don’t feel so... uneasy. Almost calm. “And you’ve not even seen our accommodation, my beautiful wife.” 

“Just... let me enjoy this. Just a little.” 

He hums but says nothing else. His fingers curl into your hips and his chest falls. You’re not happy but you’re not entirely unhappy. Not like it will make much difference. You’re in to deep. 

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Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (2024)

Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga proves the wasteland has plenty more stories to offer. Is it on the same level as Mad Max: Fury Road? No, but keep in mind that Fury Road is one of the greatest action movies ever made. Even The Road Warrior doesn’t reach its ferocity or pulse-pounding excitement. What this prequel spinoff has are outstanding action scenes, gorgeous cinematography, a rich world you love to explore and loads of memorable characters.

In a post-apocalyptic Australia, Furiosa (played by Alyla Browne as a child and teenager) is taken from her home by the Biker Horde, led by Dementus (Chris Hemsworth). Given to Immortan Joe (Lachy Hulme) in a trade, Furiosa (played by Anya Taylor-Joy as an adult) remains determined to make her way home. To do this, she must make herself useful enough to be trusted with the resources she’ll need to survive the wasteland.

The standout in Furiosa is absolutely Chris Hemsworth as Dementus. We’ve seen evil people in this franchise, but he’s the cruelest and most bug-nuts so far. The thing is, Hemsworth is so charismatic and Dementus is so adept at navigating this world you find yourself admiring the character. Through the story’s five chapters, he’s constantly finding ways to increase his army, resources and influence. The more power he accumulates, the more dangerous he becomes. It’s like he knows he wants to be in charge, but not why, or what to do once he is, which leads to more chaos and destruction. You're never sure if he’s as mad as he seems, or if he’s putting on a show to mock this new world. Maybe it’s that he’s fully embraced the wasteland and wants it to remain as lawless and savage as it is now, so he’s determined to keep tearing it down. Maybe he was always like this but civilization kept him in check. What makes him so dangerous is that beneath the madness, there’s logic and cunning that reminds you of Heath Ledger’s Joker. You're not sure if even Dementus is prepared to deal with Dementus.

We got a pretty good look at this world in Fury Road but the film was constantly putting more distance between the protagonists and the Citadel. Furiosa, by contrast, allows us to sit and see the inner workings. The closeups we get help us understand but they don’t bring any comfort. This is a dreadful world dominated by violence. On the upside, that carnage sure is cinematic. What’s amazing is that we’ve seen vehicular destruction four times from George Miller and he still manages to bring some new ideas to the table. As I was watching our heroine fend off The Octoboss (Goran D. Kleut, playing a character whose name is as ridiculous as it is awesome) and his Mortiflyers, admiring the way it’s shot and the constant back-and-forth as the casualties rise, I suddenly realized how long this battle has been going on. There are few movies doing action on this franchise's level.

You’d think that by being a prequel, much of Furiosa would be predictable but the screenplay by Miller and Nico Lathouris repeatedly uses your expectations to surprise you. You know that Furiosa is, at some point, going to lose her left arm. You know because she wears a mechanical arm in Fury Road and because she’s got a map to her home tattooed on it. Dementus wants that map. We know Furiosa will do anything to keep it out of his hands. Does that mean she will eventually sacrifice her arm to keep it away from him? Is Dementus going to forcibly take it, giving our heroine another reason to seek revenge from him? Will she simply lose it during a violent attack? You don’t know and frequently, you think “This is it!”, only for the picture to prove you wrong.

The always-reliable Anya Taylor-Joy does so much with her character’s limited dialogue and handles the action scenes exceptionally well but if we spend time on her, we won’t have time to talk about the side characters, my favorite of which is Praetorian Jack (Tom Burke). Can he get a spinoff movie too? He's so effortlessly cool. How about the multitude of loonies accompanying Dementus, like that guy with the one eye, or the lady whose face is all messed up? What I love about this film is that it even makes characters out of vehicles. Like, you’ll see this cobbled-together monstrosity and realize you've seen it before. Now, it's got new pieces welded onto it, or a new driver and you can tell that inanimate object has its own story it could tell.

Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga is packed with so much story, worldbuilding, action and memorable scenes you don’t even feel the 148-minute pass by. In fact, when it reached the Chapter Three mark, I thought to myself “Already? We can’t be close to halfway done… not yet!” I can't wait to see it again. (Theatrical version on the big screen, June 4, 2024)

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Tommy and the Babysitter

The second advent reject from Cloud Nine & Other Stories. Set later in 2024 than the first reject and the eventual story, Luke is six months old.

“Tommy, baby, I love this kid, but we need a night off.”                

Tommy looked up from where he was wrist-deep in pairing tiny socks.  Maria was in the doorway, lightly bouncing a fussy six-month-old in her arms.  The baby in question had a mouthful of her hair and from this angle, it kind of looked like he was sporting a dramatic moustache.

There were any number of appropriate babysitters in Jackson who could help the Millers out.  The most promising was the one right across the street.  Tommy knew how good his brother was with kids and Maria was kind of starstruck by Joel’s affinity for it, repressed for over twenty years, but comfortably finding its way back into Joel’s psyche.

“He’s always looked after someone,” Tommy explained later as they packed Luke a big bag.  He would not be staying overnight – Maria didn’t feel ready for that – but it was a long enough time that Tommy felt the need to arm Luke with his own supplies in the case of any eventuality.  “First it was me, then it was Emma, then it was Sarah – ”

He paused, then drew the zip decisively along its track.

“Then Tess, then Ellie.  He can’t help it.  He’s just hardwired that way.”

“Is Tess okay with this?” Maria passed him another hat, just in case the first vanished into thin air.  “She’s – a bit less …”

“Tess and Ellie are goin’ round to Lachie’s.”

“And was that before or after Tess heard Joel was babysitting Luke?”

“I don’t know.”  Tommy shrugged.  Then, sensing Maria’s eyes still on him, he hoisted the bag on his shoulder and looked at her.  “Don’t worry.  We haven’t chased her out of home.  Joel don’t do anything she’s not okay with, not even for me.  And Tess has always been … Tess has always been …”

“What?”

“Particular about not comin’ between Joel and me.”

“If anything happens to her, it’s on you.”

Joel had threatened him with that two decades ago, when they left the mountains of Tennessee.  And something had happened to Tess in Indianapolis, and Tommy had never quite been able to shake a sense of responsibility for it, even though Joel had never once used that warning against him. 

“But did she?”

“What?”

“Come between you.”

Tommy lifted the bag over one shoulder.  He thought about it for a moment.  “No.  There are a lot of  things I can blame on Tess, but that ain’t one of them.  And I would’ve been fuckin’ blind to ever think it could’ve been any different.  Them two were meant for each other, right from the start.  Anyone could see that.”

Maria raised her eyebrows, amused.  “You liked Tess?”

“Am I in trouble, ma’am?”

She grinned.  “No.”

“No,” he said, pretty sure that was true.  It was a long time ago, after all.  “People either loved Tess or hated Tess. She can be kind of divisive like that.  I was one of the few inbetweeners.”

“Uh huh,” Maria gave him that irritating, knowing smile she wore when she thought she knew best. 

Tommy rolled his eyes.  She hadn’t been there, and she didn’t know.  It was complicated back then.  They were so young.  The Outbreak was still with them, so fresh, and there was so much they still didn’t know about the fungus, each other, and most of all, themselves. 

The truth was Tommy sometimes had difficulty connecting up the man he’d been then with the one he was now.  He talked about it in the sessions he attended on Tuesday nights, a group of men around about his age.  None of their experiences were identical but there were common themes across all their pathways.  It was reassuring to be heard.  It was easier to relate to pre-Outbreak Tommy Miller than it was with the man he’d become between about 2008 to 2018.  That was surprisingly common amongst the men in his group.  Stormin’ Norman called it the “do or die” time.  It was the point where everyone lost themselves, tried different ways to make it, then found themselves on the other side trying to reconcile with all the things they’d done. 

He wished Joel would go with him just once.  Even if he didn’t talk.  Just go once and listen.

“You right to go?”  Tommy asked.

Maria nodded.  She was already rugged up – scarfed and zippered and booted and behatted – ready for their precious few hours to themselves. 

Joel met them at the front door, rubbing his hands together and turning his head from side to side to squint at the gently falling snow. 

“Are you sure this is okay?”  Maria asked. 

Tommy could hear the slight catch in her voice.  All her reservations about Joel were far from resolved.  She was choosing to trust Tommy over her own instincts. 

“I’ve got him,” Joel said, gently lifting Luke into his arms.  “We’ll have fun.”

“Yeah, he’s a fuckin’ hoot,” Tommy commented as he eased the bag on to Joel’s shoulder. 

He stepped back with a thank you on his lips and paused.  Joel just standing there, looking down at the new, tiny baby in his arms.  It could’ve been 1989.  Tommy swallowed his words instead and backed away, nodding.  His gloved hands found Maria’s.

Tommy and his wife headed down the road.  Their breath escaped in warm puffs before them, caught in the twinkling lights.  Fairy and streetlights were strung up all over, the network expanding further than it had the previous year as more neighbourhoods within Jackson opened up.  Their population growth was slow and controlled.  They had lost more people during the year than they had gained.  But it was exciting to see the Jackson experiment was working. 

“What are you thinking about?”  Maria asked.

“Just – naw, it’s nothin’,” he answered, shying away from it.  He nodded to the towering Christmas tree.  “Every time I see that, I think I’m in a fuckin’ Hallmark movie.”

“Nothing wrong with one of those,” Maria replied, glancing over their shoulder to the blue house.  “I used to look forward to curling up with one of those and a glass of wine.”

“I thought you liked those shitty action flicks.”

“I can like both,” she reminded him.

(I think the point of this was Tommy talking about finding something that worked for him, finally being part of something bigger, which was his core drive throughout Driftersverse but idk).

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Thomas And Friends Retrospective: Thomas and the Magic Railroad Theatrical Cut (Commission for Lachie V)

Hello all you happy people and i'ts back on the train gang for more Thomas the Tank Engine

For those of you just joining us, a recap: For the past year and a half or so, i've been covering the first five seasons of thomas the tank engine on and off for @lachievpoststhings, who comissioned these as a fan of the franchise to get an outsider's perspective and hopefully get less jokes about Henry being walled up for always and always. Your free to jump in here and i'll have a post of the restrospective so far soon after this review's finished.

The basics are one day the good Reverend Bawldry, a longtime railway enthusist, made a bedtime story for his son about trains with human faces, kept making more as the kid loved them, and eventually turned these stories into a series of succesful books. Decades later in the 80's, up and coming exec Brit Alcroft seeked to adapt these books to screen and using amazing modelwork, velvety narration from Ringo Starr, George Carlin, Micheal Angelis and more across both ponds, Thomas became a massive success. While his US airings needed a wraparound, it got one in the superb shinging time station, your standard "kids learn lessons in a place" show, except this one has a magical tiny george carlin named Mr Conductor who shows up to give advice and schemer

This glorious large ham cooks up halfbaked schemes, is distrusted by children, and makes every episode better just by existing.

