#my favorite show is Lego Mobile Kid | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lovelyirony · 4 years ago

Text

@peachy-keener incredibly late, but better that than never, right?

Rhodey has mourned Tony far more often than you should mourn for a friend. He mourned him when he was lost to Afghanistan, cried far too many tears than he actually let on. He cried and mourned when he saw the crossword puzzle creeping along his chest at a steady rate, because he knew what that meant, but they never mentioned it.

His heart leaped into his throat when he saw the news of Tony going into space, hurtling back down at a speed that no one could really come back from, but he did.

And he mourned when Tony went back up into space for a second time and didn’t come back down. When people disappeared, and Rhodey and Pepper had to lean on each other as they grieved. As they buried an empty casket and held far too much hope that he would come back.

But then he did. Tony came back, and their hearts sang. Rhodey and Pepper couldn’t stop touching his shoulder lightly, pulling him into hugs whenever he needed one. They wanted to hide him away from the world, and he didn’t mind much.

They didn’t talk about space. They didn’t talk about it, just focused on getting him better.

And then they bring Morgan into the world. She has Pepper’s nose and Tony’s inquisitive eyes, and Rhodey is ready to be the doting uncle. He holds her as Pepper and Tony drag their feet upstairs to get some much-needed sleep, and Rhodey promises that he won’t let harm come to Morgan.

He should’ve promised no harm to any of the family.

Tony is tired, and he has saved the world before.

“I…am…Iron Man.”

His last symphony. His last stand.

Rhodey knows he’s not coming back from this one, not with how far away they are.

He passes on and it’s time, but Rhodey hates how bitter his throat feels. Tony just saved the world and as shitty a want as it is, Rhodey wishes—he almost wishes—that he hadn’t.

“We both knew he would be the one,” Pepper whispers as they’re on the plane ride home. Happy is with Morgan, and they have to tell her that dad isn’t coming back.

That affects him more than he thought it could.

She’s still young. Maybe it won’t be bad. God, she’s going to have a lot to live up to. It reminds him of Tony a year after they graduated college, complaining about how much of a legacy Howard had left behind, how he couldn’t fill his shoes.

“You don’t fill someone else’s shoes, you buy your own damn shoes,” Rhodey had told him at the time.

He wonders when Morgan will need that advice.

They have a private funeral. It’s the team and the family.

He notices one kid there that he wasn’t expecting—Harley Keener.

Tony had told him all about Harley.

“He’s smart, and an asshole,” he had said while they were on the balcony.

“Oh, so he’s you?” Rhodey responded, grinning as Tony sent him a dirty look.

“Not the point, and no. We are not alike.”

“I guarantee that you are.”

“Hmph.”

While Rhodey had never seen Harley in person, Tony had shown him pictures and called him frequently. Keener was a smart kid, miles above everyone in his small town. He’s been able to keep up with all of Tony’s light jabs and able to launch back some of his own. Rhodey’s laughed as he was in the kitchen, listening to them.

And this.

Rhodey hates mourning. And so when the bouquet gets pushed out onto the lake, when everyone coalesces into their own groups, he watches everyone.

Pepper is surrounded with Morgan and people wishing her well before they leave. Happy and May surround Peter, who’s eyes have been rimmed with red every single day now.

And Harley…he doesn’t know anyone here. He’s never met half the people.

So Rhodey approaches him.

“You may not know me. I’m Rhodey.”

“I know who you are,” Harley says, although his tone is even. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“So am I,” Rhodey says.

Neither of them have cried. They both don’t like crying. (They don’t know that about each other yet.)

They stand together for a moment, and Rhodey turns towards him.

“What brought you all the way here?”

“May or may not have been someone else’s car,” Harley says. “May not have been the best idea.”

Rhodey laughs.

“It’s what Tony would’ve done.”

The past lays thick on his tongue as they stand there together.

“I, um. I don’t mean to be rude. But, uh. Hotels are all full here, and I’m really not looking forward to crashing in the car. Do you know a place I could stay around here?”

“Come with me,” Rhodey says. “I have a place not too far from here.”

Rhodey’s place isn’t the secluded cabin that Tony had built.

“Jealous?” he asked Rhodey, grinning.

“Of course,” Rhodey scoffs. He’s jealous—just not of the cabin. He’s jealous about—

“Rhodey, good to see you again,” Pepper says. She has a hand cradled around her stomach. “What do you think of this place?”

