#little bit of radley in there

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I have so many fankid thoughts I simply never share ... I'm too shy. But I assure you I think of Heathcliff and Sherry raising Radley quite often.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Fem!PaperCut fic

Like most of my work this is unbetaed and so probably has some typos

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“Detention, Miss Curtis.” 

Ms. Sinatra hands her a now familiar pink slip, shaking her head in a way that’s more disappointed than surprised, and Pony does her best to look contrite, ducking her head to hide a grin.

She’s gonna have to quit doing this soon. For one, Darry is gonna lose her head when she finds out how many detentions Pony has got this year, and for another she’s running out of new ideas of how to get detention in the first place. She’s fortunate Ms. Sinatra kind of holds a grudge against her for what happened during the fire drill last year- which wasn’t her fault, ok? It wasn’t.

Ms. Sinatra goes back to the lesson, talking about Boo Radley this and symbolism that, but Pony isn’t really listening. Instead she looks down at the two slips of paper in her hands, one pink and the other a ripped piece of lined notebook paper, with the most chickenscratch handwriting she’s ever seen. 

It only has one word written. Well, one word and two kisses.

Detention? xx

It’s enough for Pony. 

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Tuesday’s are the only day of the week track practice takes place during lunch instead of after school. When the bell rings, Pony makes her way to the changeroom, slipping out of her skirt and into her track shorts before following her teammates out onto the yard. The track is 400m of packed dirt covered in gravel, chalk lines fading into dust. Their school district is far from the riches in the district, and what little funding they do have for sports usually goes towards the boys football team instead of varsity track and field. Pony doesn’t really mind, Be it dirt, gravel, or pavement, she’s never yet found a track that didn’t let her feel like she’s flying. 

Her sister, Sodapop, doesn't get it. Jenny, Dalia, and Two-bit don’t either. Even Darry, who had been captain of the cheer team before she left school, doesn’t understand what exactly the track team means to Pony. 

Because it’s everything.

The feeling of her feet digging into the track, her hair flying back and fighting to escape her ponytail, lungs burning as she forces herself faster, for once not having to worry about being ladylike or pretty, free for as long as she’s running. Sometimes it feels like if she runs far enough or fast enough she could run away from everything. Sometimes, when she’s nearing the end of a race, pushing herself faster than she’s ever run before, she can almost pretend for a moment that it really is all behind her, can leave behind the reality that mom and dad are gone and nothing will ever be the same as it used to be.

No wonder she’s set five personal bests already this year.

She stretches while the coach scribbles on his clipboard before sending them on an easy 800m for warm up. Pony pumps her legs, sticking close to the middle of the pack- unlike some people, she feels no need to try and show off. At least not until the practice races.

As she rounds the first bend she spots a familiar head of dark hair under the bleachers. The girl, wrapped in a leather jacket, a cigarette stuck between her red painted lips, catches Pony’s eye and grins, a cheshire cat smile with a gap in the bottom front teeth that never fails to steal Pony’s breath away, just a little bit.

She forces herself faster, pulling ahead of the rest of the team, which earns her a few dirty looks from the seniors. She can’t bring herself to care..

After all, it can’t hurt to show off a little bit. Right?

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Antonio Shepard has to be one of the scariest people Pony has ever met. She’d never admit it, because greasy girls are supposed to be tough, but the guy’s cold blue eyes and the jawline that could cut glass would make him intimidating even if he wasn’t the leader of one of the east side’s scariest gangs. 

He’s also, as it turns out, scarily protective over his twin sister, which Pony supposes would be sweet,if it didn’t mean he spent every class they spent together staring at her like she was a puzzle he was trying very hard to figure out.

So what, she and Curly are friends? It doesn’t mean he needs to be weird about it.

Then again, Curly is the strangest girl Pony’s ever met. It makes sense her brother would be too.

In any case, Antonio’s surveillance makes geography a class that is very hard for Pony to concentrate in, something that is going to be a problem pretty soon if she fails the midterm and her grades start slipping. If Darry finds out she’s struggling in geo as well as math she can kiss the track team goodbye. And no track team means no letting Darry think she has track practice after school Tuesday, which means no Tuesday detentions, which means no hanging out with Curly for two hours completely uninterrupted. 

Yeah, she really can’t afford to fail the midterm.

She’s copying down the different layers of the atmosphere, wishing someone would pull the fire alarm like Two-bit and her treat of the week had a few weeks ago, when something small and damp hits her in the back of the head.

Annoyed, she brushes the spitball out of her hair and tries to ignore the snickers erupting from the back of the class as best she can. She’s dealt with plenty of annoying teenage boys in her life. Usually, the best reaction is no reaction, and if this is Archie Towsend’s latest shitty attempt at flirting with her she might actually lose her mind.

Five minutes and seven spitballs is all it takes to ruin her resolve. When a spitball lands in her ear, she whirls around just quick enough to see Antonio hide his hollowed out pen under his desk and adopt an innocent expression.

Pony sees red.

When she comes back to herself she’s holding another detention slip and Antonio is smirking at her, his snake-like eyes amused, even as he wipes the water she’d dumped over his head off his jacket.

Pony fumes for the rest of class. She is so gonna set Curly on him. 

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The reason Tuesday track practices run during lunch is the same reason why Tuesday is the only day Pony tries to get detention consistently, no matter how many notes or bribes Curly slips into her locker or gives her between classes. On Tuesdays, the principal, who usually oversees detention and makes students scrape gum off desks or some equally unpleasant task, goes home early to play in his intramural softball league, and so the track coach Mr. Duvall takes over. Now, Mr Duvall is deeply dedicated to his role as track coach…not so much to overseeing detention. 

When Pony gets to the detention room there's only three other people there. Most folks have figured out by now that Mr. Duvall often forgets to take attendance when he’s in charge of detention.

“Alright there, Curtis?” Mr. Duvall greets when she steps into the room, “You aren’t the type I’d expect to see in detention.”

He says that same thing almost every week, and every week he seems to forget he’s seen her in detention before. Pony is starting to wonder if the guy’s memory is really that bad or if the rumours of his pill problem have more wight than she initially thought.

“It was a misunderstanding Mr.Duvall,” she tells him, giving her most winning smile, and he nods absentmindedly. 

“Right, right. Well, you’re the last person on my list I think, so keep these folks in line for me, will you? I’ll be back in two hours to make sure you’ve all stayed the whole time.”

Then he leaves.

Pony snicker as the two greasers in the back of the classroom promptly open the window and climb out, leaving it open behind them, presumably so she and Curly can follow if they want to. It’s sort of gallant, she thinks. Maybe chivalry isn’t dead.

She doesn’t spend much time dwelling on it as she makes her way towards the only figure left in the classroom. She has no intentions of going anywhere, at least not for the next two hours. Not when she’s alone in a room with Curly Shepard for the first time in a week. Curly Shepard, who wears oversized baggy jeans- boys jeans- instead of skirts, and who always gets Pony in trouble, and who smells like cigarette smoke and dirt but somehow doesn’t ever truly smell bad. Curly Shepard, who’s more accurately described as handsome than pretty for all she’s a girl, and who Pony is pretty sure she’s starting to fall in love with.

Curly, who is currently hunched over a desk and not giving Pony the time of day.

Fuck. That.

“Watcha doin’?” she asks, hopping onto a desk right in front of Curly. She’s wearing a skirt, and it rides up a bit at the motion, something that would usually be guaranteed to not only capture Curly’s attention but distract her for a good few minutes, but Curly doesn’t even glance up.

“Just gimme a minute, doll.”

“You go through all this trouble,” pony drawls, “Slippin’ a note in my locker and comin’ to spy on me durin’ practice earlier, and now you can’t even give me the time of day? Darlin’ I got detention for you, a black mark on my shiny school record, and another one for dumpin’ a water bottle on your brother, dontcha think I deserve a reward for all that trouble?”

That at least makes Curly quirk an eyebrow, even if she still doesn’t look up from whatever she’s doing, and working very hard to hide behind her jacket sleeve.

“You dumped water on Tony? What’d he do?”

“Spitballed me.”

“I’lll put a frog in his bed tonight.” Curly promises, and Pony grins.

“My hero.”

“You know it, doll.” 

“If you don’t start payin’ attention to me I’m gonna follow them boys right out that window.”

“Jesus you’re impatient, y’know that? Here I am tryin’ to listen to you and do somethin’ romantic for once since you’re always sayin’ all I care about is kissing, and here you are actin’ all desperate.”

Pony rolls her eyes. “And what’s so romantic about ignoring me?”

“I’m not ignorin’ you,” Curly finally looks up, her gaze catching on Pony’s bare thigh before she forces herself to meet her girlfriend’s gaze, “I’m makin’ one of those gestures you’re always going on about, like that time you brought me soup when I was sick. See?”

She moves her arm and Pony finally sees what she’d been working on. There, carved roughly into the top of the desk, is a slightly lopsided heart with the initials P + C in the middle.

“This way there's proof we exist but no one to get us in trouble for it.” Curly says, suddenly unable to meet her gaze. She fidgets with her switchblade, flicking it open and shut while Pony’s eyes fill with tears.

“Oh Curly…”

“You don’t like it,” Curly swallows heavily, and Pony can see the way she’s trying to hide her hurt, “it’s ok, it was stupid anyway-”

Pony pulls her into a kiss.

“It’s perfect.”

Curly melts under her hands, trying to duck away and hide her embarrassment, but Pony refuses to let her, instead staring into her blue, blue eyes.

“You’re a real romantic at heart, ain’t you Curly Shepard?”

“Shut up.”