So with this success Brit Alcroftt decided to take her big IP to where all big properties go: the big screen. Luckily for her Barry London, head of Paramount at the time, had a daughter who loved Thomas and greenlight the picture in 1995 with a deal inked by 1996 and a script on the way. Unluckily, sometime after London left the studio and the project was canned because new studio heads are vindictive bastards. See how Final Space was canned after a studio change and goofy movie was given NO advertising after the exec pushing for it left. Thankfully after a false start elsewhere for Alcroftt, she decided to self fiance, finding that the Isle of Mann offered tax breaks. Helping was that London landed at another studio, destination films, so with their major backing and the isle of man cut the film was good to go.

So with that the film got underway and as far as I can tell it was MOSTLY smooth apart from a mishap with a James model.Post.. was a diffrent beast. The film had drastic changes done to it after a test screening caused Execs to panic: they changed most of the voice cast since the voices for most of the main cast were seen as "too old" and the one for one of the big bads, Disel 10 "too scary". That'd be bad enough.. but then they decided to ax an ENTIRE CHARACTER, PT Boomer, who served as a human antagonist.

Shockingly the excutives doing a power meddle did nothing to actually salvage the film: it bombed at the box office, closed the door on any future thomas films and ended Britt Alcroft's time at her own company.

So that leaves us with some questions: Was the film THAT bad? Was the original cut, which we now have thanks to a blu ray specail edition in workprint form, any better? Was their any salvaging this mess or was it always a silly engine? and why was schemer left out?

While i'll never be able to figure out that last question, the rest I hope to answer by tackling both cuts in their own reviews. I'm tackinlg the theatrical first as while it's the second cut, ti's the one most people have seen and i'm not watching the work print till the review of the theatrical cut is finished as i'm judging it as most people watching it would: this is the version that's most complete, wildly avaliable and that most people have seen, so I want to view it on that merit, albeit with the understanding it was cut up quite a bit, so I am giving it a little leeway.

So join me under the cut for the maddening mysteries of the theatrical cut of thomas the tank engine. I warn you the film your about to hear about is nigh incomprehinsible, quite mad, and has alec baldwin acting like h'es taken all the drugs in the world. You've been warned. Let's begin.

So since i've already covered behind the scene's let's jump into the mishmash of scenes hastily cut together then horrifyingcally stitched back together by the studio. Because "Plot" is being more generous than this cut deserves.

So the film follows the fate of two worlds: the world of Shining Time Station and the world of Sodor where thomas and friends live, the two ends of Mr. Conductor's universe. What does that mean?

I think it's supposed to be metaphorical like saying my world.. but having a magical being say that and say that about two parallel worlds is just confusing. Did he create Sodor? Did whatever race the mr conductors are did? This is more confusing than a film about stupid train children should be.

This is also the film's approach to it's world building as a whole: just throw something in that's confusing and hard to parse, never fully explalin it and walk on to the next bit of insanity. I'm not asking for through, complex world building from a Thomas the Tank Engine film, i'm just asking for a world where any of the magic you set up makes any sense.

The two shows this comes from don't have this problem. There is weird shit in both universes.. but both universes are consitent. Sodor is a british island, exists in the 1920's, and has a massive railway ran by Sir Topham "The Fat Controller" hat. The trains all have faces and are wholly sentient and are still treated entirely as trains. That's.. it. It's just the 30's but with sentient trains. It takes getting used to, they cause tons of accidents and weird shit happens.. but it's simple.

Shining time has more magic and what not but it's still consistent: Mr C is a magical entity of some kind with a vast family, he lives in shining time but can travel the multiverse and visits sodor frequently, bringing back it's stories for the kids he mentors. There's also magical puppets in the jukebox. Neither thing is explained, but we really don't need one and how both Mr. C and the PUppets operate is consitent.

The film.. is as consistent as a Warner BRos Discovery exec. The film just sloppily stiches a bunch of magical concepts and cliches together , expects you to just accept it and move on. The problem is unlike thomas and shinging time, it piles so shit on that you have no choice but to ask questions. And yes im aware i'm not the film's target demo.. but the film's target demo, younger children.. still deserve some respect. Shining Time and Thomas never fell like they think the audience is morons and you should never treat children like idiots just to justify your sloppy plotting. And chidlren aside..adults still had to take their kids to this. 5 year olds can't buy movie tickets.. well they can but the theater has to be pretty fucking neglegent. The adults who were kind enough to take their kids to see this didn't deserve to have a confusing mess shoved on them.

Speaking of a confusing mess let's get back to the film. The Film has two major storylines across the two worlds which quickly overlap:

ON earth curious city kid Lily Stone, played by Maura Wilson, is sent to vist her grampy burnett, played by Peter Fonda who to his credit takes the roll seriously. Burnett has an assitant/sidekick/local orphan boy named Mutt who, given the two minutes i've seen of the workprint, marries her in that cut but here is just kinda.. there so Peter Fonda can explain his train backstory: he was once the conductor of Lady, a magical train that could cross betwen worlds and i'm just going to go ahead and get this started

Things the Film Just Wants you To Accept: 2

Lady was injured by Disel 10 , played by Neil crone. I'll point out the original actors when I do the workprint if you were curious. He's an evil Diesel who has a grappling claw and a confusing world domination plan. Burnett's spent his life trying to fix Lady with no luck.

Meanwhile on Sodor, Sir Hatt is going on vacay so he asked Mr. Conductor to go watch his stupid train children for him while he's away. We have a new Mr. C in this film I assume, as while the film never explains it the series did expalin it's swapping mr c's with Ringo Starr's versoin being the cousin of his succesor, the george carlin one. So I assume this is also a cousin as Mr. C also has one he also hands his hat off to. More on that towards the end and more on the ocusin in a bit. Point is new mr. c is played by Alec Baldwin.. and baldwin spends the whole film acting like he's tripping balls. Baldwin is hamming it up so hard trying to be a chldren's character he comes off like Mr. C took enoguh coke before comming to sodor that he dosen't come down for TWO DAYS. Baldwin mostly acts hammily, hyderactively and goofily. It dosen't work on it's own as it's way too over the top even for this film and trying way to hard. It is however a nice jolt of hilaroius nonsense in a film that's mostly confusing nonsense.

Anyways Mr C soon has a problem :his sparkle, his magic dust, is running out. And apparently if it runs out , the magic of sodor and shining time both dies with him. Or something.

Things the Film Just Wants you To Accept: 3

He dosen't notice at first, being late while Thomas and Friends deal with normal business: Thomas is just a tad late, and Gordon, the biggest engine, is being a pompus asshole about it. Gordon is also played by Crone, who adlibbed msot of his lines for both Diesel 10 and Gordon, to the point one line later in the film is just gordon lapsing into a rant about how clever he is, how smaller engines can neve rbe useful, and how he's the best. He did it, he broke Gordon down to his bare essentials.

The two are soon confronted by Disel 10 who someone passed the background check and unveils his plan: he's going to find and kill lady, which will destroy all the magic in sodor and some how make him god emperor of all trains.

Things the Film Just Wants you To Accept: 4

First he plans to kill all the trains and ambushes them at night. Mr C finds his magic isn't working which isn't good. His escape plan is as diabolical as it is horrifying: he's going to poor sugar in disel's gas tank.. by waving a bag of sugar at him

Things the Film just Wants You To Accept: 5

So Mr. C heads off on an epic quest to find his magic, facing off with goblins, a wall of hands, a bog of eternal stentch, chily down with the fire gang and the most dangerous foe of all, David Bowie's Crotch. And I just described Labyrinth because Mr. C's quest amounts to "Dick around looking for clues and get kidnapped by a train" and i'd rather be talking about Labyrinth again... so let's do. Having relistned to it thanks to my nephew putting it on a playlist while I was in the car, i"ve come to realize I was WAY too hard on chilli down. While the actual musical number hasn't aged great the actual music is a fucking banger, having a nice surreal feel, the best drug trip song that's ever drug trip songed. Good stuff.

So back to my neverending torment Mr. C has a nap/is barely concious after Disel nearly threw him off a bridge this time so he has a prophetic dream

Things the Film Just Wants You To Accept: 6

Yes apparently in this time Alec Baldwin is the Kwisatz Haderach

He sees a future where due to him being absent shining time has closed down. The kid are gone, Billy was replaced by a terrible actor, and Schemer is seemingly dead. Wait.. that all happened in the main timeline. How is he sure the interstellar jihad the end of shining time is something he can stop?

Well he isn't so he calls his cousin Mr C Junior for help. Sadly this dosen't mean we get Ringo Starr or George Carlin but instead Micheal E Rogers. While his agressive scottishness is charming, he can't save this character as Junior is just kinda annoying at best. He ALLGEDLY has an arc where he learns his lesson and becomes better.. but he's really just a dumbass who wastes all his uncle's dust and his own remaining dust. He's only here because SOMEONE has to bring lily to Sodor

So before we get to that, let's catch up on everyone else. Burnett's dog is apparently also injesting spike and thus makes sure LIly ends up at shining time and sees Junior briefly. She then gets settled in with grandpa bonds with Dodger, just kinda putters around and...

FATHER THE SLEEPER HAS AWAKENED okay so stupid train children next. For a Thomas the Tank Engine movie the engines.. really don't actually do much in the plot. It's something I didn't notice in the film itself as the cut tricks you into THINKING their doing more than they are, cutting to the engines every few scenes as thomas tries to find Mr Conductor and stop Disesel 10 and his two comedic minions I haven't mentiond till now , who Disel sends to find the magic railroad. They do. That's it.. that's all they've done all film.

So we instead get a bunch of scenes of Thomas saying he's going to do something then just.. I guess doing something. We get bits of James and Percy who were originally voiced by Micheal Angelis, but instead replaced to get younger voices.. and instead got voice actresses who didn't really try to make thems ound masculine, resulting in Gender Flip James and Percy. James in paticular sounds like a dikensian orphan. I will say Eddie Glenn does a really good job at thomas but he and Neil Crone are the only ones who really get their rolls right out of the voice cast. I don't doubt these va's are good nor judge them for this: they werne't given much to work with, with Crone given nothing to work with and simply improvising, and were likely given little time to prepare given the rushed production schedule for the recut.

The most Thom=as contributes is loosing a truck, that will be important later, and figuring out that Disel's after the buffers which somehow allow people to travel on the magic railroad.

Things This Film Just Wants you To Accept: I"m So Tired

He finds out too late but thanks to Junior who brought a child with him because fuck it, they find thomas' missing truck and thomas and Mara Wilson go back to reality. A bad model of Thomas the film expects us to think is anywhere near acceptable

Things This Film Just Wants You To Accept: Stupid Train Models are for Cattle and Loveplay.

We do get a clever solution to the lady thing.. even if we never really get Burnett's backstory as that was cut because reasons. Since they have Sodor coal Lily suggests using it and I like it: it's a symbol of lady being both of this world and sodor. It's kind of cool in af ilm tha'ts mostly just confusing.

So lady returns to sodor, though Mr. C still thinks he and other Mr C who was busy telling Sir Topham Hat to go fuck himself and nearly getting murdered, using the last of his magic to save james, are dying as they still need that sweet sweet smack. I mean sparkle.. which is magical smack so it's better.

Before they can fix the crisis though Disel 10 shows up and we get a hilaroiusly green screneed ifnal chase as Burnet taunts his nemisis the sentient train. The chase scene.. is hilarously, horribly modleed and fun to watch. lady naturally wins, Disel 10 is left in the sludge but apparently comes back, and it's a happy end as Mara Wilson mixes well atter and railroad shavings to somehow create magic dust.