“Good views and better people,” Rhodey responds, smiling. Wishing he was smiling about something else.

But that doesn’t matter now.

His place is an apartment that has another bedroom, because he was a fool and thought that Tony would need another place to crash, but he has a house and a wife and a daughter. So then it became Morgan’s room.

Some of her toys are still here, and a note from Tony. Rhodey sweeps it out of the room before Harley can see it, and moves some of the toys to underneath the bed.

“It’s not much, but it’ll do,” he says.

“This is more than enough,” Harley answers, dropping a backpack that looks like it should’ve been replaced about two years ago.

Rhodey doesn’t know what to say. Just says that he’ll order a pizza and he’ll call Harley when it’s here.

It’s from Tony’s favorite place in the area. Well, really Morgan’s. But Tony loves whatever someone else loves. That’s why his favorite Mexican restaurant was Rhodey’s favorite. The pizza is good.

He calls Harley, and they eat together.

“When Tony and I first ordered a pizza from college, he ate it with a fork and knife,” Rhodey says.

Harley grins.

“What, like a full-fledged socialite?”

“Yup. Had to ask him what the hell he was doing and practically teach him how to hold a pizza. He couldn’t do it for a month, and finally broke down around midterm season of college.”

Harley cracks a grin.

They trade stories back and forth.

Harley made Tony like two country songs, which amazed Rhodey. He tells him all about Tony’s first lab, and the cursed poster of Bruce Lee on the wall that got warped in the factory production, so his legs were stretched a bit too long, and the proportions were totally messed up.

In the morning, Rhodey is in his chair. This is usual routine, but he fears it might be a bit more routine now since Tony isn’t here to fix him up. None of the doctors even come close to the mobility the braces give, and they weren’t exactly doing one-hundred-percent after the big fight.

(And Rhodey feels guilty, that his thoughts are on this.)

Harley takes one look at them and suggests two different ways to fix them.

He’s a hell of a lot like Tony.

“Let’s get to work,” Rhodey says. “After breakfast.”

Harley and Rhodey take their eggs the same way: over-easy. With a piece of toast. Fruit’s on the side, a glass of juice to the right. It’s weirdly similar. But Harley likes strawberries over blueberries.

“You the reason why Tony likes blueberries?” Harley asks. “Or, uh, liked blueberries?”

“Yeah,” Rhodey says. “I am. He couldn’t get enough of them after we went blueberry-picking.”

“You went blueberry-picking?”

“Not all of our trips were extravagant,” Rhodey says. “I’ll tell you more about it when we get to the garage.”

Tony’s lab was always a bit more futuristic, and Rhodey liked the basics.

“Glad I can actually find the tools here,” Harley murmurs. “Tony’s organization was a shit-show.”

“He never could do it,” Rhodey says, laughing.

They work on the braces. Harley makes leaps and bounds and assumes and then is correct and gets a little grin when he’s right.

Rhodey thinks he picked that up from Tony.

“I’ll probably need to go to Tony’s lab space to pick up some stuff,” Harley says.

“We can go tomorrow,” Rhodey says. “It’s Morgan’s dinner and bath time right now, and if she still hates baths as much as I remember, Pepper’s gonna be exhausted after that.”

“I just. I don’t wanna invade your space for too long,” Harley says, uncomfortable.

“It’s for the best,” Rhodey says. “But I don’t wanna keep you any longer than you want to be kept here.”

“I like it here.”

“You do?”

Harley looks up at him, shuffling his beat-up sneakers together. Reminds Rhodey of how Tony used to tease him about his shoes.

“Dude. Your shoes are duct-taped together. It’s orange duct-tape. Are you joking me?”

“They can last a little longer!” Rhodey protests. “And I don’t need new shoes. These are fine.”

“You can afford them,” Tony deadpans. “I know Mama’s gonna kick your ass if you show up in those when you visit next weekend.”

“She won’t kick my ass,” Rhodey grumbles.

Tony rolls his eyes, but leaves a kiss on the forehead for him.

“I gotta go to class. Love you!”

The responding “love you too” goes unnoticed and unheard.

The next day, Rhodey and Harley are awkwardly waiting outside of the house.

Morgan hugs Rhodey tight.

“I’ve missed you!” she says. “I made a Lego castle.”

“You did?” Rhodey asks, smiling. “Well, you’ll have to show me.”

Morgan looks hesitantly at Harley.