“You are.”

“Shut up.”

“No.”

“I mean it,” Curly threatens, “or I won’t kiss you for the rest of the day.”

Pony snorts. “I’m wearin’ my yellow skirt. You won’t last ten minutes without kissin’ me somewhere.”

“Wanna bet, pretty girl?”

She’s never been one to turn down a challenge.

“Y’know what?” Pony sticks her chin out, fighting a smile, “Sure.”

Curly makes it four minutes and Pony’s skirt riding up a bit before she loses the bet. Neither of them really mind.

Two hours later Mr. Duvall returns and lets them go, thanking them for being responsible enough to serve their full detention time. Pony walks beside Curly back to the east side, wishing she was brave enough to reach out and take her hand. 

She already can’t wait for Tuesday detention next week.

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It's not who you know 2/4

Non-angsty Nepo!Baby Bradley and his years at the USNA and his head-in-the-sand approach to the nepotism and the fact that he ends up being known as the guy with the two hot dads instead...

PART ONE

SECOND YEAR

                “Come on, let’s go for a run. No slacking off just because it’s the summer break. Don’t want to be the slacker come summer training.”

                “You wanna race old man?” Bradley taunts, laughs. He loves being at the USNA, but it feels so good to be home.

                “You think you can beat me?”

                “I could do it blindfolded!”

                “Don’t run blindfolded!” Ice calls out, coming up the footpath and pulling his suitcase behind him. Bradley turns to him with a bright smile, wraps his arms around him.

                “Hey Ice…It’s good to see you. Missed you.”

                “Missed you too. Sorry I’ve been away so much.”

                “It’s all good, I get it.”

                “Yeah, I know you do. And I know you’ve told Mav all about it, but can you humor an old man and tell me about it? Let me reminisce a little?”

                “Did you hear that Bee-radley? He called himself old.”

                “He still calling you BeepBeep?”

                “He’s trying not to… Mixed results,” Bradley replies, pulling a face.

                “Twenty pushups each time you slip up,” Ice states and Mav immediately scowls. Ice leans closer to Bradley, voice low; “He won’t slip up again.” Bradley laughs again.

…             …             …

                “Good first year huh?” Tom asks, can feel the soft smile on his face as he takes in the physical changes in Bradley. The little bit extra height, much broader shoulders, the more confident bearing. It’s a stark difference to the young man he’d last seen at Christmas. Between the distance, work commitments and the limited liberty leave Plebes get it’s been months since he’s seen him.

                “The best. I love it.”

                “Then I’m glad. Lot of people bitching at me that you’ve made their lives harder.”

                Bradley shrugs, he clearly doesn’t care about how the brass feels and Ice knows that that attitude is one-hundred-percent Pete’s fault. Lord help him.

                “Have you made friends?” He asks, wants to hear about them.

                “Yeah, lots. My platoon is the best though.”

                “Always is,” Ice agrees.

…             …             …

                Ron looks around the room, waits for the new staff to arrive and smiles. This year they’re more prepared, Mackenzie isn’t going to be made to feel like an idiot. Maverick and Ice will keep their distance and they can just treat Bradley like any other midshipman.

                “Welcome back everyone, you’ve all got the agenda for today. All should be pretty familiar to you. One item we didn’t get in time for last year due to somewhat delayed communications, is Bradley Bradshaw. For those of you that are new, Bradley Bradshaw is going to be entering his second year. His behavior is exemplary, however there is one quirk we have been asked to accommodate.”

                “What? We don’t accommodate midshipmen’s quirks…”

                The interruption has come from the new guy, William O’Neil, not someone he’s ever had much to do with, but definitely qualified on paper. Ron sighs, because he gets it. He does. They have the Honor Concept, and this seems to fly in the face of it, however it’s a small subterfuge and he’s pretty sure he’d have wanted the same thing if he were in Bradley’s shoes.

                “When Admiral Kazansky asks me to accommodate something, I follow his orders. However you’re welcome to give him a call and let him know that you won’t be going along with it…”

                “Ah… what is it exactly?”

                Glancing around the room Ron smiles, if looks could bury bodies Williams would be six foot under. Several times. Lots of the people in the room have a soft spot for Bradley, for a variety of reasons.

                “Bradley Bradshaw is the surviving son of Lieutenant Nicholas Bradshaw, who died in a training incident while at Top Gun in 1986. Captain Peter Mitchell raised Bradley Bradshaw as his own and has been his main caregiver since his mother died of cancer in 1996. When Mitchell has been deployed, Bradshaw has lived with Admiral Kazansky, whom he calls Uncle Ice.”

                “Now, in the interest of full disclosure, Bradshaw also grew up calling me Uncle Slider. The particular class of Top Gun I was part of remains very close knit. Now. Bradshaw wishes for us to treat him as if we do not know him. He expects to be treated the same as all the other midshipmen. This is not difficult, because he has been raised by naval aviators and he is already quite focused on that career trajectory. But it can make… teaching him… challenging. He already knows a lot of the material we have to teach them all. Now, obviously not his studies, but the naval orders, he already had them memorized before he got here. So…”

                “Is he disrespectful?” O’Neil asks, frowning.

                “Never. Which is impressive considering how many times he must bite his tongue when he has the upperclassmen telling him what to do. I’ve had no complaints from anyone. This is just a reminder and a heads up that yes, while he wants to be treated as any other midshipman, he isn’t any other midshipman. Just follow due process and we’ll be fine. I do not want Kazansky ringing me asking questions about unfair treatment, so make sure you keep it fair. Understood?”

…             …             …

                It’s easier now, with the tutors and officers knowing he doesn’t want to be recognized. They slip up sometimes, which he always deflects as he catches their eye rolls, but he also knows that some of them respect him for not expecting special treatment. Although he guesses asking all his commanding officers to ignore his familial ties is special treatment in itself. He sighs. It’s a no-win situation.

…             …             …

                Bradley doesn’t expect the first person to approach him.

                “Hey! Bradshaw!”

                “Uh, hi Murphy… you doing okay?”

                “Yeah. Look. I just… I heard that you have two dads.”

                “Yep. You got a problem with that?”

                “No! No. Definitely not. Not at all. I was just… uh. I was going to say. Uh. Me too.”

                “You have two dads?”

                “Uh. No. Well, I have a step dad, does that count? No. I mean. I’m… gay.”

                “Oh. Okay. Uh. Why are you telling me?”

                “I just thought you’d be… okay with it.”

                “Oh! Yeah. Of course I am. I really don’t care man.”

                “Thanks. Catch you later Bradshaw.”

                Bradley watches him jog off from the quad and he shakes his head.

                “That was fucking weird…”

…             …             …

                Tom’s tired, eyes gritty and his chest feels tight, like no matter how deep he breaths in he can’t quite get his lungs full. The light is on in the living room and he walks through, finds Mav sitting on the sofa and flicking through a clothing catalogue.

                “What are you looking for?”

                “T-shirts.”

                Tom frowns, because to his knowledge Mav just goes and buys three or five packs of the cheapest white or black t-shirts from whichever store is open when he remembers he needs them.

                “For… Bradley?”

                “Nope. I’m making myself a secret identity.”

                “What?” It’s not even a question, more of a statement. Of course he is. He didn’t curb his behavior last year so he now figures he has free reign.

                “Well, you know Bradley won’t let us visit him because he doesn’t want everyone to know who his family is. So… I’m going for hip-looking professor. Blazer over a t-shirt, but it has to be a t-shirt with a band or something to show I’m hip. It’s similar enough to what I wore last year, maintain the illusion.”

                “Do kids actually use the word hip?

                “Huh. I don’t know. I made you one by the way.”

                “Made what?”

                “A secret identity. Want to know what it is?” Pete wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and part of Tom is afraid to ask.

                “I’m not wearing a blazer.”

                “No. But you know how you had that leather jacket back in the 80s? Thought I’d bring it back…”

                “I… do I even have that anymore?”

                “Sure do. Bet it still fits too.”

…             …             …

                “Is your dad coming this year?”

                Natasha is asking about the upcoming parent visit weekend and he sure as fuck hopes not but they’ve been unnaturally quiet and oh fuck… that’s never a good sign.

                “Ugh. Maybe. Probably. Why?”

                “Well, I get a bit sick of looking at all the boys around me, sometimes someone needs a proper man to appreciate…change of scenery.”

                “I really don’t know whether to be insulted or grossed out.”

                “Both, I was aiming for both.”

                “Well, mission fucking accomplished. Can we stop talking about my dad?”

                “I really want to meet your other dad now, hotness usually goes together you know?”

                Bradley groans.

…             …             …

                “Trust me, they won’t recognize you. The uniform does a lot for making you recognizable.”

                Tom isn’t quite so sure, but he’s already made a couple of calls to make sure they don’t recognize him. He’s definitely not letting Pete dye his hair, although he has agreed to time their visit after some rare days off so that he has a bit of stubble. Not that his blonde stubble really shows like Mav’s does. He’d only agreed to this madness because this year he won’t be able to see Bradley for Thanksgiving or Christmas. And Hannukah is out of the question. He can’t go nine months without seeing him. So a special trip when Bradley has a liberty weekend. Well. Afternoon. He’d rung Slider and asked. Slider has assured him everything will go smoothly.

                “So, what’s our plan here?”

                Unlike previous times they’re planning on taking Bradley out for dinner, want to actually talk with him rather than whatever subterfuge Mav did last time where he just watched from afar. Of course come summer Bradley will be on a carrier and Tom can show a purely professional interest and visit under the guise of work and won’t have to go to the ridiculous lengths that Mav is currently insisting on.