Things This Film Just Wants You To Accept: LONG LIVE THE STUPID TRAIN CHILDREN

So Mr C pases the cap on to his nephew who decides after his near death experince to man up finishing his nonexistant character arc. Mara wilson and co return home, the day is saved and the film just sorta ends.

That's.. the theatrical cut of Thomas and the Magic Railroad and as you can tell I was not a fan. It's entertaining for the most part and delightfully insane but i't sincoherence makes it REALLY hard to enjoy a lot of the time. As a Thomas film Thomas is barely a facotr in the plot, and as a shining time station film only two characters returned

Only. Two. Characters. Returned. The new characters are all bland cyphers, likely due to the cut changing. They TRY, Mara Wilson may of done this for the vacation but like Sir Micheal Caine before her she'll still work hard for the paycheck, but ther'es just nothing to hold onto. This film is a mess and I only recommend it if you have some friends to riff with, as I did with @jess-the-vampire or are good and baked. I was not but I hope to get some weed for my anxiety some day, and on that day I might watch this film. Oh who am I kidding i'm watching David Lynch's Dune and we all know it. Possibly with that episode of Sex and the City where Kyle Mclaclhan plays tennis shirtless at night as a prequel. His two best performances together at last.

So yeah not a big fan of this one. Not the worst thing i've covered but a hell of a film to unpack.. so you can imagine i'm just... PLEASED. AS. PUNCH. to be covering the other cut. Will be it be better? Worse? at least comprehnsible? Will I keep doing Dune refrences because I really fucking loved Part 2? All this and more will be answered next time but for now

[weird-kid-maxx]

The Lifeguard's Secret

Brought to you by Story Generator (Link).

Warnings: Mentions of ab*se, se**f-h**m, and other triggering topics. Please read with caution!!!

Third Person POV

Once upon a time, in the modern world, there was a young man named Lachie. He was a lifeguard at Bondi Beach, known for his bravery and dedication. However, behind his cheerful demeanor, Lachie carried a heavy secret.

Lachie lived in an abusive household, enduring physical and emotional torment every day. The scars on his body were hidden beneath his lifeguard uniform, but his teammates couldn't help but notice his change in behavior. He also played a part in the self-harm scars littering his body as well, but he couldn't stop.

One sunny afternoon, as they sat in the lifeguard tower, Reidy and Whippet decided it was time to confront Lachie. Concerned for their friend's well-being, they approached him gently, asking if something was wrong.

Lachie hesitated at first, unsure if he could trust them with his painful truth. But the genuine concern in their eyes made him realize that he didn't have to face his struggles alone. With a deep breath, he opened up and shared everything.

Tears streamed down Lachie's face as he recounted the horrors he endured at home. Reidy and Whippet listened intently, their hearts breaking for their friend. Their son, even. They offered their unwavering support and vowed to help him escape the cycle of abuse.

Together, they devised a plan to ensure Lachie's safety. They contacted the authorities, providing them with the necessary evidence to take action against his abusers. Lachie was filled with a mix of fear and relief, knowing that his life was about to change forever.

In the following days, Lachie moved into a safe house, with Whippet and his wife and kids, away from the toxic environment that had haunted him for so long. Reidy and Whippet stood by his side, offering him the love and support he desperately needed.

As time passed, Lachie's wounds began to heal, both physically and emotionally. With the help of therapy and the unwavering friendship of Reidy and Whippet and the rest of the team, he regained his strength and found a renewed sense of purpose.

Lachie's story served as a reminder to every lifeguard, new and old, at Bondi Beach of the importance of compassion and looking out for one another. His bravery in sharing his truth inspired others to speak up and seek help when faced with similar challenges.

And so, Lachie's journey from darkness to light became a beacon of hope for all who crossed his path. With his newfound resilience, he continued to save lives on the shores of Bondi Beach, now armed with the knowledge that he was never alone.

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[drfrancisdave]

Mhm… Sam’s just been sick and the other guy is tryna push me off.

~ Lachy

You need any help? Seems like you're in danger...

Also am I speaking informally correctly? I thought I should read up on modern slang...

[carnage-vrp]

session eight; roots

Following their last encounter with Freya, the group splinter off to tend to their own growing agendas for the time being. Bruce struggles to balance peace with his wife and son, slowly entrenching himself more deeply into understanding the Anarchs' movements. He discovers Becca has been looking into mental institutions on his behalf. Edwina begins working under Gabriel, dispatching the casino's less pleasant patrons. Genevieve delves into the meaning of the red mist described by the Malkavian Primogen, meeting with Annaliese and Jacob, discovering the latter's connection with another blood buyer.

As Kalyspia's companions, the coterie attend an off-the-books meeting between Camarilla figures, bold enough to call itself an "Elysium" beneath the Prince's nose. Bruce narrowly avoids causing an upset with Genevieve's help. Valeandre opens the floor to put Genevieve unexpectedly in the spotlight. Kalypsia defends Gen's privacy, but Gabriel's words cause a nasty mistunderstanding with both Ventrue and Thin-Blood. Multiple Kindred at the meeting express an interest in hearing more about Kalypsia's proposed 'solution'.

The coterie discover Gabriel did not in fact plan to sell Genevieve out, but assumed Kalypsia would play her Sire's rumoured relationship to the Prince as a trump card. Wary of Valeandre's growing madness, Gabriel cashes in on Kalypsia's boon, requesting that in the event his unlife comes into question at Elysium, she sway the vote in his favour.

Bruce requests Kalypsia reverse Lachie's transfer. Edwina and Genevieve return to their recently-acquired home. Departing, Edwina receives a message from Gabriel in regards to a location he claims has what they need.

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

"It helps to have someone in the same boat to speak to," she agreed. Though Azula was cautious around everyone they met, it helps to speak to other parents.

Azula pulled open the cabinet containing glass vials of her mixes. "Any preference?" Under normal circumstances, she'd use a body scan to determine what herbs suited his needs. "I bought ingredients for cookies, too, if you and Lachie want to make a batch later."

"I sort of wonder if they believed us at all until that first creature showed up," Natalie thought aloud. "It's good they have other half-blood friends to talk about this sort of thing with now. It just seems like there's some teen drama to go with it." The water started to boil and Natalie almost moved to get the tea kettle herself but stopped herself and held her hands up.

Aaron came into the kitchen and opened a cabinet looking around.

"Hey no snacking, the lasagna is in the oven," Natalie told him.

"Oh, it is? Already?" Aaron asked turning to his moms. He'd asked on the ride if they could have some but didn't think it'd be nearly ready so fast.

"It's a favorite, I knew you'd ask," Natalie pointed out. "If you want something, you can have some tea."

[fazcinatingblog]

I'm starting to think he's more Faz than Trent

[rabbitfeet200]

My issues with tv shows

Teen Titans go:

they ruined teen titans

avathar the legend of Aang:

1 The story is rushed it all takes place within one year each season takes 6 months

avathar the legend of Korra:

1 The Pointless love triangle between Mako, Korra, and Asami when they could have just made them a threesome

2 The red lotus needs more development such as Zaheer should have gone into the spirit world to get his revenge on Unlaq for betraying the red lotus instead of trying to kill Unlaq’s niece Korra for revenge against Unlaq (who also tried to kill Korra because he is jealous that she is not his daughter that his father Tarlaq is her father instead)

3 not confirming that Mai is Fire lord’s Izumi’s mother Izumi is Zuko's daughter, Iroh 2nd 's mother

4 Not giving Korra her connection to her past lives back when she desperately needs their help

5 Not explaining completely and properly that Aang loves all his children Bumi ,Kya, and Tensen equally but he had to give Tensen a little bit more attention because he is an air bender he like other parents made mistakes raising his children

6 Korra (my favourite character) suffering every season How much Korra gets hurt and injured and traumatized because she is my favourite character

7 All the adult men such as Tarrlock, Amon/Nutak, Tanto, Zaheer all being sexual abusive towards Korra

Masha and The Bear:

Masha not letting Bear hibernate

13 reasons why:

Hannah graphic suicide scene cutting her wrists while in the books she just took medication tablets

the vampire diaries:

1 the love triangle between Elena,Damon, Stefan 2 the horrible treatment of Bonnie Bennet (who is my favourite),

reeling in the years:

the stuff they left out such as the Anna Kregel (rest in peace) case in the 2014 episode those bastards should be named and shamed

Bump/Bond:

The love shapes between the characters are annoying,How far fetched it is,Lachie and Olympia should not have broken up because he tried to make their first time romantic and she left him and cheated on him with Santi after taking drugs

Tipping Point:

how ruthless it is, that only one person gets the money in the non celebrity episodes,

Euphoria:

Cassie betraying her best friend Maddie for Nate who abused her best friend Maddie and Nate also called and treated Cassie like a slut

the mighty ducks:

Gordon keep having to learn the same lesson in every film/movie only for him to forget it again

Do Not look back in anger:

the copying of reeling in the years

[fantasy-fields-bitty-center]

Horrorfell Gaster Lamia

Gaster =

Name: Lachis

Species: Southern American bushmaster/Atlantic bushmaster(Lachesis muta)

Size:  25 - 35 feet total, 3.8 - 6 feet standing (fullsize) 18 - 45 inches total, 9 - 15 inches standing (mini) 35 - 55 feet total, 6.8 - 12 feet standing(bara)

Venom: yes

Personality: Shy, fierce, territorial,  stubborn, loyal,

Likes: having their own space, swimming, water, shiny things, soft things, reading,

Dislikes: feeling ignored, aggressive or rude bitties/people,  being excluded, being used as a guard dog,

Compatibility: They love to swim and the smell of water can help calm down a stressed out Lachis,

Likes bitties and that are calm,

They often get triggered by loud noises, noise canceling headphones can help this,

They can be very stubborn and it can be very difficult to change their mind, but they will admit they are wrong if they are,

Feeding habits: Lachis arent picky eaters but they love meat, but will eat anything, its best to make sure they arent trying to eat things that shouldn’t often,

Additional info: Lashis often have trust issuses and need a place for them to hide to feel comfertable, and should be warned if people are coming over,

Zone: N/A, Inside, Ocean(docks), Lake(Islands/Banks)

In Universe: Lashis are seen as dangerus and hard to care for

Difficulty: basic - intermedeate

Features:

Main colors: Red, black,

Secondary colors: Grey, brown, yellow,

Extra: N/A

Additional info: stripe like patterns,

[hypnotisedfireflies]

what would it look like if Maria had to enlist Tessjoel’s “services” of askin real nice. say someone or a group someone’s did something really hurtful to tommy or lachie on patrol but got caught or something like that?

OMG okay you’re getting a drabble for this.  I don’t know where this fits in Driftersverse canon or if this is totally AU but here you go anon ilu.

Three dead and a list of demands Jackson couldn’t meet.

Two hostages in the jailhouse basement.

One last chance. 

Maria Miller walked slowly past each cell and ascended the creaking stairs.  Their prisoners didn’t know who she was, her connection to the man they claimed to still have alive in their camp.  The hope kindled in her heart when they gave her a name as proof – Tommy – was smothered when she considered just how bad it might be for him.  They didn’t know where he was, and they had no means of getting these hostages to talk without meeting at least some of those demands. 