“This is your cousin, Harley,” Rhodey says. “He’s the one from real far away. You remember where?”

“Tennessee,” Morgan says proudly.

Harley looks surprised.

“He…told her about me?”

“He told Morgan about everyone,” Pepper says quietly. “Tony loved you.”

Harley doesn’t say anything, just smiles as Morgan nods and still drags Rhodey to go see her structure that he’s built.

Pepper lets Harley into the garage, to yell if he needs anything. Her breath hitches as she sees the pictures and she sees the tools still lying haphazardly across.

Harley doesn’t know what to respond. He just walks forward.

He likes seeing what Tony was up to here. It feels like a better tribute to his memory than the flowers. They were a nice touch, but this…this is the Tony that he knew. That he knows.

Rhodey, after seeing Morgan’s impressive structure and checking in with Pepper (who is not doing well, but that’s…unfortunately expected), he goes over to Harley.

He looks so damn natural in the garage. He looks like Tony for a moment. For a moment, Rhodey can see Tony sifting through all the different drawers where he never kept anything organized, the small little furrow to his brow that he would get.

For a moment, Harley is Tony, kind of.

“Find what you need, kiddo?”

“Yeah,” Harley says, putting one of the smaller screwdriver behind his ear like Tony used to do. “You ready to go, or are we gonna stay for a while?”

“You know the way back home?”

“I…think so.”

“GPS already has it locked in for you. I gotta talk with Pepper some.”

Harley nods, already raising his hands up for the keys. Rhodey tosses them, and for a moment Harley reminds him a lot of himself.

Rhodey sits down with Pepper while they watch Morgan color a picture.

“She had a bad day yesterday,” Pepper says. “Dying is…it’s unfair.”

“I know,” Rhodey responds. “But at least Tony left her a message. And she has you and Happy and I.”

“But is it enough?” Pepper asks.

“No,” Rhodey answers. “When someone leaves, nothing is ever enough. But we work with what we are given.”

“We’ve never been good at that,” Pepper says, voice watery with grief.

They never have been, Tony and Pepper. Tony because he’s used to doing the impossible, Pepper because she’s always had to work with more than what she was given. That’s just what running a company like Stark Industries did to her.

Rhodey…he’s never been one for the impossible, he just rolls with the punches.

Tony never could. That’s why he stood against Stane, against Vanko, against his own death. It’s why Pepper adjusted to it.

Rhodey doesn’t know what to tell her other than that. So he asks her if she wants him to cook dinner, and she says no.

“Gives me a sense of routine,” Pepper says. “I’m working on writing down all of his recipes for Morgan.”

“I’ll bring some of my own by next visit,” Rhodey says.

He’s pretty sure right now, she’s only living for Morgan. Tony was the love of her life, even if sometimes she rolled her eyes at his antics. They fit well together. They fit so well together.

He swallows the jealousy down his throat, wills it to just leave, and texts Harley to come pick him up.

He gets there, and Rhodey doesn’t say much as he gets himself into the car.

“Pepper doing okay?”

“As good as she can be. She’s cooking dinner, so that’s an improvement.”

“Good. What are we having for dinner?”

Rhodey thinks about what they have in the pantry. Harley will probably need more than they eat.

“We need to stop at the grocery store.”

Harley nods, and Rhodey tells him where to go. Harley drives with the self-assurance that all new teens have, and it’s half-terrifying, half-exhilarating. It reminds Rhodey of when Tony would let him drive his fancy cars and he’d almost have a heart-attack the whole time.

This is payback.

“How did you get your license?” Rhodey wheezes.

“I didn’t,” Harley says with a shrug.

“Next stop: the DMV.”

“DMV doesn’t matter, Rhodey,” he says, tossing him the keys as they get out of the car. “What are we getting?”

“Lots of pasta. What kind of fruit do you like? Vegetables?”

“Do we need vegetables?” Harley says, scrunching up his face.

“Yes,” he answers, laughing. “We can do a small portion, but we still need vegetables.”

Harley sighs, but gets a grocery cart and they start going.

They get everything in a good sense of time, and Rhodey sneaks in a good amount of candy, which isn’t so much a sneaky thing, because Harley sees the whole thing and sneaks in his own choice, which are those weirdly spicy snacks that will probably absolutely wreck an intestinal system if one eats too much of them.

“When is your mom expecting you back?” Rhodey asks as they unload the car.