                “So, I’m Peter Bradshaw okay?”

                “Yes. And what are we calling me? Kazansky is pretty damned specific.”

                “I was thinking Tom Mitchell would uh, be…”

                His throat catches, wonders what it would be like to actually take Mav’s name, or have Mav take his.

                “Yeah, that’s uh, yeah. Tom Mitchell. Sounds good.”

…             …             …

                “Oh my god…”

                He’s never seen Ice dressed like this and he’s pretty sure his eyebrows have taken flight off his face in disbelief. Black jeans. Since when has Ice owned black jeans? Or any jeans? The jacket he vaguely remembers from his childhood, but seeing Ice in all black is weird. And he hasn’t shaved. And he’s… he’s smoking a cigarette. What the fuck. Ice turns slightly and now Bradley can also see Mav, wearing a fucking suit. He needs a photo of this whole thing immediately. He’s going to hold this over them forever.

                “Uh… hi pops? Dad…” He’s not ever called Ice anything other than Ice before, and that’s clearly not an option right now. The pleased smile he gets though makes him think he should maybe start.

                “Bradley!” Mav hugs him and he realizes he must have grown again, because Mav is definitely shorter. He laughs and pats Mav on the head, laughing harder as Ice laughs with him, both of them amused at the scowl on Mav’s face.

                “Hi, yeah, you guys made a special trip huh?”

                “Liberty time… we thought we could take you out to dinner.”

                “Sure,” Bradley says, and he rolls his eyes to let him know how unimpressed he is, but part of him is happy to see them. He hopes Uncle Slider is getting as much amusement from this whole thing as he is at least. Actually…

                “You want me to show you around a bit?” Bradley asks, and the look on Mav’s face is positively gleeful. There’s his answer he guesses.

…             …             …

                They walk around and Bradley nips into Bancroft to grab his camera, it’s not really a tour as such, given how familiar he is with the grounds. He’s glad he no longer has to deal with the grueling lifestyle, but equally glad that Bradley is thriving in it. He doesn’t pay attention to the other people wandering around, but then Bradley is calling out.

                “Admiral Kerner sir! Sorry. I just thought I’d introduce you to my, uh, parents.”

                Fucking hell. Slider. The gleeful grin on Slider’s face, eyes lit with delight and Tom purses his lips, tries to convey his displeasure while also trying to look pleased to apparently meet this person for the first time.

                “Of course Midshipman Bradshaw.”

                “This is Peter Bradshaw and Tom Mitchell.”

                “Pleasure to meet you both,” Slider says, and his grin is almost manic.

                “Sir, would you mind taking a photo of me with my parents?”

                “Of course.”

                They pose and Slider takes a careful photo, passing back the camera.

                “Bradley, I want a copy of that you hear me?” Slider asks, voice pitched low and Bradley gives him a cheeky grin.

                “Of course sir.”

                Bradley and Mav move off a little and he hangs back.

                “That photo better not see the light of day.”

                “I’ll just bring it out when I need a good laugh. Though, Tom Mitchell huh? You have something you want to tell me?”

                “Fuck off Slider…”

                “You know, if you do get married and I’m not the best man, I’m going to be fucking pissed.”

                “Yeah yeah…”

YEAR THREE

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

hii! is it possible to do an atticus finch x male reader fluff fic?? if not thats totally okay :3

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you.

Atticus Finch x Male! Reader romantic fluff headcanons

Summary: Basic headcanons for Atticus and Male! reader

Warnings: very small references to homophobia (not in detail), bad writing since I'm not a dude

Word count: 921 (short sadly)

A/N: I'm not a guy so this is definitely going to be a bit stiff. And I just KNOW you were living off gender neutral reader fics for Atticus 💀. Also, you didn't specify if it was supposed to be romantic, so I just said it was romantic.

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The 1930s wasn’t an accepting time for queer people, and Atticus knew that. He knew the forms of persecution they would receive if found to not fit into the “norm”.

You were a new neighbor to Maycomb, having come to live in a smaller, quieter town. It would be under odd circumstances that you meet Atticus. Scout finds you fascinating and pesters you like she does Boo Radley. He’d apologize for his kid's behavior and go on a long talk with you about different things, Scout and Jem having gone home over ten minutes earlier.

It’s not that Atticus finds it outrageous that he possibly finds a man attractive, he knows people like that exist, the same can be said about him figuring it out later in his life. He finds it a bit odd that he even has the capabilities of doing so so late in his life, he’s had a wife and has kids. He can’t always keep up with that sort of love now!

Either way, he’ll treat you just as kindly as he would anyone else. Atticus would greet you in the mornings when he’d see you and say good afternoon if he sees you later in the day.

Atticus isn’t dumb when it comes to the world, he knows people aren’t accepting of others, especially with romantic relations between men. As much as he knows not to judge, hate others, or fear their opinions, he can’t deny that he won’t say a thing. Atticus will push his feelings away for a while, it’s mostly because he doesn’t want you possibly hating him for the feelings he would gain.

Once you start showing obvious sense you like him in a romantic sense, Atticus would find it easier to confess. It would be one night that he finds you after work, walking down the same road to your home, and he’d ask you out on your porch.

You obviously say yes and Atticus heads home with clammy hands but a better mood than earlier that evening. He’d set a date and told his family that he was going out for a night with friends.

Though it was normal to receive affection from someone close to you, romantic aspects would stay in private. Really romantic kisses are only behind closed (and locked) doors. Atticus would be rusty in those moments though; it’s been a bit so let him figure it out.

Dates are usually just chalked up to being friend dates and just wanting to go out. Of course, Atticus would dress well for the occasion, as he would any date.

“He’s a good friend of mine.”

You would be brought over to the house but in a friendly way. It would be awkward to the kids since it’s odd having a parent's friend over but you’re over at the house more times a week then a month then a year. They’d get used to your presence.

It’s eventual that Scout and Jem would wonder why you come around so much and why you spend the night at random dates. It’s either Scout would ask you or Atticus. “Why are you here all the time?” Scout would ask at dinner; you are sitting across from her.

“Atticus just likes my company,” you would answer her with a small smile. You knew how little his kids truly understood the things between you and Atticus, it’s just another thing to laugh about.

A lot of time together with physical touch would be in secluded rooms, especially at night. Atticus would allow you in the same bed and hold you close, telling you about his day quietly. He’d help you get things to go to bed and then hold you while he slept. Atticus does snore so worry about that a bit, it’s not CPAP worthy though, so if you’re a heavy sleeper you should be fine.

The days that Calpurnia isn’t at home already, but Jem and Scout ran off for something interesting with Dill, would be heaven for the both of you. You and Atticus would spend the morning doing mundane things together but knowing you had that sense of freedom is better than nothing.

Atticus has a forced habit of separating you from anything with his work, including the trials and before that. He advises you don’t go to the trial and make sure that Jem and Scout stay back too. Of course that doesn’t happen, and you go and take the kids anyway.

You’re never invited to holiday gatherings with the whole Finch family. As much as Atticus does want you there, he knows it’s for the better. His family is beyond judgmental and if there was any possibility they would catch on to your relationship, he’d be shunned and judged for the rest of time. Maybe they’d try pulling a gun on him if he tried going back. But if he gets the opportunity to have a holiday without the rest of the family, he’d bring you over and have a good time with you.

If you’re together for a long while, a long long while, Atticus would “propose” to you. Of course, it would be a nice ring he’d get, just expensive enough to not be cheap but not expensive enough to dent his bank account. He’d do the basics of taking you out to a nice place, butter you up just enough to get you to say yes. A wedding wouldn’t follow for safety reasons, but he’d adore you like a real husband would.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

My TKAM masterlist

My request list

[dynamousse]

WAITTTT..... i founf old dynamousse art from a bit ago... i think its a little uggo mode but likeeee its my favorite dudes soooo :D

to explain why i ship these 2 basically i interpret that the gingersnap lounge lets in pretty much exclusively criminals and villainous folk from around the flipverse (radley madish, sarge, etc...) and dynamoe shows up when he starts his villain arc and whatev.. mousse thinks little of him at first because he hasn't committed a serious crime and he is instantly recognized as That Guy In Tastyville With The Comic Book Store(tm) but eventually warms up to him and offers to show him how to really get into villany and such!

of course moe has a crisis later because hes like Why am i so goddamn evil ?!?>! and uhh well idk how that goes maybe ill write about it sometime i just like evil guys being evil and gay together

[magic-is-something-we-create]

WIP Title Game!

Thank you for the tag, @illarian-rambling!!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

My writing folder is a bunch of nested folders for each draft of each WIP with 30+ documents each because I keep chapters separate BUT within that writing folder, we have:

THE MILLENNIUM SAGA (Firebreathers drafts 1-4, Echoseers drafts 1-3 (draft 3 is slowly being edited at the moment), and Goddess-Touched drafts 1-3 (actively rewriting for draft 3))

WHISPERS (2 drafts with minuscule differences)

EHLVERSE TTRPG (separate documents for character creation and elementalism mechanics are all i have right now)

THE LOST SCRIPT (and a few past attempts at The Lost before i determined it would be better as a comic than a novel)

DEITY COMPLEX (scattered bits and pieces in about five different documents that are a mix of drafting and brainstorms)

and in rapid-fire:

the messenger Marked Ursa Riyon's Guide to Worldwalking by birth SHORT STORIES (The Traveler, The Man Who Burns, Seeds of Regret, and about sixteen others you could not pay me to put online from my highschool days)

i'll make the executive decision to say that's 9 WIPs since the short stories are all complete, so i'll tag...