And Jackson did not negotiate with raiders. 

It was in the charter Maria had helped pen.  They didn’t hold themselves to ransom.  The community was greater than any one person.  What made them different from the savagery beyond Jackson’s walls was their civility and commitment to remaining human.  It was a standard not so impossible when the greater good was held to the highest standard. 

But it hadn’t challenged Maria, the woman and not the leader, personally before.

Two council members and Lachlan Maynard were waiting for her upstairs.  The latter took one look at her face and turned to the others.  “Could you two excuse us for a minute?”

Maria gave them a nod and she quietly shut the basement door.  “I know what you’re going to suggest and the answer’s no.”

“It’ll be over quick, I can guarantee you that.”

“No.”

“You don’t even have to be here.  In fact, it’s better you’re not.  Plausible deniability and all that.”

“It’s not how we do things here.”

“You could have Tommy back tonight.”

“No, Lachie.  I’m saying no.  That’s not how we do it here.  We can find a way through this without – resorting to that.”

Lachie paused.  “You’re telling me the moral fucking high ground means more to you than Luke’s dad?”

“Oh, give me a break - it’s not that simple and you know it!”

“Yeah, it is.”  Lachie pushed off the desk.  He started to say something and then changed tact, holding up his hands to her.  “It’s Tommy.  He’d do anything to get you back, Maria.”

“I know all about Hannah.”

“Really?  I don’t think you do.  I was there.  I was there, Maria.  And I watched them work three people over with the kind of efficiency that would make your bloody head spin and put your counsel agenda to shame.  It was done like that,” he snapped his fingers, “And we had Hannah back that night.”

“It’s not right.  It’s not human.”

“You think that they’ll do to Tommy’s human?  You think they’re playing by your airy-fairy rules, Maria?  What do you think they’re doing to him right now?”

“Stop.”

“Guarantee he’s not in a nice warm cell.  Guarantee he doesn’t have water.  Bet he’s just conscious enough to know what’s comin’ next, Maria –“

“Stop!”

“Bet he knows you won’t make the call.”

That was enough.  Maria advanced on Lachie and shoved him hard into the wall.  “I told you to stop!”

Lachie was completely unruffled.  “You gotta tell Joel who you’ve got down here, Maria.  And then you walk away for awhile, until I come get you.”

Maria knew he was right.  She could feel the panic barely kept at bay seeping in, her eyes watering.  She squeezed the front of Lachie’s shirt and took a few deep breaths.  Was that what Tommy was lying out there thinking?  That she would place the community above him?  Or worse yet, was he waiting for his brother to come and get him, believing he was the only one who’d risk so much?

“Where are they?”  She finally asked, looking up, expression rigid.

“Out looking.”

“Bring Joel back in.”

“You’re going to need them both.”

It was two hours before Tess and Joel were located and quietly brought to the converted jailhouse.  Lachie had filled them in on the way over and when they arrived, Maria forced herself to stand still.  She tried to keep the fear out of her eyes, but she was failing – she knew she was failing by the tight little smile Lachie offered her.

Joel looked at her just once, gesturing to the door to affirm that was the way to go.  Maria nodded and down he went, leaving it ajar for Tess.  He lacked all expression but there was a stridency in his movement that so lethal that Maria felt her stomach tighten.  This was who her husband had ran from, Maria thought. 

Tess paused in front of Maria.  In contrast, Tess seemed almost completely normal:  poised, even relaxed.  She took Maria’s hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

“It’s almost over,” Tess promised.  And then she followed Joel, closing the door behind her.

Lachie sat down at the desk.  “You’d better get out of here now.”

Maria hesitated.  The smart thing to do was go – like Lachie said, she could have plausible deniability about what took place in the basement.  She had never wanted these tactics here.  This was not the future Maria wanted to build in Jackson.

But she wanted Tommy more.

She sat down opposite Lachie and held her hands in her lap. 

“No.  I think I’ll stay.”

Part Two

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Drev Conlang (Current)

Important Sounds

Ж = zh   (Azure)

Ц = ts    (rats)

 Rules

Conjugations

If the verb stem ends in a consonant

i

ash

ish

eesh

ich

aж

 Hastat = to walk

Hasti = I walk

Hastash = we walk

Hastish = you walk

Hasteesh =you all walk

Hastich = he she it walks

Hastaж = they walk 

 If the verb stem ends in a vowel

ik/ki

nash

sh

neesh

ch

ж

 Adjective Endings

An = adjective ending where the noun ends in a vowel (Dead gender)

Een = adjective ending where noun ends in a consonant (Living gender)

To make something  Loud - louder add the opposite ending to the end of the word

Gran = big granan= bigger Graneen = biggest

Adverb endings

Dee

Tee 

Possession

Kee = added to the end of a noun 

Gender

Nevermind no gender

Word order

Subject  verb  predict   I the dog see

Adverbs go before verbs       I the dog slowly ran-towards

Adjectives go before nouns    I big dog ran-towards

Prepositions NOT postpositions  I around the big dog ran

Plurals

to make a word plural just repeat the last syllable the second time   жyaka = animal жyakaka

or repeat the word from the last vowel                             dжal = drev s  dжalal = drev pl

if the word is short just double it      Lhus = tree   Lhusus = trees/ forest

Tense

Past                   da

Present

Future              ta

Add these before the verb, if there is none present, it is assumed that you are speaking in the present

Alphabet

T

tch

Kah

Eh or e 

I

D

Sh

S

A

Ee

K

Ch

Z

L

Uh

G

Ts   ц

Zh      ж

ya

ha

N

Ng

r

Zha

J

 Current words

Extras

Jee = not ( it is not)

Ha =towards = added at the front of a motion verb

Na = away from = added towards the front of a motion verb

Neh = reverses a word. (similar to not but has to be tacked onto an adjective)

 Pronouns

 zha = I

tsа = you

 Nee/na = he/ she / it use either living or the dead to match the noun that goes with it

Jya= we/us

tsana = you all

 Dazha = they/them

 zhаk = My/ mine

tsаk = your/ yours

Neek/nak = his hers her it its

Jyak = ours

tsanak = all yours

Dazhак = they/ theirs

Zhazhe = myself

Tsatse = yourself

  Nouns

Dzhal = Drev

 Dzhalzheen = soldiers/ footmen/ warrior

 Dzhalak = drevling

 Dzhalka = kit/ baby

Dzhatal = city 

Dzhtalka village

Dzhatatal = house/ home

Dzaga = body

Dinar = fire

Daeen = here/there

Daleest = ambush/ surprise

Dargranla = volcano 

Dadik = soemthing 

Dazhit = disgrace (also an insult like calling someone a bitch) 

Deeng = food

zhankeel = honor

zhyaka = animal

zheeng = war

Zhin = battle / conflict

Zhineech = battle pair/ married couple

Zhit = hate

Zheedazh = sibbling

Zhjea = sacrifice 

 Lata = rock

Lana = help 

Latinar = ash 

Latahag = armor

Luhs= tree (has the same u sound as in the name Gus)

Luhsuhs = trees / but in this case also means forest, they make no distinction

Ladinar = lava

Luhsad = branch 

Lachi = focus 

Latinash = cynder wind 

Lodgeeda = clan leader

Lodnajasta = Sentinel 

Leen = pride

 Shash = air

Sheedal = danger

Anina = Spirit

Anizhal = 

Anika = a feeling

Anicheel = day

Anitsa = eye

Ani = name

Anijee = fear

Anirana = blood

Anintal = citadel 

Atatch = skill

Aleesh = beginning 

Adon = circle

 Rana = water

Ranatatal = lake

 Tana = sky

Tanana = alien 

Tak = father

Tatal = place

Tatin = future

Tanatal = space

Tanakal = ship

Tanadar = meteor / comet ( all fiery flying objects) 

Tachal = group

Tach = clan 

Tahajeea = armor 

Tin = this/ that 

Tizhit = shame

Tinchal = today 

tsag = ball/ orb

Tsanika =belief 

Tsata = gift  

Tarik = teacher 

 Nak = mother

Nid = length

Nizad = leg

Nakt = night

Nakt- sal = dark season 

Nehchal =moon

Nehgrada = spark 

Nahatach = incompetence 

Nadzhalak = daughter

Needzhalak = son

Neenez = cloud 

Negcheel = star

Nehlata = thing

Nasash = wind

Naranatal = river

Nang = middle

Nizjahad =foot 

Chal = sun

Chahas = time

Cheel = light

Chat = word

Geeda = general

Gahan = all  (acception noun adj and adverb) 

Gaha = part

Hazad = moss

Hakanin = life

Hakasash = breath 

Had = arm

hazh = flesh

Heech = pair

Grananin = world 

Granla = mountain

Gradinar = wildfire

Jaja = end

Jahad = hand

Jial = guard

jirha = cut, wound

Jeeana = corpse 

Jeea = death 

Jeerana = dessert 

Eeda = leader

Eedacheel = (their northern star’s name) the lead star

Eeaz = a worry/ a concern 

Enadzhal = ancestry 

Etat = fur

Kat = question

Kan = nobility 

Kaneg = year

Kasa = thought

Kazna = galaxy 

Kalal = metal 

Kazga = cripple (also an insult like idiot or moron but has connotations as negative as retard (Forgive me, but that is the closest comparison) It is a very rude word. 