“Sometime this week,” Harley says. “I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when I came here, if anyone would need anything. Looks like they don’t.”

“Well I need your help with cooking dinner,” Rhodey says. “Put my strainer on the top shelf, and no way in hell can I reach it now. Plus, you’ve been helping me out with my braces. You’re doing good, kid.”

Harley nods and doesn’t say anything back.

Rhodey gets it.

They eat spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. They don’t talk much until they’re washing the dishes (Rhodey hates the dishwasher and uses it for storage more than anything), and Harley looks at him.

Really looks at him.

“You miss him a lot, don’t you?”

Rhodey stops washing the plate.

“Yeah.”

No point in denying it. No point in doing any of that when someone dies. You miss them or you lie very badly and say you don’t miss them.

“What was your favorite thing about him?” Harley asks.

“I can’t choose one.”

“Then tell me about all of them. I never really got to hear a lot from you about your college days.”

“Well let’s start off with the premise that everything Tony told you about me is a lie,” Rhodey jokes. “But I met this skinny little kid my first day of move-in, and I was also a skinny little kid, so we wreaked havoc in the dining hall. They had it set up buffet-style, so…”

Harley listens with rapt attention, laughing at all the right parts and interjecting with his own opinion on the matters at hand.

He tells Rhodey about Rose Hill. He tells him about his mother and his sister, about Tony who has always been awkward as hell around people he wanted to impress.

Rhodey tells him about the time that Tony was gone, the first time. How it felt like part of his heart was out of its body, how he went nearly crazy trying to find him.

They talk and the spaghetti gets cold, and they have to refill water glasses because they’ve talked so much.

Rhodey ends up cleaning up the kitchen after Harley goes to bed, and he hums Tony’s favorite song as he does it. Tony always had some sort of music going when he was cleaning, although he’d usually get side-tracked if one of his many, many favorite songs came on, and leave a dish half-cleaned as he danced.

He misses Tony a hell of a lot.

But as he cleans up and he checks up on Harley, who’s fallen asleep on the couch with his arms at a very weird angle, he realizes something, and that is that this kid will need him for a long time.

He’s a genius, just like he and Tony are. (Were? He’s not sure. Doesn’t want to think about using the past tense.) But Harley needs help. He needs someone who can help him with his future, and Rhodey can do that.

He wants to do that.

So when Harley packs up everything to head back to Tennessee, Rhodey gives him his number and a couple of road trip snacks.

“I’m here for you, alright?” he says, smiling as Harley gets the last of his stuff into the car.

“I know,” Harley says. “I’ll call you when I need something.”

“Or if you just want to talk,” Rhodey responds. “Don’t do anything stupid without consulting me.”

“Oh come on,” he whines. “I don’t do anything stupid.”

Two months later, he gets a phone call that is trying to be casual.

“Hi Harley,” Rhodey starts out, “what are you doing in public airspace?”

“Um, that’s not me?” Harley says, but Rhodey can hear the whistling of the wind that he remembers from when Tony pulled the same trick.

“I’ll come up with an excuse for you,” Rhodey sighs. “Just…get here. I know that you probably forgot some stupid, obvious thing.”

“I resent that remark!”

“And you resemble it,” he says with a laugh. “Please tell me you remembered the icing problem.”

“The…icing problem?”

“Drop your altitude!” Rhodey barks.

“But then I might get caught!”

“You telling me you can’t go faster than a fighter jet?”

“…no.”

Rhodey laughs. Of course Harley would factor that but not icing.

“Alright, circle back. I got you.”

“Promise?”

“As long as you don’t do anything stupid.”

“You can handle stupid.”

#harley keener #tony stark #rhodey #one-sided rhodeytony :(#pepper potts #morgan stark #awkward dynamics!#lovelyirony writes #harley is like both rhodey and tony!!!! i love that #i hope i did this justice

88 notes · View notes

minaminokyoko · 4 years ago

Text

Peace Talks Reactions

Hey, Dresden Fandom. You guys may or may not be knee deep in Peace Talks, but if you are, I welcome you to the below reactions, in handy dandy bullet form. I would love to discuss the book if you’re interested, whether you reblog with comments or shoot me a chat. I just finished the book, so all spoilers are below the Read More tag.

Woof. Well, at least it was something after six fucking years of waiting.