@indecentpause, @writeblrfantasy, @ashen-crest, @lanawritesalittle, @blind-the-winds

@authoralexharvey, @radley-writes, @calicohyde, and @revenantlore

As always, absolutely 0 pressure to play, and feel free to join in if you'd like!!!

[soulsoffairlight]

Can you tell me a little bit about Radlynn in your AU? Like her backstory? I’m very curious(the statement about her not having a childhood makes me wonder: is she an experiment?)

I WAS PREPARED FOR THIS MOMENT.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO :D

In the name of not spoiling too much for the sake of planned projects, I won't give TOO much information. Just enough to answer your questions. :)

Short answer: Yes and no.

Long answer:

So, in a sense, very technically, she did have some sort of childhood. She was raised in the large Loulean city of Frigidare within my worldbuilding -- a large city known for its population of Tierkno (TYAIR - knah) of an unknown species, a shapeshifting creature in this world with a large diversity of species. However, very early on in her life was when she was unfortunate enough to be blinded - something that would affect her quality of life significantly … very unfortunately.

She would long for her ability to see every day -- she was very young and finding it difficult to adapt to her situation. Nobody would tell her what happened ... all she remembered was her brother pointing at something on the way to school on a dark winter morning. Then everything sort of went black on her ... permanently. Seemingly permanently.

She would need to be homeschooled, for losing sight so early in her life was something incredibly difficult to adapt to. And every moment of spare time Radlynn got she'd spent outside on the front porch, longing for the sight she once had... and desperately holding onto all the slowly fading memories of sight she still had. All she had memory of was her brother's face... and even that had become a mess of unintelligible geometric shapes in her head.

Meanwhile, Radley, the sole survivor of the mass freeze on the Avidran moon of Calyx sent by the a goddess named Oblivion to keep his aggressive family of Radishes known for the life of a god they had claimed at bay, was able to come to Avidra after finding one of Oblivion's dropped feathers, which had a hidden ability to open portals to both Avidra and its moons. He had found the other two sole survivors of freezes on the other two moons of Apica and Cocillion -- Sarge and Luau LePunch, respectively. They came up with a plan: they'd observe human and tierkno civillizations while wearing disguises that made them appear more human-like and find a way to scare them into submission and turn them against the gods.

They began to recreate the organized collaboration that their families would take on against the gods. Because Radley was so intelligent and had access to so much important information, the other two trusted him to be the one in charge... and he was very successful in doing so. He was able to find ways for them to steal important resources from the civilization and benefit their plan's progress as a whole. In doing so, they learned about the main ability of tierkno: shapeshifting. And that made them realize that if they could get some in their possession and train them... perhaps modify them, they would be extremely powerful.And so, they each researched extensively to make sure they had a clear understanding of how to care for tierkno and keep them happy. And they all agreed to choose a tierkno that was younger -- for they were easier to train from a young age. This phase of their plan would take a few years, but they were dedicated.

While Sarge and Luau were rather quick to find young tierkno to take under their wing (who had also been in tricky situations), Sarge Fan and LePete respectively, Radley wasn't afraid to take his time. He supposed that finding the optimal individual for their plans was more important than the time he spent doing so... and for a good few days, he had an eye on Radlynn ... who eventually ventured further from her porch and hung out near some crates Radley intended to take back to Calyx. She was clearly blind and seemingly lonely and depressed... something that, of course, was painful for him to see. But he had an idea... curing blindness was a simple breeze based on the resources available to him in the lab his family left behind on Calyx. He could simply help her get her sight back... and just like that, he'd have the trust of this intelligent girl who had already figured out navigating the world around her without sight.

He approached Radlynn, and he told her that if she could just sit and guard the crates for just a few more hours, he'd cure her blindness. The girl, whose life had seemingly crumbled apart since she went blind, took on the request without question. Soon, Radley took this young tierkno back to Calyx to give her what he promised... and to take her under his wing.

He cured her blindness using some methods he found in his family's resources, and she was crying tears of joy when she could see again. She became extremely loyal to him, and he felt some sort of connection to her... a familiar one. He treated her like a daughter of his own, and together, they agreed that her name would be Radlynn from then on.

The three raised and educated their adopted children with determination to give them the best they could while simultaneously continuing their business in Avidra and claiming territory-- adjusting the three to this kind of life. Sarge Fan learned to communicate and cooperate with Sarge’s army onions effectively, especially in his rottweiler form, which allowed for more efficiency in herding the little things. LePete gained a deep understanding of how to take advantage of both human/tierkno psychological and physiological weaknesses to become a fierce opponent in combat… sometimes without needing to lay a finger on anyone. However, he was already a natural fighter as a spectacled bear tierkno, so he was just as good at dealing physical damage.

And Radley had trained Radlynn in weapon combat… and she became so enthusiastic for it that she learned much of it – and an impressive amount more – on her own. She was a horrifying opponent when it came to fighting with a sickle. But one day, when Radlynn accidentally cut her arm on her sickle, leaving a deep gash without her noticing, Radley realized that there was a side effect to the curing-of-blindness method he didn't consider. Testing his theories, he took her in to stitch up the wounds without any form of numbing or something of the likes. While she was really scared about it, she... wasn't feeling any pain. This was pretty dangerous for her... but at the same time, it would make some ideas in the back of his head significantly easier. He figured that if he watched her very closely to make sure she didn't get hurt, he could keep her safe while still keeping that side effect.

From that point on, Radley began to take a fascination with her. It began with some smaller experiments to slowly funnel into the main one he had planned-- Radlynn was scared but not unwilling. It started with him applying small genetic samples of a certain Tierkno species he had managed to get his hands on, and she grew scenting glands on her neck and arms that she could use to recreate just about any scent-- a unique ability of this species that had piqued his interest. He was fascinated. He trained her to control it. And she, too, loved it.

When they began to train the three to start putting their new learned skills to use so they could commence with their plan, Radley was shocked by how quickly Radlynn was able to catch on. She discovered that she could feel pain if she wore a blindfold, and so she learned to pretty accurately fight without sight. She also learned to use her new scenting abilities to her advantage to distract people as she stole things or something of the likes, and she was extremely creative in completing tasks, something he was impressed by.

She pointed out that if they targeted the people who were dissatisfied with the government and tried to initiate them into their little group, they would be advantaged pretty well. And he was amazed by her reasoning.

As more targets were initiated on a seemingly life-or-death basis, they formed an entire mob of rebellious individuals who hated the government with a burning passion, and were destined to burn it to the ground. The people of the city were terrified of this mob -- to demonstrate their power, they would severely wound, if not kill, anyone who tried to cross paths or stop them. As they claimed more lives and even began to threaten government officials, even the government became scared of them, and many people started to believe that they had some control over it.

The gods were not pleased, and they knew they had to put a stop to this... somehow. Oblivion knew that if Radley, the mastermind behind this all, was to be gone, it would all fall apart. And so she commanded Poltergeist, a lower god who could easily interact with the world, to try and bring him to her. However, when he tried to grab him somewhere on Calyx, Radlynn ended up pushing him out of the way and being grabbed instead. Noticing she was being grabbed by the arm, she was quick to escape in a rather risky manner: she ripped off her blindfold and cut her own arm off with her sickle, freeing herself. Enraged, Radley ended up attacking him and managing to kill him... proving that he was just as dangerous to the gods as his family was.

Quick to do something about her missing arm, he performed another experiment on her. This next experiment was definitely more stressful for Radlynn--, but again, she was determined to push through for him. He replaced her now, missing left forearm with a bionic one - something else left behind by his family. It could easily be disguised as a real one and functioned just like one, even being able to experience touch, except it was bionic and had extremely sharp claws. Radlynn adapted quickly and was even able to teach herself some interesting strategies with it, something he was very impressed by. She enjoyed her new modifications... unlike the typical person would.

As much as she liked her modifications... that experience… it stuck with her. She couldn’t feel the pain, no… but she could definitely see what was happening, and it made her feel incredibly horrified. She would often find herself reliving the experience in her dreams, and every time, it just got worse and worse… but she tried to just ignore it: because she knew she was helping Madish, and she wanted to help him. He saved her.

Seeing how everything seemed to be going well, a few days later, he finally decided to perform the main experiment on her. When he applied his own DnA to give her a radish form, it worked... to extents beyond his intentions. The cambiregen (tierkno hormones giving them ability to shapeshift) had combined with this DnA aggressively, and he accidentally created a reckless, 10-foot-tall beast that tried to attack him. He was quick to corner her, but he still started to panic. But then he got an idea. He was able to gain control over the beast by tricking it into falling into obedience any time he said [her original name] to it. And it worked. He had turned a dangerous mistake around to his favor. He spent weeks training Radlynn and her new form, eventually being able to split into two: an 'antrhopomorphic' form more reminiscent of his own kind and then a 'feral' form closer to a werebeast, and everything was pointing in his favor.

The latter experiment traumatized her even more. She couldn’t see it that time, which only made it even more stressful for her… because she knew he was doing something to her cambiregen gland… and to her, that felt like something was being taken from her. And on top of that, she could tell he felt bad for it… and that look in his eye never left her. She had no idea what to do with herself. She was afraid of this new form she had. When she went into it, she couldn’t remember anything that she had done in it, and she knew that she could easily kill people in it. It felt like she was in the back seat of her own body sometimes.

But she was fine with it…

…for Radley.

If it hadn’t been for him, she’d probably have died somehow.