Kahchat = to break 

Ranasash = storm

Rantana = rain

Ranad = drink 

Ralata = soil 

Rekaz = knowledge 

Sal = season

Sakasa = mind

Shanajeea = sickness 

Stadik = anything 

Verbs

Hakasat = to breathe 

 Hastat = to walk

Hasinsat = to run

Hajat = to come

Hakastat = to exit

Hazhnat = to bother someone/ annoy

 zheengat = to fight

zhinat = to strike/hit

Zhitat = to hate

zhalat = to have

zhegingat =to want

Zhjeanat = to sacrifice 

 Cheeyat =to speak/say

Chezenat = to choke 

Chatahaat = to work 

Chazat = to make 

Cheekat = to like

 Jastat = to see

Jajat = to end

Jastanat = to predict

Jakazat = to recognize 

Jedanat = to trade/ exchange 

Jeeajat = to stop

Jeeanat = die

Jeenhalat = to exile 

Jezhinat = to block 

Jekat = to look 

Jiahat = to guard

Jishat = to secure/ to lock 

Jirat = to pull

Jirhaat = to be wounded/ injured/ hurt

Adonhajat = to wonder

 Ajat = to go in general

Anikat = to feel

Anijeeat = to be afraid of / to fear

Aninat = to live

Anintalat = to worship 

Anidonat = to wake up

Ardanat = to open 

Aleeshat = to begin

Nadanat = to fall 

Najat = to go away from/  to leave

nahasinsat= to run towards/ charge

 Najastat= to watch

Natahaat = to take

Natrekat = to learn

Neevant = to answer 

Neehahajat = to drift

nehanat

Nitsat = to happen/ occur

Nizat = to stand

 Darat = to do

Dalistat = to surprise / ambush

Daeenat = to stay 

Deengat = to eat

Dichanat = to thank

Dakat = to be ready/ prepared

Kahlat = to continue

Kahyaat = to happen

kahchat = to break

Kuhlat = to curse 

Kasat = to think

Katat = to ask a question / to question 

Kalsan = difficult 

Tadat =to be

Tatazat = to be happy 

Tanat = to fly 

Tahaat = to give

Tahajeeat = to hold 

Tarikat = to teach 

Tehat =can

Tsahastat = to enter

Tsanikat = to believe

Tsajat = to show

Tsadeengat = to cook

Tizhital = to be ashamed

Shkahrat = to prepare

Shazat = to use

Shanajeeat = to be sick/ to get sick 

Sdarat = to try 

Sesanat = to be sorry 

Gingat = to need

Gadat = to find

Geeniat = to return 

Geedanat = to lead

Rekazat = to know

Rantanat = to rain

Ranalat = to melt

Ranadat = to drink 

Lachidat = to focus 

Luhtat = to remember 

Lanat = to help 

Leenat = to be proud 

Eedat = to be in charge of

Eeazat = to worry 

Eeneenat = to understand

 Adjectives

 tsakan = which

Tizhitan = shameful 

Atatchan = skillful 

 Nidan = long

Nehgran = small

Nehdinanian = cold

Nehalan = without

Nantan = new

Neyahan = old

Neahasan = slow

Naktan = dark 

Dadan = falling

Deengan = hungry 

Ditan = so 

Daklan = amazing 

Nwadan = hard

Jenantan = old

Jeean = dying 

Jashajan = similar/ same/ resembling/ like

Yahan = good/well

Yahanan = better

Yaheen = best/ great

Yigan = every

Dinanian = hot

Dichan = thankful 

Dalistan = surprising 

Gran = big

Granan= bigger

Geenian = returning

Gingan = needy 

Tacheen = many

Tatazan = happy

Tsanikan = believable 

Tanan = flying 

Ladan = very 

Latan = rocky

Hasan = fast

Hijan = colorful / beautiful 

Ranitanan = rainy 

Ranan = watery 

Ranadan = drinkable 

Chalan = Sunny 

Adan = easy

Ardan = open

Aninan = living

Kalatan = hard (as in a texture: hard stone)

Kanan = noble

Kaan = only

Kuhlan = cursed

Kahchan = broken

Kazgan = crippled 

Sheedan = dangerous

Eeazan = worried

Eeneenan = understandable 

Etatan = furry/ hairy 

shanajan = sick 

Shazan = useful 

Stadan = any

Zhankeelan = honorable

Colors

Hija = color

Hajtan = blue

Dinhijan = red

Dihijan = purple 

Dichijan = orange

Jeehijan = black 

Luhijan = green

Chalijan = yellow

Naijan = white

Nadijan = pink

Latijan = grey 

Halujan = turquoise 

Adverb

 Atatchtee = skillfully

Neahasandee = slowly

Nehatatchtee = poorly 

Prepositions

  La = on

Lad = about

Lariz = on top of

Ladka = beside 

Dat = before (has a meaning in time, not temporal) before we go. not he stood before me

Dana = above 

dal= up

S = with

K = to 

Hak = from 

Hakniz = below 

Ts = in 

Adonha = around

Riz = upwho

Niz = down 

Keed = before (temporal meaning) 

Tsil = inside

Time words

Tasahas = during 

Neeka = never 

Zhakaz = ago

Gahas = forever

Conjunction 

Ee = and

J = but

Tasan = also (irregular) 

Dit = so

  Question words

 Tsaee = why

Tuhn = when 

 Gda = where

Lod = who 

 Nin = what

Dach = how

Others b/c I am not a linguist

 Nahang-ta = because

 Je = no

Yid = yes

Dee = would

Teeya = for ( the benefit of a person or animate object)

Laza = for (used with anything inanimate) 

Deri = re 

Ena = pre

Kayad = should 

Huka = than 

Juhkee = then 

Ene = if

Jej = too 

Numers

Ka = one

Hee = two 

Heeka = three

 Important Phrases

Ts zhin = goodbye (Direct translation is, in battle deriving from I will see you in battle

Nezanin = of course

[lachlann-macnab]

At Tiana’s Place Grand Opening

Alternative title: “Totally not a date, we have no idea why anyone would think that” and “Just a couple of dudes being guys”

Dated: November 12- 15, 2020

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann wasn't even sure if he was even welcomed at Tiana's Place after Chippamunka's fiasco and actually wondered if there'd be a moment in which she'd catch a glance of him and then kick his ass out of the place while screaming. That scenario would be completely fair, really, but Lachlann would rather not get kicked around while his side still hurt like a bitch and felt still way too tired  to deal with that too, like, seeing Mister Mac T after dissapearing on him for more than a couple of days was nerve-wrecking enough (and while Lachlann could argue that nothing about that had been something he had any kind of control over, well, he'd rather not tempt fate and have an angry Scott talking his ear off about not doing stupid things). In that moment the only thing that Lachlann wasn't nervous about was the prospect of tasting some of Tiana's food and getting some extras to send Tito and Greg's way later, since that scenario didn't involve someone giving him angry or dissapointed looks. He was slowly passing by the door, just waiting, before he finally spotted the other and gave him a little "hey, Mister Mac T"

Seamus MacTunnag Seamus was...very hesitant to appear at the opening of Tiana's Place but, ultimately, his wanting to show his face and offer his support for the restaurant. Though he'd not personally met her, he thought Tiana had spunk, and he'd heard wonderful things about her from most everyone in town, social media and otherwise. Still, there was still a touch of anxiety behind the appearance, though he did his best to swallow it down and put on a smile. He hadn't heard from Lachlann but that was fine. Despite what had happened shortly before the previous weekend, Seamus had been assured he was still alive thanks to social media (and Louie). It was only mildly shocking when he turned and caught sight of the very man in question, slinking around like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs, offering a nervous little wave and a "hey, Mister MacT," like he hadn't just gone radio silent for days. Seamus just raised a brow, eyes sweeping across to Lachlann's side, noting the thick bandaging beneath the fabric, and said: "Lachlann. Feelin' better, I presume?"

Lachlann MacNab 'Lachlann', he said. And, oh, the former pilot could tell, just with that one word, that the other wasn't happy -and, again, he couldn't blame him a bit. "I feel like sleeping for three more days, actually" he said, trying to joke his way out of any potential trouble as he, tentatively, got a step closer to the other "but I couldn't possibly refuse the oportunity to get some good food or- well, you know" 'To see you again' were words left unspoken, but very much there. "How about you?

Seamus MacTunnag Well, now that that little snitt was out of the way, Seamus let his shoulders fall into a more relaxed position, still eyeing the other man as he edge closer, if ever so slightly. The Scotsman snorted at the joke, which probably wasn't really a joke if the look around his eyes was any indication, and nodded slightly. "Aye, I can imagine, considerin' 'm sure ye pulled yer stitches already." He paused, briefly, to smile at someone walking by whom he recognized, another businessman who was intent on being seen for the opening. When he turned back, there was an air of "kicked puppy dog" hanging around the younger man, and Seamus rolled his eyes. "Ie yer expectin' me tah chew ye out, yer shite outta luck. I ain't yer keeper. Ye disappeared, which I cannae say 'm pleased as punch about, but yer nah dead, so that's somethin'."

Lachlann MacNab As Seamus' shoulders relaxed, so did Lachlann; It just seemed easier to approach the other when there wasn't an imaginary barrier between them (just a fancy-dressed man, but he quickly passed them by so it wasn't a big deal). "Yeah" he admitted just because there was no use in denying something like that (the man had more experience with that kind of things and would realize sooner than later, anyways) "but I'm totally getting those fixed as soon as the hospital isn't full and the doctors aren't exhausted" Swynlakers recovered from trauma considerably faster than normal people, so Lachlann figured it wouldn't take long for things to get back to kind-of-normal. "And I don't mean to get all "it's complicated" on you, so I guess we're even, right?" he joked once more, giving the other a soft pat on the shoulder " 'sides, I'm sure Louie already told you 'bout the chaos. It just...seemed like the right thing to do"

Seamus MacTunnag The corner of his mouth quirked up at the admission, glad he wasn't trying to wave it off. "Mm, ye need someone tah hold yer 'and while they fix 'em," he quipped, a cheeky grin passing over his face. He had heard from Louie, who had done equally as stupid things while the town went to shite, that Lachlann had been saving a man's life. A man who, Seamus had heard through the grapevine, needed his medical bills paid off. So guess what had happened. "Sure, ye didna mean to. But ye did." Seamus shrugged. "An' it was. I did somethin' similar when we had zombies. Drove around on me motorcycle. It was jus' stupid tah do with yer side th' way it was. But...I get it."

Lachlann MacNab Oh, how had Lachlann missed the man -just a couple of minutes and he was laughing once more and things just seemed to be way, way easier to deal with. "My what noble offer, Mister Mac T" he joked back, letting his palm rest on the other's shoulder for a second before moving it to his upper arm "I'll keep it mind" He'd made the previous pain more bearable, so it wasn't just a joke. "...zombies" he echoed with a confused look "that sounds like...something. A little bit better than people attacking others and people burning buildings, I guess" At least zombies weren't people. " 's Donnie ok? I imagine he was worried out of him mind 'bout Louie playing the hero, even if he looked cool while doing so"

Seamus MacTunnag "Aye?" The smile that cracked across his face was both a flash mischievous and that normal cheek. "Good." Nodding, Seamus shrugged again, confirming. "Zombies, yes. And it...was, to a degree, but it was...a lot. Running 'em over was fun though." Placing a hand at the small of Lachlann's back, Seamus steered them around another few people as they entered the entrance of the establishment, considering what the other man had asked of him. "Far as I know, yes. 'M sure he was worried. I know I was. An' I hope he chews his arse out, but I wasna gonna stop 'im."

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann was very, very aware that laughing about running anything over while being an Uber driver was the biggest possible faux pas -but he couldn't help but chuckle anyways at the mere idea of Mister Mac T enjoying himself in such a way. Granted, he was also happy about the physical contact, even leaning a little into the other as he guided him around. " 's a very Donnie thing to do- worrying about 'em, I mean" and he wasn't complaining about it, just pointing it out. Saying the man loved his nephews was like pointing out that water was wet, it was just... natural "and a very Louie thing to do to do whatever he wants anyways" He paused for a second, suddenly feeling as if he was being watched, then shrugging that feeling off. "He kind of takes after you" he added, fondly, almost in a whisper

Seamus MacTunnag It was nice to hear the other man laugh, even if it wasn't the, uh, best topic to laugh about. It was just good. Good to hear and good to cause. When Lachlann tilted into the arm that was curved at his back and waist, Seamus his the smile that came with that, too. A bark of laughter escaped him at the thought of Louie doing what he wanted (because it was true) and Donald being a worry wart over things he couldn't necessarily control. It was the Mallard way and the MacTunnag creed, as it were. "Which one? The worry wart or th' reckless one?"