· So before Butcher’s giant hiatus, we had this first chapter of Peace Talks already and I have to say I still feel like I felt six years ago: I don’t really know where he’s going with Thomas becoming a father. In terms of what that will do for him as a character. For Harry, it’s different. Harry keeps it close to the chest with his decisions, willing to die for the greater good in an instant, and becoming a father made him have to be more careful and thoughtful in his actions to be sure he can be there for his baby girl. I’m not sure where Butcher is going with this for Thomas, but I guess we’ll see.

· I was pleased to find out Harry decided to stick with the protected apartment and is trying his best on Dad duty. Me gusta.

· Right, let’s get to the first big elephant in the room: Ebenezar. Oh my fucking God. I want to punch his fucking lights out. My friend and I have argued about his reaction to seeing Thomas at the apartment already. I know Eb has Harry by a thousand years or more in experience, but it pisses me off that Eb can’t be bothered to learn more about Thomas. Nope. Just skip straight to irrational anger. It was also disappointing to find out that Eb is not a part of Harry’s life as much as I thought he was in the past, so clearly he doesn’t understand how important Thomas is to him. I’m a bit miffed that Harry didn’t explain Thomas is his half-grandson to help him understand, but at the same time, Harry might be worried about what that revelation will do. Either way, it displays a massive lack of trust in Harry. To think Harry—who has survived all this fucking shit from the supernatural world so far—is just a pawn and he doesn’t know how incredibly dangerous the White Court is. Eb is downright disrespectful and insulting to his own grandson. I’m sorry, but I think he’s being an asshat in huge proportions by just thinking Harry is too stupid to know better and by not asking him why he feels loyal to Thomas.

· In that same vein, Eb’s whole thing about wanting Harry to leave Maggie somewhere can kiss my ass. I’m with Harry on this one. It’s not that I don’t trust the foster care system and I think anything negative about adoption, either. Maggie is a target because she’s a Dresden. That’s it. There is nothing she can ever do about it. She is the daughter of Harry Dresden, Captain fuckin’ Disaster of the supernatural world. There is no place she can go where she will be safe and Harry is honestly her best shot at being watched over and protected, but not only that, if she’s gonna be in danger her whole life, she might as well be loved and cared for by her father too. Harry brings up such a good point about feeling abandoned and rejected and how Eb’s “protection” jag didn’t work for Margaret either. I know he wants what’s best for her, but I agree that Maggie has a better chance of surviving at Harry’s side than somewhere else. Hell’s bells, that’s how this whole fucking thing started anyway. Susan’s bitch ass hid the kid and it didn’t work. Sheesh.

· And now the other elephant in the room: Murphy. I think part of me forgot how severe her injuries were. I had assumed months of PT and such would allow her to be mobile again, but then I read Chapter 5 and now I’m just angry and hurt. You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone. You just don’t. I can’t help it. Murphy is my favorite, goddamn it. I’ve reread the books where she’s helping Harry the most because their dynamic is so phenomenal. They’re my OTP. She is one of the best written female characters I’ve ever known, so ripping her ability to be at Harry’s side away is so…2020. It’s just a nasty, horrible thing and it’s shot my excitement for this novel right in the foot. I didn’t realize how important it was to me that Murphy is Harry’s badass ace in the hole until I was told she’ll be lucky to walk again. I know things have to get worse for characters in order for them to grow, but fuck this so much. I am praying she gets a magical contract or healing or a wish or something so she’s back in action or I’m done.

· With that same elephant, fuck Jim Butcher for skipping over the foreplay at the end of Chapter 5. Yes, I said it. Fuck him. I know he thinks it’s funny to frustrate us, but this is an act of betrayal of the highest order. Why? Because I’ve waited TWENTY FUCKING YEARS for Harry and Murphy to go canon, and what does he do the first time we, the audience, get to see them in a relationship? Cut to curtains fluttering. Fuck you. We deserved that foreplay scene. No, I will NOT use my fucking imagination, pun intended. I just paid you $15 to use YOUR imagination, Jim. You spent fifteen books building up the trust, love, loyalty, and sexual tension of these two characters. That’s countless words and countless pages. And now that they’re FINALLY together, nope, skip it. Skip what should have been something intimate and powerfully emotional. Ha-ha-fucking-ha. I hope you step on a Lego barefoot. I will try to have faith that Butcher will give us what we want—a canon version of Chapter 14 of Skin Game—but if he doesn’t, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.