WHEW, THAT WAS A LOT.... But this is just the background context/base I plan to build a fic on... stay tuned guys. ;)

And also as a bonus treat, have the characters that inspired my representations of her and Radley:

Lynette Guycott from Scott Pilgrim (comics specifically)

C.A Rotwang and (Human) Maria from Metropolis (1927)

And the AU is named after and overall based on this song:

[frozen-heart]

Let's talk about Pretty Little Liars: Summer School, bc I have no one to talk to about my thoughts.

Pastor Malachai

My first thought was literally that this dude looks like Clanton. He's probably related to him and now is continuing, in a way, in his footsteps. Bloody Rose and Clanton/Archie both have a theme of killing sinners/punishing the guilty, with slight variations of going about it. Just look at the resemblance:

Mrs Beasley looks just as guilty tbh. And this:

"It's safe to say that I believe you children are the future. Of our church, of this town and of the kingdom. '...' There's an activity we used to spearhead in years past. A celebration, and a purging that will help us expiate our town's sins. Shall I tell you all about the glories of Redemption House?"

Just sounds sus. I also don't think we ever saw other adult members of this church, besides the Pastor and Mrs Beasley, which I find really weird. I can imagine that someone connected to the church could be connected or be Bloody Rose, if it isn't Mrs Beasley or the Pastor. Could be an adult we haven't seen yet or one of the teenagers. Or both honestly.

Also, maybe there were similar killings years before the liars, which relate to what Malachai said about the activity they did years ago. Maybe the whole town was in on it.

"Twenty years ago, a series of tragic events almost ripped the blue-collar town of Millwood apart." I'm sure that wasn't just about Angela Waters.

Completely different thought, but maybe the church knows about Bloody Rose and that she's out to kill sinners, which is why they want to get as many followers as possible and purge the town of their sins, to save people from getting kiled off.

Principal Smithy

He's not my primary suspect, but I fear he or someone with power in the school might be involved as well, because of the whole summer school thing.

Dr Sullivan and Rose Waters

I feel like Dr Sullivan looks a bit similar to Rose Waters, but I don't think they'll end up being related. I feel like it would be out of character for Dr Sullivan to turn into Bloody Rose and kill teenagers. I could image there being some minor involvement, like in the original PLL when she dissappeared.

But I do think there is a possibility she knows Rose Waters, because we know she stayed in Radley until it closed. In season 3 when Spencer went to Radley Dr Sullivan worked there. Maybe Rose Waters was one of her patients.

Maybe it's also a possibility that they'll parallel the original PLL and Bloody Rose could end up being one of Dr Sullivan's patients, which she'll figured out later on as the show progresses. I also wonder what her flashback will add to the story.

Davie

I know she's dead, but I think she'll have something to do with this. When Imogen saw the shadow in her room and thought it was her mother and then Bloody Rose.. I don't know it gave me a weird feeling. Also, this teaser poster with the drawing of an angel being unraveled, leads me to believe that Imogen might uncover some more horrible truths about her mother. And now that she mentioned in her dream in ep 3, that she saw Bloody Rose AND her mother.. Seems suspicious

Some more thoughts about Bloody Rose

I could imagine Bloody Rose being a character we don't know yet, like with Archie. We didn't know Angela had a brother until the reveal lol.

I could imagine more people being involved, like a group of people coming together. Maybe even a scenario where different people pretend to be Bloody Rose and don't know each other's identities, but each have their reasons to mess with the liars or do so for fun.

We also know a teenager has to be involved, because Mouse's grandmother said one of her friends came to her. And we know someone who said she was friends with one of the liars before: Jennifer. Tbh I don't think she's Bloody Rose, but that just came to my mind, how she basically used Noah to get a job. I wouldn't exactly call them friends tbh.

Some unrelated extra

What the fuck happened here in Angela's room? Why is there a rope? I was re-watching and found this really weird and disturbing. The day Angela died it wasn't there.

[james-stark-the-writer]

Find The Word Tag

thank you for the tag @surroundedbypearls! it's funny to me how these bits almost make the book seem the total opposite of what it is for about 80% of its word count, but, well, if anyone is curious to read more, check the pinned post.

anyway, my words were corner, sensation, silver, and source.

CORNER:

As the car turned a corner, moving up a slowly curving path, Nathan could do little other than think about what his fate would be. He would be found guilty, that was for sure. The lingering question was little more than what his punishment would be and for how long. Legally, they couldn’t do much more than trap him in a cell for eternity.

SENSATION (literally the only use of the word and it's in a longer conversation scene, i have to clearly step up my sensation game):

A semi-transparent blue fluid began to flow through the tubes as the Bailiff slightly opened the valves on each one of the canisters.

“State your name for the record, please.” Evan said.

“Nathan Castellano.” Nathan said.

“And your occupation.”

“I work for the Council as an administrator.”

“The name of your first pet.”

“Caramel.”

“A person you hate.”

“Roger Whitmore.” Nathan gritted his teeth as he spat out the name. He felt a sharp sensation in his arm, as the fluid surged through the needle into his vein.

SILVER:

She closed the door. “Through here, please.” She said, leading him through the first doorway on the left, covered by possibly the ugliest beaded curtains he’d seen — silver and yellow (or was it supposed to be gold?) beads spaced out in groups of 3 pairs with uneven lengths of space between each pair — clearly a personal project or the work of a terrible beaded-curtain-maker. The room — the whole house, really — had that smell of mildew and laundry that hadn’t dried properly.

SOURCE:

Joe was beginning to get frustrated. Toxicology showed signs of mild intoxication and that damned poison and that was it. The doctor had to be lying somehow, they had to be. Either they facilitated it and were involved or they were covering for a fear of being pulled into this mess but there had to be something wrong there. There was no other reasonable way to source the poison.

uhhh, i guess i'm tagging @radley-writes, @ohgoditsyou-k, @retroghosting, and anyone else who wants to participate! your words are: trap, crouch, fruit, head (feel free to replace words with whatever ones you want if you don't have them, of course.).

[uncaaj]

Fanfic: Double Babysitter (from Frisky and Rad's POV) (Bluey)

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A vibrating sound turned Chilli Heeler away from her book and to her night stand. She grabbed her phone and tapped the new notification. Her ears drooped upon reading the distraught text from her friend Frisky. “Oh no…”

Her husband Bandit exited the bathroom, wiping his snout and slinging the hand towel over his shoulder. “So where do you wanna go for date night, babe?”

Chill shook her head and motioned her big blue toward the bed. “Bandit, Frisky broke up with Bosco.”

“What?” Bandit laid down next to her and skimmed through the ongoing conversation Frisky was sending pictures of. “I thought he was the one. He seemed like a stand-up guy.”

“Frisky thought so too. Apparently he was chatting up another girl at a barbecue last week who then told Frisky about it.” 

“Ooh, bummer,” Bandit winced before shrugging. “Well, good riddance, I say. She’ll do fine without him.” He kissed Chilli and settled into his pillow.

Chilli set her phone where it was and nestled closer to her husband. “Eventually,” she said, wrapping an arm around Bandit. “I wanna help her, though.”

“Maybe babysitting the kids will cheer her up?” Bandit suggested.

“Didn’t your brother say he wanted to babysit this time?” asked Chilli.

“Oh, right, forgot. The kids love their uncle Rad.”

“Yeah, they do,” Chilli concurred. “He’s kind, strong, if a bit scatterbrained.”

“A lot scatterbrained,” Bandit corrected, and the pair laughed. “Don’t forget his propensity for jumping into pools.”

“But you’re all like that,” said Chilli, nudging Bandit with her elbow.

“Ha! I suppose. Yup, he’s a catch. Small wonder he hasn’t been snapped up yet.”

The pair let the warm night air and fluttering fruit bats outside start to lull them to sleep. Bandit rolled over to face Chilli and met wide eyes with a hint of mischief. 

“Uh, babe?” he said, sitting up. “You’re making the ‘I have a plan’ eyes again.”

Chilli hesitated, but couldn’t help herself. “Okay, it’s crazy,” she said in a low voice, “But I may have a plan, and it’s called-“

+++

CHILLI: “This episode of Bandit is called ‘Double Babysitter.’”

+++

“Five min away,” read the latest text from Radley. Bandit locked his phone and grabbed the expensive cologne from the bathroom cabinet. “Are you sure this’ll work, babe?” he asked, spraying it on his neck fur.

“You never really know,” said Chilli, brushing her hair, “but my intuition’s never steered me wrong before.”

“I feel like I’m playing puppets with dolls I shouldn’t be playing with.”

“It’ll be fine, big fella.” Chilli placed her hands on his shoulders. “She was telling me last night she’d never try again. I want her to bounce back strong, okay?”

Bandit sighed. “Fair enough.”

“Plus there’s Lamingtons in it for you at the restaurant,” Chilli cooed, booping Bandit’s nose.

Bandit sniffed. “Well, you could’ve started with that!”

“Started with what?” asked Bluey.

The pair of Heelers looked down and there were their kids, as if by magic. They had a knack for it.

“Why does Dad smell funny?” asked Bingo.

“I knew it still worked.” said Bandit, making lovey-dovey eyes as Chilli rolled hers. Bandit knelt down to their level. “Me and your mum are going on a date, remember?”

“And your uncle Rad is on his way to babysit,” said Chilli.

Bluey slumped. “Oh yeah.”

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Bandit encouraged. “You’ll have lots of fun.”

“I love uncle Rad!” said Bingo, her tail wagging. “He’s kind and funny.” 

A screeching sounded outside startling everyone. A hollow plastic thump followed. They ran to the balcony, searching for the disturbance.