Lachlann MacNab That was a valid question, but the answer was so very, very simple. "Both" he said, not even stopping to think it over "Louie trying to save people while driving a moped is like a lighter version of you running zombies over" (And it was. and actually quite funny to think about) "And Donnie worrying about things that will be just fine" he added, just stopping on his tracks to carefully avoid bumping into someone, then getting a little bit closer to the other "of...what is kind of certain, I guess? I mean, the boys will cause some trouble for a while but will always come back and won't love him any less even if he was being a big worrywart" 'Just like me, I guess' "Unrelated, but...do you fancy southern food? I've heard wonderful things about Tiana's cooking

Seamus MacTunnag Well that wasn't entirely accurate at all. "Both, huh?" Seamus scratched the side of his neck, behind his ear, with his free hand, the other one hooked somewhere near the closest loop on Lachlann's pants, thumb toying with the material as they waited for someone else to pass them by. "Fast answer. Ye sound pretty confident, Lachie," he said, a touch teasing, but let it be. It was unflinchingly true. And Seamus hadn't really thought about it, how much parts of himself could be reflected in his nephews, until someone else mentioned it. Still, something certain was that Seamus couldn't help worrying, and he said as much, quietly, as they maneuvered through the crowd. The other question was a distraction, and a welcome one, and Seamus answered it easily. "Absolutely. Someone I was very close to, before everythin', used tah cook it often. If 's anythin'  like th' food from her hometown, 'm sure it'll be good." It also helped he had heard good things about Tiana herself.

Lachlann MacNab How long had it been since Lachlann had enjoyed himself that much? The recent events had made the days feel like a blur and- well, there hadn't been much to feel good about, anyways. Things without the other just seemed boring and thinking about it made Lachlann's head spin (because it seemed so silly, right? It had only been a couple of months since he'd arrived to Swynlake so saying something sentimental like "he makes my days worthwhile" seemed way too out there -true is it all might be-) "I'm glad to hear that" he said with a nod "I'm sure that if anyone can capture the magic of that kind of cuisine, it's Tiana" That was another thing that seemed so very natural -her posts were always so enthusiastic about that, she had a passion for what she did and he knew that would show on her food. "I just hope she isn't mad at me. But maybe if we have a lot of food she'll forgive me, right?"

Seamus MacTunnag There was a lot about the past few days that Seamus had realized had been...off, and he had just now recognized that it was because Lachlann had shown up, however many months ago that it was now, and hadn't left. Save for the times he was away crashing through town as an Uber driver and crashing at the apartment that needed to be condemned in Benbow, he was at the house in Besydus. It had been strange not to have the younger man crashing through the front door with some story or another about his adventures in town, the people he's met, the "friends" he may or may not have made. It had become something very much like a routine, a constant, and it was weird when it wasn't around. More than weird, in fact, though Seamus had no idea how to address it. "'M sure she can though that's nah what 'm interested in." Seamus turned to look at him from the corner of his eye. "What'd ye do?"

Lachlann MacNab "Well..." he said after thinking about it for a second and moving his arm so he could link it to the other's, even if the movement was kind of awkward at first thanks to the placement of the other's hand (but they got comfortable after a second and walking around that way seemed way more practical) "Where to begin...?" And suddenly, he realized that he didn't need to give a long talk about it. "Remember the other day when I told you about spending the day with a family? The Polleys?" he'd told him about that fiasco, before (that very same night, actually, since he'd arrived at Besydus with a head full of ketchup and Maeve had been thrilled about him smelling of bacon) "About the baby throwing a piece of bread then some teens starting a food fight in which I valiantly fought for the family's honour? Yeah, it was that. Tiana was the waitress" How curious that he didn't have to elaborate even more. To know the other would understand. "Maybe I can make it up to her by buying a lot of food -some for us, some for the boys, some for Tito and Greg"

Seamus MacTunnag Shifting around a bit so Lachlann could link their arms without straining his shoulder, or Seamus's own, for that matter, the Scotsman hummed in interest. "Aye, I remember. Took ye twenty minutes tah get th' bloody catsup outta yer hair." But, as he listened, Seamus inwardly cringed. That poor woman. "She deserves tah have 'er own place after dealin' with that." A small laugh escaped him and he shrugged, fingers of the hand Lachlann had looped his arm through into the edge of the other man's pants pocket. "Or ye could just apologize, though I figure Mr. Eeyore could do with food that ain't from th' hospital." While he had never met Tito, he seemed like a decent sort, enough to join Lachlann on his quest to make sure Greg survived. "Maybe th' beignets?"

Lachlann MacNab "It takes a special kind of teenage rebellion to start a food fight because of a literal toddler. I only joined in because of that, like...who attacks a family with a baby!?" and, sure, his actions hadn't made things any easier for Tiana and he was sorry for being part of what finally made her snap, but he wouldn't apologize for doing what he thought was the best thing for the Polleys "But...yeah, I guess-" His hand moved, searching for the other's, partly because he needed something to ground himself with and because it seemed a better option that having the man grab him by the pants (not that he'd ever complain or that he, of all people, knew or cared about what was socially acceptable, but, hey) "An apology 's good but it won't...change what happened, I guess? I think actions would be better than words" (which was a very relevant thought during that moment, in many ways) "And I'll have to be extra careful 'bout that, yerp! Tito says Greg 's vegan so we'll have to ask about the ingredients!" He paused for a second. "You remember the beignets!" he said, amazed. They'd seen them at Al's Potluck and had been such a little thing, mentioned in passing and yet...!

Seamus MacTunnag "Teenagers," Seamus responded, voice dry, as he continued listening to the younger man defend his supposed defense of the Polley family who, quite frankly, should not have been where they were at that place and time if it had meant poor Tiana dealing with it as she had. Still, the mental image of teenagers starting a food fight because of a baby was a funny one. And, subtle as Lachlann was not, Seamus couldn't help but find it amusing that he’d joined in a food fight purely because he'd thought it was the thing to do. Also, that the man was now trying to wiggle his hand from his pocket. The Scotsman obliged with a huff, sliding their fingers together with an ease that bellied the actual action itself. "Both, then. An' apology of ye see 'er an' buyin' the food, too. That's why yer here, anyway, ain't it?" It certainly wasn't because Seamus might have shown up or, at least, that was the thought anyway. The amazement that crossed over Lachlann's face at Seamus's memory made him laugh outright, loud and long, and shake his head. "D'ye think I canna remember things, Lachie? 'M nae that feeble minded yet. But, course I did. They were good, fer one, and fer another they're all over social media." Apparently they were one of the best desserts in town.

Lachlann MacNab "Teenagers" Lachlann replied with a nod and a somehow-defeated expression. Thinking about it wouldn't do any difference now to them, the Polleys or Tiana, so he just accepted what had happened and his part on that whole fiasco. Besides, he had more important things to worry about, like the other's laugh. "Ah" he said, suddenly feeling specially stupid for forgetting about the existence of social media (of course! Those posts were nice reminders too!) "I didn't say that or, like, meant to imply it. It was, just, nice that you remembered" He tried to cough the blush away. "And the food's good and I'd like to, like, ask for forgiveness but there's other reasons too-" he shrugged just one shoulder "--you know?"

Seamus MacTunnag Seamus snorted at the other man's defeated expression, the somber tone with which he foretold the destruction wrought by teenagers. It was a sincere understatement. But it was good to see that Lachlann was trying to make ammends for the part he had played in the fiasco. Tweaking the other's hand with his own, Seamus raised a brow at not only the cough, but the red tinge that colored his face and neck, as well. "Saw that," he teased, before smiling slightly, "but, aye, I do. 'M sure she'll appreciate it."

Lachlann MacNab Swynlakers could be scary. Normal teens were scary. Ergo, Swynlake teens... "I think the real surprise 's that you decided to come, Mister Mac T" he said, forgetting about the blush  for a second "'s it because you heard The Robinsons were coming too? Or because of the Tritons? Or are you secretly a Jambalaya afficionado?" (Which was a funny mental image) "I heard Mrs. Robinson is playing some songs!" he added, taking a couple of steps to the right in order to now move away from the bar, knowing the thing might be a complicated topic for the other "you think it would be a faux pas if I were to dance? Like, I mean, my dancing 's almost criminal but I think it'd be fun" Hey, if he was making a fool of himself he might as well go all out, right?

Seamus MacTunnag "An' why wouldn't I? Figure, 've survived all o' this shite, a restaurant openin' couldna be too bad for me health." He was only mostly kidding, too. There had been far too many things trying to kill him over the years; he'd begun to grow tired of hiding from them, from running. "Heard all th' food's good, nah just the Jambalaya. However, I wouldna say no tah a good helpin' of it." They had somehow made their easy through the crowd by now, meandering through the building as they went. Seamus took the place in with a critical, but friendly, eye. The place looked good, to say the least. He tuned back into the conversation somewhere around his cataloging of their location (the bar, regrettably, though he noted the subtle change in their course and was grateful for it) and nodded his head. "'S prob'ly true, then. I doubt she'd miss this." He doubted Cornelius would, either, particularly if his wife was here. When dancing was brought up, however, Seamus brightened up a bit. He hadn't danced seriously in years but he was still fairly good at it, if he had to say so, but he still glanced the other man over, a smirk on his face. "D'ye 'ave two left feet, MacNab? Or are ye actually worried 'bout yer side?" Or both, which was a distinct possibility, but doubtful.

Lachlann MacNab Well, that was an unexpected reaction. Lachlann had expected for the other to chuckle at the idea of him dancing but he seemed to be legit thrilled by the concept. "A little bit of both" he admitted, now stopping for a second to take a look at the big painting that decorated the place (and that seemed familiar, somehow) "I think it'd be dangerous for the furniture and my side if I were to try and dance. 'sides, the music will probably be jazzy or, like, swing or neo-swing, right?" (And as much of a Big Bad Voodoo Daddy fan he was, he'd rather not cause extra trouble) "I'd probably step on you anyways" the (former) pilot added, bumping the other's hips with the least damaged of his and grabbed the other's hand a little bit tighter (in case he lost his balance).

Seamus MacTunnag Pausing as Lachlann did, Seamus tilted his head to look at the (weirdly familiar?) mural as well, wondering where he'd seen it before. "Yer nae gonna run intah anythin'...well, ye shouldna," he clarified, but nodded his head in agreement. "Thas' what Franny does, aye." And, suddenly, he missed the swing dancing when he was younger, probably around Lachlann's own age, when he'd tossed his younger sister up into the air and heard her laugh aloud. While they certainly wouldn't be doing anything fancy, Seamus figured at least one dance wouldn't hurt. Just the one. "Who said ye couldna? 'S how I taught Adelaide. Yer a mite bit heavier but I think we could make it work," he teased, nudging back. "'Course 's up tae you. Slow 's fine with me, too."

Lachlann MacNab "It may come as a surprise, Mister Mac T, but I have some self-awareness" (just a little, really, but it was way better than nothing at all) "and being as accident prone as I am...that can only end it in tragedy for you and your shoes" And yet, here he was, moving a little from side to side as he held the other's hand, not really minding the lounge-style music in the background at all and instead just moving a little for the sake of it. "And I wouldn't want to ruin your squeaky clean image by doing something silly in front of everyone" (Yup, the squeaky clean part was a joke)

Seamus MacTunnag "Do ye, now?" The grin that crossed his face, then, was bordering on impish, but no one else would ever really see it. "I'd've never guessed ye were accident prone, Lachlann MacNab. Not after how we met." No, he was never going to let him forget that. Even with his words, though, Lachlann was swaying a bit from side-to-side, almost in time with the music but not quite, so Seamus let him, sliding a leg back a bit so he didn't take a tumble if he over corrected. The bark of laughter that escaped when he caught the joke was surprised but, really, he didn't know why he was. He was far from squeaky clean and he shook is head, amused by the insinuation.