“Don’t worry, Chilli!” called Wendy Chow-Chow, who was lounging in her front yard. “Bandit, your brother’s here! And I’d see to your wheelie bins before the bin chickens do.”

“If a little reckless…” Chilli sighed.

Bandit felt a buzz on his hip and took out his phone. “Yeah, he’s here.”

Chilli waved. “Thanks, Wendy!”

+++

Radley Heeler twirled his keys in his hand and strolled up to the porch. He opened the door and peered inside. Not a soul was there to greet him, which gave him a funny idea. He snuck inside, carefully shutting the door behind him and tiptoed to the red armchair, pulling it out just enough so he could hide behind it. 

Just as he settled in, his niece bounded down the stairs, cheering, “Uncle Rad’s here!” She threw the door open and met with an empty porch. “Hi, uncle Ra…where is he?”

Radley pounced on the little orange Heeler and hoisted her up into his arms as she squealed and giggled. “How ya doin’, Bluey?” he greeted.

“I’m Bingo!” said the pup.

Did he misremember? He was certain the blue one was Bingo and the orange one was Bluey. Radley held out the pup by her leg. “Really?”

“Yeah, that’s Bluey!” she laughed, pointing toward the inside. Sure enough, there was Bandit, Chilli and Bluey walking into view.

“Ah, yeah, ‘cause he’s blue,” Radley nodded.

Bluey stomped her foot. “I’m a girl!”

“Oh, yeah, I knew that.” Well, he did it again. Best to just go with it.

“Are you putting us to bed tonight, uncle Rad?” Bingo asked.

Radley gave a thumbs-up. “You bet.”

“Hooray!”

Bluey looked away. “Not hooray.”

Chilli smiled tenderly as Radley put Bingo upright on the floor. “Bluey isn’t sure about babysitter putdowns, uncle Rad.”

“Don’t worry, Bluey,” said Radley, kneeling down. “Who better to do a babysitter putdown than your uncle Rad?”

“Hello!” came a different voice.

“Frisky!” cheered the kids, as they ran and tackled an English Cocker Spaniel with a bag slung over her shoulder.

“Frisky, this is uncle Rad,” Bingo introduced.

Radley was flabbergasted. She was beautiful, and her coat gleamed in the rising moonlight outside. “Hi,” he said.

Frisky smiled. “Hi.”

“Frisky, have you met Bandit’s brother Radley before?” Chilli asked, snapping Radley out of his trance.

“Uh, yeah,” she said hesitantly. “Didn’t you fall in the pool at the wedding?”

Radley shrugged. “Probably.”

“Frisky is Bluey’s fairy godmother,” said Bingo.

“Sorry, Frisky,” said Chilli, “Uncle Rad got in touch last minute and said he’d babysit. You must’ve got my message.”

“Oh.” Frisky dug her phone from her bag and scrolled through her messages. “No, I didn’t get it.” She put it back and stepped toward the door. “That’s fine. Um…I’ll just go.”

Bluey and Bingo took hold of both her arms, stopping her in her tracks. “No! Don’t go!” Bingo howled. “Both babysit!”

“Oh, well a-as long as it’s okay with uncle Rad,” said Frisky.

Radley heard himself say, “Fine by me.”

“Hooray!”

+++

The Heelers saw everyone wave at them from the front yard, and they waved back as they peeled out of their driveway and toward downtown Brisbane. 

As they reached the bottom of the hill they called home, Chilli said, “You gotta talk to Rad about his parking.”

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed. “Can we talk about your performance back there for starters?”

“I told you it would go well.”

“Sure did. I couldn’t believe how well that went.” The buildings grew taller and taller, and the lights brighter and more colorful as they passed behind them. Bandit swallowed a knot in his stomach. “This still all feels funny to me. You didn’t tell Frisky Rad was coming over, did you?”

“Yeah, I didn’t,” said Chilli. “Luckily, the hard part’s over. My work is done.”

“Yeah, maybe I’m worrying for nothin’. All you did was bring them together. Whether or not Rad or Frisky takes a chance is up to them.”

“I hope Frisky takes that chance. She can’t another breakup get in her way.”

Driving into a parking garage a block from their restaurant, Bandit looked around for a spot. “Honestly, I’m more worried for Rad,” he said, pulling into a spot nearby. “Sometimes the only hint he can take is the answer itself, if you get me.”

+++

“Why don’t you have a wife?” Bluey asked.

“Whoa!” This was the last first question Radley expected for their game of 20 Questions. “W-well, how do you know I don’t?”

“Do you have a wife?”

Radley looked down. “Well…no.”

“So why don’t you have a wife?”

It took everything in Radley to not tell Bluey the same thing he always told her Nana when she asked about his love life- 'I’m married to my job.’ “Uhhhhh, her turn!” he said, pointing to Frisky.

“How many friends have you got?” asked Bingo.

“Um…three?” Frisky answered. There was Chilli, her flatmate Cookie, Rollo Dachshund…

“That’s not many,” said Bingo.

“Why have you only got three friends?” asked Bluey.

When they put it like that, Frisky lost all her words. “Well, um…back to him!”

The kids turned back to Radley. “Why do we only see you at Christmas?” Bluey asked.

“‘Cause I work on an oil rig.”

“Is that why you don’t have a wife?”

“Oh! …maybe.” Gone every two weeks with meathead technicians and engineers who worked hard to ensure all systems were go, who went into crisis mode at the drop of a meter, and whose last thoughts were looking for romance amid the oil, heat, and back-breaking work? More like “definitely.”

+++

Bandit pat his belly as the Heelers exited the restaurant. “I ate so much, I feel like I’ve got a food baby in there.”

“You’re hilarious,” Chilli scoffed. “It was good, though, wasn’t it?”

“Sure was.” The nightlife in Brisbane drew the throngs of people in many directions, and one in particular caught Bandit’s eye. “How about some jazz?”

“One second,” said Chilli, stopping and retrieving her phone. “I’ll just call Frisky about the kids.”

The speeddial rang in her ear, and Frisky answered after a few seconds. “Hi, Chilli-dog,” she said in a quiet voice.

“How ya going, Frisk?”

“All good, kids are in bed. I’m just looking out on their balcony. It’s a beautiful night.”

Time for the big question. “How’s Rad?”

“Well, he’s…something. The kids love him.” Frisky fell silent after that.

“That’s it?” Chilli asked.

“Don’t worry about me,” Frisky reassured. “I know I can’t let this get me down on love, and I really appreciate you having me to watch your kids. But…I dunno. I’ll see you later.”

+++

Frisky hung up and slid her phone off to the side, returning her gaze to the shining stars above. As they twinkled, she imagined each one having a match for itself while she felt like the one with bits taken off from being separated so violently time and time again. Sooner or later she’d have no good bits left to latch onto, would she?

She heard creaking in the floor and blinked. She hadn’t even noticed how moist her eyes were. Radley was suddenly there, easing himself down next to her, his luscious orange mop top only slightly disturbed by the warm, gentle breeze. They stared at the night sky for what seemed like ages, content at first by only each other’s presence.

“So almond milk shampoo, eh?” said Frisky.

“‘Scuse me?” said Radley.

“Come on! Even without the ’20 Questions,’ a bloke like you couldn’t get his hair that plump without it.”

Radley chuckled as Frisky ruffled his fur. “I reckon not. My stylist Penny turned me onto a brand called Orchard Tree, and it’s been a game-changer. It’s the only shampoo I like.”

“The shampoo is great, but the conditioner? I don’t rate the conditioner.”

“Yeah, me neither. But you know, you can’t go around with open follicles.”

“Not a chance.” Frisky thought she heard covers ruffling behind her but when the rustling stopped, peace set in once more and she put it out of mind. “We have more alike than I first thought.”

“Yeah, the world’s kinda funny for putting two hopeless romantics down on their luck who use the same shampoo in the same place at the same time.”

The two laughed as quietly as they could and laid down on the deck. A kookaburra’s distinct call could be heard off in the distance. Whether it was a strange coincidence, or in some way the world was looking after Radley, he knew he couldn’t end this night without getting closer to Frisky. And that meant addressing something else nagging on his mind since the games they played earlier.

“I’m sorry, by the way.” he said gently.

“About what?” Frisky asked.

“You and this Bosco bloke.”

Frisky sat up and pulled her knees in close. “H-how do you know about that?”

Radley returned upright and faced Frisky. “I’ll admit I’m aloof but I’m not dense. That story we told the girls earlier wasn’t entirely made up, was it?”

Frisky sighed. “No. It wasn’t,” she said almost in a whisper, body slumping. “I don’t understand. Every time I think I’ve found the one, he winds up pulling a stunt like that, or I’m just left hanging like old washing.” She tried to keep her composure but felt her voice breaking with every word as the pain of Bosco’s cheating manifested itself again. “I…don’t know how many more times I can ‘give it another go’ before I run out of ‘gos’ to ‘give,’ you know?”

Radley scooted closer and put an arm around her shoulder. “I hear ya. I wish I could say I’ve been down as much as you, but…I haven’t.”

Frisky raised an eyebrow as him. “What? A model dog like you?”

“Yeah, can you believe it?” Radley joked, flexing his free bicep, before returning his gaze to the stars. “I dunno. I suppose it feels like I’m a puzzle, and I’ve got a piece missing in me, and I’ve been trying different things to fill the hole, but nothing’s felt like the right fit. But goodness knows I can’t think about that keepin’ an oil rig running.”

Frisky could sense the loneliness in his voice. “I guess not,” she said. A shooting star whizzed across the expanse before fluttering into darkness. It traveled along no matter where it was in the sky or how far it had left to go. Frisky willed that star to go as far as it needed to reach its destiny, and prayed for some of the same courage to be passed onto her.