Lachlann MacNab "Unbelievable, I know" Lachlann joked back (because at this point there was no use in pretending to be offended or that the other wasn't absolutely right) "but it happens" Besides, his attention was now on the other's movements and laugh; He'd been honest with the 'I can't dance' comment, so even something as easy as swaying implied some effort and concentration he didn't quite have, partly because of his wounds and partly because of his...general self. So he moved his free arm to surround the other's side and use his as a guide, even if the rythm wasn't a slow-dancing one (or anyone else was dancing, but he was ready to ignore the rest of the world for a couple of minutes). " 's this like...one two three, onetwo three? or, like, one. twothree, onetwo. three?"

Seamus MacTunnag "Absolutely unbelievable, mmhmm," he agreed, leaning into the joke for a moment more before he caught Lachlann looking at him and tilted his head, arching a brow in silent question. Lachlann moved his free arm around his waist and, he thought, he had his answer. They continued swaying but now Lachlann was asking questions, too, and...really he must have been desperately hopeless at it all if he was asking about a simple three-step. "'S more one two, three," he said, demonstrating with the side-step left, right, and a small backyard rock on his right heel. "Fer swing anwyay. Yer left foot would rock back, since it'd be th' opposite. But fer a slow dance 's nothin' that complicated." As if to prove his point, Seamus nudged Lachlann around to face him using the arm he'd had slipped around his waist and the one he still clutched as a guide. "Jus' following along 's really all it is. Don' gotta worry about yer feet. Jus' follow."

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann was desperately hopeless and the other's words weren't all that easy to follow anyways, so that was a bizarre situation all around (but at least it was a funny one). "One two. Three" he mumbled, trying to mirror the other's movements and failing by a couple of beats before he tried again -and again and failed again -and again. They were lucky that as silly as the whole thing was, it was also actually quite entertaining to be part of; They were quite literally 'dancing' (though the mileage might vary about the dancing part)  to their own rythm and while Lachlann couldn't tell if the other was as focused as he was... well, at least he seemed to be enjoying himself. 'Jus' follow' the other said. "To the end of the world" the (former) pilot replied "...but dancing wasn't in the contract, Mister Mac T"

Seamus MacTunnag So engrossed was he in simultaneously making sure Lachlann didn't pitch over sideways and that they didn't run into any other people milling around, Seamus almost didn't hear what he said. Almost. Suddenly, he was the one making a misstep, grip tightening on Lachlann's good hip and hand to keep them both upright. He could feel the surprise cross his face, too, and he had no idea what to do about it. "...s'pose it wasna. Ye don' mind alterin' th' contract a mite, do ye? 'Cause yer gonna learn, actually learn. Jus' so ye know what t'expect, an' all."

Lachlann MacNab The sudden misstep almost made Lachlann trip, but he (almost miraculously) managed to regain his footing before he stared at the other, now a little bit closer and even more confused than he already was. Had he said something wrong? "I- buh" he tried to say, then tried again "that sounds like a plan, yerp, and I guess learning something new won't hurt" He didn't know what he'd even needed to learn to dance for, or if that was a relevant talent to have, but whatever the other offered, he'd gladly take. "But, are you ok? Or was that part of the dance? Should we take a seat, Mister Mac T?" (A silly offer from someone that wasn't really planning to let go just yet)

Seamus MacTunnag The confused look that passed over Lachlann's face after Seamus's misstep and recovery and Lachlann's own (miraculous) recovery was remarkably endearing. As was the apparent concern. "Old dogs, new tricks, Lachie, old dogs an' new tricks," Seamus hummed, stepping back and out and giving a twist ofis wrist to (slowly) spin the other in a small circle. When he came back to center, Seamus slid his arm around Lachlann's waist again and just...idled with a small grin on his face. "'m fine. Jus' tripped. But if ye need tah sit we can find a table 'fore everyone else takes 'em."

Lachlann MacNab "You sure? I-" Lachlann began, going so far as letting go from the other's waist with the intention to pat his (good) shoulder to make sure- -but the next thing he knew was that he was being guided into a little spin he couldn't help but whisper a happy "weeee" at. But soon enough he was back to facing the other, returning his grin with a smile of his own as he rested his palm on the older man's shoulder and not doing much for a second save for just watching him. "Yeah, maybe we should stop now" he whispered, unaware that they had already done so.

Seamus MacTunnag "We already 'ave," Seamus said, voice pitched lower so it didn't carry, didn't interrupt anyone else around them (whoever was close enough anyway). There was a slight smile that softened the edges of Seamus's mouth, crinkled the edges of his eyes, caused by the little noise he'd heard the other man make. They stared at one another for a moment before someone cleared their throat behind him and Seamus snapped back to reality. He stepped to the side, an arm still resting around Lachlann's waist, and nodded his head as a man and woman passed. "Come on," he said, using the hand he had curled around Lachlann's hip to nudge him toward the tables. "Find a seat."

Lachlann MacNab The realization of having stopped before and his words being silly because of it didn't really bother Lachlann, nor did the other's words -because both of those things seemed completely irrelevant at the moment. "I-" he whispered still, with the intention of pointing out how much he'd missed the other during the days that were still much of a blur on his mind (because of the fever and how the incident with Greg had shaken him way more than he cared to admit and the fact that without him around things just seemed senseless and so very forgettable). And suddenly he was leaning a little closer to the other's face and- -a couple distracted him -distracted them- because, well, they were still on the way. On a public event. So, yeah, those two being bothered by them being on the way was completely understandable. No biggie, not at all. "Yeah, lets" he finally said, once again following the other.

Seamus MacTunnag He hadn't known, rightfully, what he'd seen staring back at him from Lachlann's face, nor for certain that he'd been leaning in closer, closer than before anyway. That Lachlann'd been saying something and had lost it, had seemed distracted, by the couple. In truth, Seamus had forgotten where they were for a few minutes, drowning out the sounds and focusing on the steps, not having to worry about thinking or doing but just being somewhere. But it was still no reason to feel like a stone had settled at the bottom of his gut at having to move out of the way. Yet, there it was, leaden and heavy. Lachlann moved with him as he maneuvered his way through the oncoming throng of pairs and groupings of people, navigating them easily enough to a smaller table away from the main pathway, a place where Lachlann could stretch out his leg and not have to worry about tripping any one and where Seamus wouldn't feel swallowed in by the oncoming tide of people. The privacy was an added afterthought, if a bonus

Lachlann MacNab Things had just...happened, really (or, rather, hadn't really happened) and Lachlann was, once again, at a loss. Again, he couldn't blame the couple for wanting to make their way around, but they had rained on his parade and- -aaand he was feeling specially stupid for even considering doing that while in public, but with the closeness and the sudden feeling of intimacy it (the dancing and the chat) brought...well, he hadn't really considered anything save the other for a brief moment. That said, he felt very glad when they found an empty table and took a seat, since that brought a sense of stability he hadn't realized he needed. "As I was, eh, trying to say..." he began, after taking a moment to make himself as comfortable as possible "I- wait, is that Huey?!" Waitwait- was Huey really on a date just some tables away?!

Seamus MacTunnag Seamus watched the other man out of the corner of his eye as they sat, both to gauge if Lachlann was able to sit without pain and if the almost...discontent he saw was actually there. It was, but Seamus chose not to comment upon it. Rather, he sat in his own chair with a small sigh, glad to be off his feet for a short while. Though he enjoyed dancing, and would have continued if he could, he'd been up on his feet since well before the day had begun and a certain tiredness tugged at his bones now, though it didn't show on his face in the slightest. His head turned to take in the other man, patiently waiting for him to continue before being surprised by his outburst. Straightening and turning to look where Lachlann was, Seamus chuckled quietly. "Aye, so it is." A pause and then a mischievous smile. "Think he'd like tah be told hello?

Lachlann MacNab Oh, what a delightfully devilish idea! Buuut since the other was being the michievious one right now, Lachlann feel the moral obligation of being the voice of reason for now. "Maybe later?" he joked, moving a palm to one of the other's legs, resting it there for a second "it'd be fun to say 'hi' and see what happens but they deserve to have a nice moment first, right?" They, themselves, had been interrupted a second ago and he wouldn't wish that kind of anticlimatic feeling on the teens. " 'sides, I'm having a lot of fun already, Mister Mac T! Maybe we should get something-" he now pointed at one of the menus "-and then, I don't know, maybe continue partying somewhere else?"

Seamus MacTunnag He didn't pout nor did he frown, but there was a furrow between his brows and he sighed, slumping in his chair in mock dejection. "Fine, fine. Yer right, I s'pose." And he was right, at that. Seamus made it a point to let the boys do whatever they thought best, to make their own mistakes and choices and be a voice of reason if Donald asked it of him or he was called to speak to them, but he was not inherently close to them, not truly. But Huey did deserve his date with....who looked to be the youngest Triton lass. So they would stay put for the time being. Dragging his gaze back to the table and the menus Lachlann pointed at, Seamus nodded and pulled one closer, pausing as the end of the thought caught up to him. "'ll keep that in mind. What d'ye reckon ye'll get?" Seamus hadn't had the chance to decide but they had time to, he supposed

Lachlann MacNab Well, Lachlann didn't know much about the Tritons (having only heard of Aquata thanks to the Elections and Alana thanks to Loppy's makeup) and, as such, he couldn't recognize the girl Huey was on a date with as one of them and, instead, just assumed she was the girlfriend he'd mentioned that time at Chapter Three. "Well, I'll have to ask for their vegan options and if they aren't against me taking some food home..." he said, giving the menu a quick look "and, buh, I guess I- we-? should try Tiana's gumbo. I've heard it's a must" Then again, everything Tiana cooked sounded amazing, so there wasn't a bad option. "What do you think?" the (former) pilot trusted the other's tastes, so he wasn't against asking for the same thing as the other.

Seamus MacTunnag Humming as he scanned over the menu himself, Seamus nodded his head absently at the other's words. "Mmhmm gumbo or the jambalaya. Take one home. 'M sure they'll letcha." It was a restaurant, after all. Still, he scanned through the pages and looks everything over, bypassing the drinks and desserts pages, though he knew he'd be taking a container of beignets home for later. "Pick whatcha want an' if there's more than one jus' take th' second one home."

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann blinked a couple of times before he remembered that the other was loaded and, as such, didn't have to go through the whole 'discreetely eyeing the prices and deciding based on them' process everyone else had to. "Ah, yeah" having both was technically, an option "I just don't want to impose or make my part of the tab way more expensive than yours or anythin', Mister Mac T" Ah, the struggles of the non-billionares....! "I guess I'll have Gumbo and ask for some to give Tito, then ask 'bout the vegan options for Greg" but that would had to wait until they were already done eating their parts" he paused before thinking out-loud "...you think we should buy Maeve something?"