“But,” said Radley, drawing her attention back to him, “if you’ve got one more ‘go’ to ‘give,’ in ya, I’m sure someday I can find my missing piece.” He locked eyes with her, forever reflected in his irises. “May even be closer than I think.”

She smiled back and patted him on his shoulder, feeling hard muscles under his pillowy fur. “We’ll see, Heeler. We’ll see.”

+++

“We’ll see” turned into a phone number exchange before Bandit and Chilli returned home, which turned into a few dates, which turned into a Christmas trip to Bali, which turned into a wedding in the Heelers’ backyard. For Frisky, this was the ‘go’ that went the distance and Radley finally found his missing piece. Even if she almost let him go due to him wanting her to move west with him, he affirmed that nothing would be more important than his family, the ones he already had and the one he was gaining.

After dinner, Chilli and Frisky were on the front porch laughing about memories when Frisky said, “You know what’s funny? I made a bet with Trix years ago about me getting hitched with a guy you introduced to me.”

“Oh, really?” Chilli asked hesitantly. “Well, you know Trix. She’s got bets with everyone.”

“Yeah,” she said, crossing her arms, “and she’s collecting tonight.”

Chilli startled, nearly spilling her drink. “Wha- You think I-?

“I’ve know you how long, Chilli?” said Frisky, “‘Double Babysitter,’ indeed.”

“I did not!” Chilli denied as Frisky rolled her eyes.

Bluey bounded in and plopped herself between them. “Frisky, you’re having a happy ending!”

“Well, we’ll see, won’t we, Bluey?” Frisky responded. But in her heart, she was sure. This princess had finally found her prince. Her true love.

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I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU TO DO XANDRA AND XOLO HEADCANONS

OMG YES, THEY ARE SO UNDERRATED

Xandra:

-Has a ton of LPS, even the Licensing show turtle and the prototype destiny ones.

-Is the crazier of the twins, though, not by that much.

-Can eat basically anything that may be toxic to humans, including Uranium and other radioactive substances.

-Despite being raised by Edna, she sees Radley Madish as a father figure, and he calls her 'surrogate daughter'

Xolo:

-Basically the same as Xandra having a gigantic collection, but for Shopkins instead of LPS

-Not as crazy as Xandra, but by a very small margin. He also tends to plan out some of the chaos they cause a little bit.

-Can eat basically anything, same as Xandra

-I called 'surrogate son' by Radley, and also sees his as a father figure.

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Right ... I want to talk about the cute MultiCrack AU thoughts I was having yesterday now that I have tags! Under a cut as usual ~

This Mirror World has been on my mind nonstop since I first got MultiCrack!Heathcliff, and a huge part of that is because Heathcliff has an extra pair of arms--and, me being me, that has led me to imagine so many domestic scenarios with him.

The most prominent among them being him holding Radley in two of his arms while holding a bottle in a third and trying to handle another chore with his fourth. He could multitask so well--taking care of laundry and cleaning while also keeping an eye on his little one ... yes, Mrs. Hudson is there, but I feel like this Heathcliff especially wants to help care for Radley while Sherry is busy with her work.

Heathcliff and Sherry have a bit of a long distance relationship in this AU, and that means Heathcliff is often away for long periods of time, but when he can visit he spends most of his time playing with and caring for Radley ... I like to think Sherry eventually designs prosthetics that allow a person to switch their sense of touch on and off at will, and because of that Heathcliff is able to actually feel Radley in his arms, and it makes him ecstatic (for context: people can't feel things with prosthetic limbs/bodies since they lack nerves, and Sherry aims to change that).

Also him entertaining Radley with all the neat things his prosthetic limbs can do that normal human arms can't ... it's so cute to me.

[honeii-puff]

i'm here to bother you about your ocs >:) tell mee!!

get ready for the breakdown of your life.

All of these guys are from my book universe called the Hudaverse, which has a whole breakdown on the background of the name and shit but that's not relevant right now.

Okay so book one: Hollowed Pearls

We start off in Libor, Nikdeh, with our first character Salome. She is the sister of a pirate captain (who we meet in a bit) and helps her mom at her glassblowing shop. She has an older brother, Kofi, who is a watersport instructor and very much beach himbo, and then her older sister, Maeve, who is a pirate captain. Salome and Maeve are apart of the population of Nikdeh that can control the elements (Salome controlling air, and Maeve controlling fire)

When Maeve gets into town, she has to leave almost immediately, but pulls Salome along for the ride on her ship The Sun Howler. Once they set sail, we get introduced to the rest of the crew: Deandre, Zev, Dionna, Kit, and Kyler.

Kit and Kyler are twins, and the younger brothers to Zev (or are they), and have different specialties. Kit is the cook, spending most of his time in the Galley, and has a terrible memory. He has a bit of a soft spot for Salome, calling her "Cinnamon" most of the time due to a cooking incident. Kyler is an acrobat, who used to part-time at a circus before joining the crew with Kit.

Deandre, or more commonly called Dean, grew up in Libor with Maeve and Salome, and can manipulate the ground. He is Maeve's boyfriend, and the crews navigator.

Dionna is Maeve's first mate from Skirv, Ensomme, and has the ability of telekenesis, gifted to her by the moon. She's hotheaded and knows how to get things done, but also a bit of a hardass.

Zev is the medical staff on the crew, and pretty much only there because of his younger brothers. Unknowing to him and the twins until later, he isn't actually their biological brother. He was adopted after birth, being born in Elod, Miil-Pomme, before being taken to the other side of the world and at the coast of Southern Eyra. He has a special ability from the family he was born from, causing him to see ghosts. Specifically; the ghost of his childhood best friend.

Cambrie is Zev's childhood best friend, who died at the age of 8 from drowning. Her ghost ages as if she hadn't died, which is a mystery that she and Zev still haven't figured out yet.

Book 2 takes place during the same time as book 1, but with a different group in Elod, Miil-Pomme.

We start with the first girl we meet, Nyah Scarne. Her family has a special gift every other generation that lets them see how long people have until they die. She can see the ghosts of the people she saw the time for, but she doesn't know why her family is like this. She hid her power from her parents, who are high government officials, not wanting her ability to be used as a political advantage. Her parents did find out, and she ran, bumping into two boys: Zion and Hiro.

Zion is a transfer student at the local college, from northern Eyra with his twin sister Aurora. He majors in Linguistics, while she majors in Astronomy. Hiro is a boy with amnesia who woke up one day on a boat in the docks of Elod with no idea who he was other than a notebook with the name Hiro Z. on the cover. Nyah ends up hiding out in Zion's dorm room with Zion and his roommate Milo, a deaf drama king who majors in Electrical Engineering. Soon after, the retired butler from the Scarne family, Drosmere, ends up finding them and taking on the guardian role of the group. Stuff goes down and they sneak out of town below decks of a ship that happens to be The Sun Howler.

Next is the prequel book, The Boys of Room 7B, takes place before the first two books, with Hiro before he loses his memory. He lives in Skirv, Ensomme, and he is attending a boarding school. He has three other roommates; Jamie, Levon, and Radley, and its a whole Little Women-esque brotherhood thing. Levon is also Dionna's cousin. There is also a lot of homoerotic tension between Radley and Jamie.

Book 3 kicks off with the two groups arriving in Skirv, and during that time Nyah's mother ends up tracking them down and ends up going full exposition mode on what happened with Zev, revealing that he is Nyah's older sister. We end up finding out about Fae, who aren't actually mythological creatures, but people that are a secret society in Skirv who can do magic. Zev and Nyah are 1/8th of a certain type of fae, letting them see ghosts. There are three main fae that are in this book: Kieron (The Shadow Seller), Sybil (The Morality Merchant), and Dusana (The Soul Slaver). All three of them are morally ambiguous fae, though Dusana is more of an antagonistic character. Sybil is adopted, but Kieron is the blood son of Dusana.

Enjoy, give me all the commentary!

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Listen, as someone who also simps for Atticus I think the content with him is way too tame.

Yandere!Atticus x reader, pls 🙏

Are you my soulmate? My angel?

Yandere! Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Reader Warning: talk of manipulation, (slight???) abuse, yandere content, mention of physical violence (not detailed) Word Count: 1.3k A/N: This is lowkey one of the wildest first requests I've gotten, especially for a nearly 50-year-old man from a book written in the 1960s. Either way, thank you for requesting lol. ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Of all the people in Maycomb, Atticus is probably not the person you wanted obsessed with you. He’s well known and pretty well liked so there’s a possibility anything you find odd about him won’t be taken seriously.

His obsession started after Scout talked about you when she was over at Miss Maudie’s house. She went on about how you were nice like Miss Maudie. It didn’t affect Atticus too much since he just thought they thought you were kind or just Miss Maudie in a different form.

When he had a day off, he went over to find Scout, hoping she hadn’t gone off to disturb the Radley’s since he went off about it and needed a little assurance with it. Miss Maudie had gone off to buy azalea seeds for her garden and had left you behind to guard the house. And he realized how underwhelming Scout’s description of you was.

Atticus knew it felt off when he first saw you, he hadn’t felt that overbearing feeling in his heart since he had been with his wife. Even then, his heart wasn’t always pounding as hard as it is now. When you said Scout had gone off with friends, he hesitated to leave. He hoped you’d keep the conversation going but he’d accept if you didn’t without a word.

The obsession would grow as time went on, especially if you stay over the entire summer. Any time Atticus would find you outside the house, he’d stand by the window to admire you. If Scout, Jem, or Calpurnia found him looking out the window for those periods of time, he’d chalk it up to be an old man thing and just his thoughts.