Seamus MacTunnag Glancing over at Lachlann, Seamus shook his head at the clear hesitancy to buy what he wanted on the menu versus how much the price was. "I know what yer doin', ye know. Sometimes I think people forget I didna always 'ave money. 'M tellin' ye tah get whatcha want 'cause it don' matter if ye do tah me." And that was the truth. Seamus had worked hard for the money he had, had invested what he had in places that had been lucrative, had been downright lucky at other times, but there had been the times where he'd barely had enough to eat, too. "'S fine by me," he hummed, and answer for the man's entire thought process summed up into a single sentence, closing the menu and sliding it across the table to sit with the other one. He draped his free arm across the back of Lachlann's chair. "Think I saw chicken an' rice we could get 'er"

Lachlann MacNab "I don't know what you're talking about, Mister Mac T" he lied (even if he didn't even bother to make it a convincing lie), taking a moment before nodding and closing his own menu, placing it above the other's "and I'll insist on paying my part. Like, I still have the Gala's money so there's no need for you to worry about it" Hey, Lachlann was kind of dim-witted but he wasn't completely oblivious and was very much aware that some people believed he was around only for the money (Boba's words hurt every now and then) and while he generally tried to not mind other's words a lot... Yeah, he wasn't letting the other pay for his part of the tab. "Can dogs eat rice, though?"  that was a legit question, even if he was distracted with the return of the closeness

Seamus MacTunnag A slight laugh broke out of him as he slanted a smile toward the other man. "Aye, that was very convincin' Lachlann. But if ye insist, I ain't gonna stop ye." See, he knew what people said about anyone he was around for longer than a few days, particularly someone that he'd grown...close to. Seamus had heard it before and he would probably continue to. It didn't help matters that Lachlann was younger than him, too. He could only imagine what people said. If the gossip blog was anything to go by, of which he'd seen plenty thanks to Lachlann, the lads, and a few other random moments of fortune, it wasn't always nice. As though to convince the other about the sincerity of his words, Seamus squeezed the hand that Lachlann had yet to move from his leg and nodding his head. "She can if 's cooked white rice. Good carbohydrates an' protein if ye give 'er meat too. Cannae 'ave it often though."

Lachlann MacNab "That's really appreciated, Mister Mac T" and it really, really was. The last thing he wanted to do was become yet another thing the other had to worry about (again. The whole Black Annis ordeal was a prime example of what could go wrong if he didn't think things twice) " 's not like I don't, eh, appreciate the idea of you paying but I'd rather pay my part, it's only fair and I really don't mean to impose" Specially when they haven't seen eachother during the last couple of days -he didn't want the other to get the wrong idea. (Gee, maybe he should stop reading The Spill. He loved Boba but they were far from unbiased when it came to some people) "Then she can have some, as a treat" he joked, once again interwining his fingers with the other's, not thinking too much about it -that kind of proximity just...happened, really. "And I'll give her some peanut butter as dessert"

Seamus MacTunnag Seamus nodded his acquiescence and his acknowledgment of what Lachlann said, offering up a small smile as he did. "Ye worry too much, ye know that," he said, voice leaning toward teasing to soften the words as he nudged him with the knuckles of the arm curled around his shoulders. "Startin' tah give me a run fer me money." A moment later he dropped the teasing and became serious, leaning so he made sure Lachlann could see his face. "An' yer nah an imposition, ye ken? Ye can pay if ye wanna, I ain't ever gonna tell ye yah ain’t able tah, but it ain't about fair." Fair was nice, sure, but that's not how anyone else would see it. And Lachlann, for whatever his reasoning, had decided to hitch his horse, so to speak, with Seamus's own for the time being. He wasn't going to make it any harder on the man. The joke was one that hit center mass but all Seamus did was shake his head, thumb idly tapping the top of Lachlann's hand while they waited for the waitress. "She's spoilt, ye know that right?"

Lachlann MacNab There were many ways in which Lachlann felt like replying to that: from the typical "I worry too little, actually" to the "I'm trying to dethrone you, you know?", some options a little bit more playful than the others, some a little more serious- but instead, he decided to be a little more direct about what was on his mind, since he hadn't had the chance to do it some minutes before. "She kind of is" he began, then stirred the phrase into what really was on his mind "and I really missed her" A beat. "I missed you" (and that hadn't been his best segue ever, but at least he finally said the thing) "A lot"

Seamus MacTunnag "An' yer mostly tah blame," he mumbled, knowing that was only half the truth. 60/40 at the very least. But he didn't say that. Instead, he listened to the change in Lachlann's voice, a more serious tone than before. Saying he'd missed the dog and, then, him. That he’d missed him a lot, and something about that twisted a bit in his chest, squirmed around and burrowed in between his ribs, a bit disarming but...not necessarily a bad thing. The corner of his mouth curled upward, the edges of his eyes crinkling. Seamus decided to tell a bit of the truth, too. Fair was fair, after all. "Tah tell ye th' truth, it was...strange. Th' house was quiet fer th' first time in months an' it--" It had been alien, is what it had been, and it suddenly dawned on him how easily it had been to get used to having someone in his space for longer periods of time than a few days every so often. "--aye. I missed ye, too."

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann wasn't sure of what he had expected the other's reaction to be like- -but this was way better than the best of any possible scenarios he could imagine. The other was smiling (genuinely smiling!), didn't answer his words with a comment about him being daft or being the one to blame for the brief separation to begin with and, most importantly, he was smiling. His smile was contagious, and Lachlann was smiling back before he even knew it, all semblance of any previous nervousness completely gone. "I didn't mean to dissapear and-" he paused, trying to get his ideas in order. He was a man of his word (because he'd learned from Darkwing's series, of course) and, as such, couldn't promise to not dissapear on the other ever again because things sometimes happened out of nowhere (just like the whole previous ordeal) "-I'll try to not do it again" He couldn't promise because he couldn't control that sort of thing, but he could promise to do his best. "I wouldn't want you to get too comfortable without me, you know?" he joked.

Seamus MacTunnag Apparently, what he'd said had been the correct thing because Lachlann was smiling back at him, his entire face lighting up. It was nice to see, particularly after the last few days' ordeal, that the last time he'd seen him there had been tears and injuries to tend to. Granted, the tears had been his own, first, but Lachlann had followed suit. Seamus still didn't quite understand why (though he was, maybe, beginning to shape up something like one). Squeezing the hand still curled in his own, Seamus acknowledged what he was saying with a quiet murmur of his thanks, anything else he might have said sticking in his throat. Lachlann couldn't promise he wouldn't leave, just like no one else could, but the fact he had promised to try not to do it again well...that meant something. And that something was good enough for Seamus. Without really thinking about it, or making sure he couldn't, the Scotsman lifted the hand in his and pressed the back of it to his lips, dropping it just as swiftly back to where it had lain and turning to the waitress that came alongside their table with a well-practiced smile.

Lachlann MacNab Ladies and Gentlemen (and those who identify as 'neither'), Lachlann MacNab's brain had just left the building. And the planet. And this side of the galaxy, probably. Lachlann's current state of mind could be described with two memes: 'no thoughts, head empty' and with the blurry images full of colourful hearts -the red on his face (that was almost as dark as the one of his hair) did a good job expressing that last idea without any need for words. His thoughts didn't return when the waitress finally appeared, nor when the older man started ordering food, nor with the casual 'customer service-like' jokes she made every now and then. He had been reduced to a blushing, grinning idiot and he regretted absolutely nothing.

Seamus MacTunnag The waitress was friendly, incredibly so, the small talk she made before taking their orders was casual, friendly, and professional. Seamus was pleased to see that she knew the menu expertly, answering the questions he had about certain dishes. Out of the corner of his eye, Lachlann still hadn't stopped grinning. A self-satisfied smirk curled, briefly, around Seamus's mouth before it fell away, returning to something more pleasant. Their waitress caught it, nevertheless, and hid her own smile behind her notepad. Seamus ordered everything they'd discussed, vegan option included, and merely asked for part of the order to be brought out to-go, along with the dessert (unless their minds were changed about that, later). Then she left and the table had fallen silent again. Seamus turned to Lachlann and chuckled at the red flush that had spread across his face. "Did we lose ye Lachie?"

Lachlann MacNab 'Did we lose ye Lachie?' The answer was, of course, a dazed "buh" before any semblance of coherent thought returned to Lachlann's mind and he became, slowly but surely, capable of articulating words. "Yeah, I- wha-? I- sure?" he obviously hadn't heard the other's words (but, hey, at least he was trying), cleared his throat, then tried again "I'm ok, I just- I- yeah. That was- really cute" He then realized 'cute' wasn't necessarily the best word to convey his idea but at this point the fact that he hadn't fainted (like when he was sufficiently near Jim Starling) was practically a miracle in itself. "Sorry, I just-" he laughed "-sorry, Mister Mac T, you have my attention now" (As if he hadn't before) "Would you believe me if I said that blood loss finally got the better of me? and, eh, thanks for ordering, by the by"

Seamus MacTunnag The brunette waited patiently for the other man to be able to express emotions through words, but it was a bit if an amusing wait, if he was being honest. It was almost like watching a computer reboot, except the computer was Lachlann's brain and it had gone completely off-line. "Cute, huh," he questioned, good-humor coloring his words, still a touch teasing as he shook his head and laughed, quietly, again before nudging a water towards the other man. "Nope. Not in th' slightest." The grin that curled around his mouth was cheeky, now, as he motioned towards Lachlann's face, gently ribbing at him. "Seein' as yer face is th' color o' yer hair, I'd say 's fine. An' if it wasna, well, ye'd probably be goin' tah th' hospital." He was, after all, proclaimed a worrier. Had to keep that intact, even if he was messing about. "But yer welcome. Figured it wouldna hurt."

Lachlann MacNab "You know what I meant" was the best argument Lachlann could offer (and he was sure the other  indeedknew). 'Cute' wasn't the best of words to express the idea but it was close enough. (And, again, the other's smile had disarmed him a long time ago and he regretted absolutely nothing) "Maybe I should go to the hospital, but I'd prefer to get some food first" he joked back, just letting things be "I'm a man of priorities, Mister Mac T!" It was almost surreal to think that he had been nervous at the beginning, specially now that things felt so ...natural, as if no time had passed or the town being in literal flames some days prior hadn't been that big of a deal

Seamus MacTunnag "Do I though," he hummed, one side of his mouth still curled upward. He sipped at his own drink for a moment before Lachlann spoke again. "Food first, then. Go tah th' hospital on a full stomach," he murmured, following along on the thread of the joke as his eyes roved over the other patrons. There were a great number of people clustered near the front still, many more seated at tables and booth seats. Tiana's Place seemed to be doing wonderfully well.

Lachlann MacNab "Food first, everything else can wait" he nodded with a smile still on his face. The atmosphere was really, really enjoyable and they were in no hurry to do...well, anything -the previous interruption had been kind of rude but now that they had decided what to eat and had made themselves comfortable it seemed like such a trivial thing to think about. Maybe they'd give dancing a second try, later, and maybe he'd manage to find Tiana and chat her up, maybe the other would find some of his acquaintances and have a good time with them, too- -but that moment, that little moment, was perfect just like that.

Seamus MacTunnag Nodding his head, Seamus agreed to Lachlann's words wordlessly. Instead, he returned the grin. He found himself continuing to do that. Perhaps any other person would have been angry that Lachlann had disappeared, that he'd gone out and done something idiotic because he thought to help a friend. Perhaps, at one time, he would have been. But Seamus had learned in his irregularly long life not to hold a grudge. At this point, it would probably die with him, and he didn't want to hold grudges against the man next to him. He hadn't promised not to leave again, but he'd said he would try, and trying counted in his book. They could dance later or they could not. They could sit and talk or they could walk back to the car and drive back through Besydus. But whatever they did, Seamus was alright with that. It was the trying that counted, after all