If you were to ever go back to your hometown, he would be beyond disappointed about it. Throughout the summer, he had gotten closer to you out of habit and the want for your presence.

It takes Atticus several summers to confess his feelings for you. Over that period of time, he had gone out of his way to talk to you, saying he found you interesting and no matter how many times you came to Maycomb, he’d always talk to you like you were new. Either way, by the end of the third summer, he had gone with you to the train station and had confessed to you. Now, Atticus can’t deny it wasn’t in an act of trying to guilt you into staying in Maycomb with him.

You inevitably leave no matter if you reciprocate his feelings or not, he accepted it and went along his life with a bit of sadness. It was like seasonal depression for him, you weren’t there for him to admire and know you were nearby for his comfort. It would be nearly unnoticeable for his family since he acts so calm.

Over the winter, you went back to Maudie’s home in the winter season and witnessed the house fire. You were naturally devastated at the event but the same couldn’t be said for Atticus. He needed every opportunity to be near you and if a house fire was needed for it, so be it.

After it was proven you weren’t hurt, he’d suggest you stay over at his home for the time being, claiming you shouldn’t stay in a hotel, especially with how expensive they may be.

As the winter goes on with your relationship with Atticus, you gradually notice how much he truly watches you. You would read in the living room with him, silent, and you’d look up and find him quickly looking away from you.

Violence isn’t prominent in the relationship since he knows the law and knows its consequences. And it’s just not prominent in his personality either, he may threaten you but it’s more so to keep you safe. Atticus knows the law and knows how it bends to people depending on how they were. If you tried pointing out how some of the things he did were possibly illegal, he’d be simple about his explanation.

Since Atticus is a lawyer, arguments aren’t going to last long. You try pointing out how you know he’d come to the room you stayed in and check if you were there in the night, going back to bed after a couple minutes. Atticus would say it’s because he did something similar with Scout and Jem and wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt or wander off in the middle of the night.

To even out his odd behavior with you, he’d be gentle with you. Atticus is old, he’s admitted it himself. His affection will more so be about close proximity, just being in the same room is enough for him. It would mainly be sitting in the living room, reading quietly, whether on your own or not doesn’t matter. Once you get comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed, he’ll get more affectionate with you while sleeping. Probably out of habit.

If you ever did ask him why he treats you the way he does, he would just say why. Why keep you from that information? Atticus doesn’t do it with Scout or Jem, why would you be an exception? Though, he will use his words in specific ways to drive you in a direction that he wants you to go in. A lot of big words will be used specifically.

Atticus will never be violent with you; he’s never been fond of that sort of treatment anyway. He’s never physically punished his children, never been to war, and gave up using guns years earlier. He might threaten you with a hit, but it’ll never come.

He will be beyond quick to start treating you like a partner, no matter how long he’s been with you. Atticus gives it up to the idea that he’s gone so long without romance in his life.

Atticus would treat his justification similar to a court case to himself, using the things you and he have done in order to understand why something must happen. He doesn’t always let you go back to your hometown to visit family? It’s not a holiday! Oh, why does he go into your room at night and watch you for several minutes? He’s making sure you don't flee in the night! He only watches for several minutes because he has terrible eyesight. You’re his lover, it’s a natural worry (it’s not).

Atticus wouldn’t always be against the idea of manipulating you or making you think you owe things to him. It would go hand in hand with the fact he’s a father, it’s natural to want to take care of you. If you can see past his odd behavior and threaten to leave out of worry, he’ll try using the fact he’s housed and took care of you well. It will eat him alive, but he wants to keep you with him.

Free will is still prominent no matter how obsessive Atticus gets. The times when he manipulates you and keeps you with him no matter how many times you try leaving will eat him alive, causing you to have open options for many things. He will not force you to dress differently, get a different job, or stay home without any interactions with others.

You will still be held from many things, like contacting family to get them to help you leave him or leaving for another town without him with you.

If you heard about how Atticus was good with a gun, he wouldn’t try pushing the notion that he’ll never use one again but won’t say whatever he’ll use it for. He’d definitely won’t hate you knowing if you think it’s cool, though he won’t always want to demonstrate. It will be a definite ‘no’ if you suggest he teaches you, especially if you constantly threaten to leave him. He doesn’t want to be shot when he isn’t looking.

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This might be OOC but thank you for requesting!!

My TKAM masterlist

[popculturelib]

Fanzine Friday #6: Deafula nos. 1-2, 4-5 (2010-2013) by Kerri Radley

Deafula is about Kerri's experience as a Deaf person in a hearing world, focusing on education and resources for both hearing and Deaf individuals. We have four issues of Deafula, covering topics:

Introduction to Kerri and Deafness

Insurance coverage (or the lack therof)

Employment issues

An interview with Kerri's mother

Featured here are select pages from issue no. 1 that discuss deafness and Deaf culture. Transcripts are below the read more.

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

Transcript for pages 1-2:

I'm a twenty eight year old lady who lives in philly with a dog and a cat and I like to do fun stuff like read and go to shows and back and ride bikes and paint and I go to grad school at penn.

And, I'm deaf.

I was born with some minimal hearing loss, and no one knows where it came from. Probably not my genes, as everyone in my family is hearing, except my older brother also had a little bit of hearing loss at birth. He wore hearing aids for a short while but hated them, and now he doesn't and he is pretty normal and talks on the phone and whispers and does normal hearing people type things.

But me, when I was five years old, I contracted scarlet fever. And now I'm deaf.

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Hearing loss can occur in your outer, middle, or inner ear, for a large variety of reasons at any stage in life. Sensorineural hearing loss occurs in the middle ear, and can be due to exposure to toxic chemicals in the womb, structural abnormalities, certain antibiotics, or infections life the mumps, meningitis or my most beloved, scarlet fever. This is what I have. There is no "cure." Some people with this loss benefit from hearing aids or cochlear implants, some don't. How much hearing loss occurs is specific to each case.

Sensorineural hearing loss from an infection can occur at pretty much any stage of life, though it occurs mostly in childhood. Still, exactly when in a child's life the damage occurs can have huge ramifications. I was luck (and lucky feels like a weird way to put it, even) to contract scarlet fever when I did, because by then I had already acquired my first language, English.

Transcript for pages 7-8:

Not only is deafness a spectrum in the "medical" aspect, or level / type of loss, and in the communication aspect -- it's also a spectrum culturally. Deafness is a free standing and respected culture. This might seem weird to hearing people who think of being deaf as nothing more than a disability, but it truly exists as a community with a cultural identity. The Deaf culture has its own language (ASL), its own norms and values, its own idioms and jokes, and within it deafness is not seen as a "disability," but rather as a common attribute shared by its members to be celebrated and nurtured. Culturally deaf people don't see deafness as a detriment -- why would they when there is a large, rich, vibrant culture with an accepting community surrounding it?

Of course, where culture and identity concerned, the [next page] dividing lines get a little blurry and debatable. I can't

even speak from a position

of authority about this, as I

grew up a lone deaf girl in a hearing

world, only to be

immersed in the Deaf community later in life. In an

attempt to explain cultural deafness, though, I'll try to define the difference between little d-deaf, and capital-D Deaf. Most deaf people differentiate between the two: deaf people regard themselves as people with disabilities, and do not identify with deaf culture. They may or may not use ASL, they might not think deafness has cultural validity, they might be strongly immersed in hearing culture. Deaf people (capital D) regard themselves as members of the deaf culture and take pride in their Deaf identity. They probably use ASL as their main form of communication, are informed about their culture, and don't regard themselves as being disabled. Some people who are even hearing, but CODA (children of deaf adults) consider themselves culturally Deaf -- they can hear and speak, but they are fluent in ASL and strongly immersed and active in deaf culture.

Transcript for page 14:

What do to if you encounter a deafie in the wild!

Okay, so you're at a party or at someone's house or something, and you realize there's a deaf person there. Don't panic! As long as you remember some basic guidelines for communicating with her, you'll be on your way to having a deaf friend in no time.

Don't make assumptions about how they can communicate!

Transcript for page 18:

3. Do your part to include them

in the conversation!

This means the world to deaf people in social situations, really. If you have to keep asking people to

repeat what they said, or clue you in on what's going on, you can start to feel like an annoying pest and it's crummy. It helps a lot to have the people around you be conscious of your presence and do what they can to include you. Make sure your face is visible. If you say something hilarious and everyone is cracking up, but the deaf person has a wft look on her face, be nice and repeat the joke without having to be prompted. The normal flow of hearing conversation is also a really tricky beast for a deaf person. It's hard for us to make sense of the natural breaks and flows from

one person to the next. Therefore, it can be pretty hard to find the right moment to interject and can be embarrassing if you cut someone off without knowing [page ends]

Transcripts for pages 21-22:

5. Above all,

treat them like

normal people!

Because they are!

Hey, you can contact me! That would be rad.

thecityonfire @ gmail . com

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Decibel chart

Hearing loss can be measured in decibel levels. My decibel thresholds are the "softest" sounds i can hear unaided!

[louis--wifey]

Hear me out I got a fanfic idea (an au) with a bit of gender swapping to make it a little more realistic and a storyline that is based on Bluey (I love Bluey sm)

Main Characters (my ocs included)

Massachusetts as Bandit

Maryland as Chili

Cassie as Bluey

River as Bingo

New York as Stripe

California as Trixie

Evelyn as Muffin

Olympia as Socks

Connecticut as Radley

Does anyone else love Bluey or is just me