· The thought of Mab and Lara Raith working together is utterly terrifying. No. Just no. Ugh, there are bad times ahead. I also thought it was kind of contrived that Lara is owed favors, which forces Harry to not be able to say no, and I think it’s a bit lazy on Jim’s part for this convenient block to be there and he can’t refuse the favors. It just felt like he didn’t want to put the energy into painting Harry into a corner this time, so here, a convenient favor. That being said, I cackled when Mab called him a bowl of porridge. That was legitimately hilarious. What a bitch.

· Mm, Harry just called Murphy his girlfriend. I’ve waited twenty years for that alone. *happy sigh*

· Oh, great. Someone sent Thomas to assassinate someone. I’m betting blackmail, whether he admits to it or not.

· LOL @ Harry’s cursing policy with Maggie.

· Harry. Don’t. Make. Promises. EVER.

· I would not be the least bit surprised if this assassination attempt is Mab’s idea to cut off all of Harry’s allies but her so he will have no choice but to use her protection more often. Mab is a cold fuckin’ piece. Pun intended.

· Harry, for real, do not square up with Ebenezar. You are a wolf, for sure, but that man is a werewolf by comparison.

· I’m getting real tired of Ebenezar’s anti-vampire schtick. I get it. They’re bad. Now shut up.

· This is so unfortunate: I’ve been missing Lara Raith just because she’s a hoot but with this whole favor thing and Harry and Murphy being fitted for chastity belts, I’m more tired than anything else.

· Oh, neat, one of Gard’s sisters!

· Of course Lara knows about Thomas being Ebenezar’s grandson. It’s Lara.

· Oh, good, I’m sure whatever deal Harry just made with Molly isn’t stupid or reckless.

· Yes, Sanya is a VERY weird man. That is an understatement, Butters.

· Aha. I had a hunch it was River Shoulders and not the Genoskwa.

· And oh good, the Genoskwa’s not dead. Yay. I hate you, Butcher.

· Now there is a good tidbit of story for the series: that the reason everything is accelerating into bad news is we’re about to hit that 666 year mark that people are talking about, where the even worse shit hits. We’ve had small clues about Harry being starborn and this helps provide context for the shit that happens to him. I hope it’s not a Chosen One scenario, but it does explain why he’s been in so many scrapes and why he’s made it out of them so far. However, I tend to dislike destiny in most stories. It can get tedious. We’ll see what’s in store.

· Ugh, and there it is, but I already knew Lara was gonna make poor Harry break Thomas out from the book trailer anyhow. Sigh.

· Murphy calling the White Council useless is a fuckin’ mood and a half. I swear, they ain’t nothing but useless since these books first started. Harry hit the nail on the head earlier with Carlos and the Wardens, that they spend a lot of time talking at Harry but not listening. That’s been their entire M.O. from the start. They don’t listen to anything he has to say; they just insist they know better and that he should fall in line, not caring about what he has on said line, which is very often innocent lives. I love the hypocrisy of them preaching to him about making cold, rational decisions when it’s not their asses who have to deal with the consequences. Yes, there is fallout from what Harry does, but the opposition is always there and it doesn’t act solely based on what Harry Dresden does. I really fucking hate the Council at this point.

· So we get a second of tender kissing in the tub and an “I love you” and then Butcher cuts away again. I am so over it. I don’t have enough energy to put towards how angry he’s making me right now and he doesn’t deserve it anyway. I cannot believe he spent all this time building this relationship up and then makes it canon and won’t touch it. Fuck you.

· Murphy immediately spotting all three of Harry’s tails is life. God, I love my bad bitch.

· I do like that Harry has been practicing his Veils. That’s smart. It also shows character development and wisdom that he’s recognizing how much more useful stealth is and that even though it’s hard for him, it’s worth the effort to learn. Good book boyfriend.

· It’s still Murphy, bitch. Injured or not. My queen is a queen. Try her if you want, Freydis.

· PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT MURPHY YOU POOR CATHOLIC DARLING COME HERE. That pass was hilariously unexpected in a book that hasn’t been all that funny so far. Thanks, Jim. That got a whole bunch of cackling out of me.

· “I like your brother.” I just clapped and squealed. I mean, duh, of course Murphy likes Thomas, but this pleases me greatly to hear her say it aloud. Murph is tough and doesn’t like to say stuff like that out loud usually. I’m delighted.

· For all my complaints, I appreciate Butcher bringing Murphy in to help Harry plan everything. She’s hella smart and experienced in matters where you need to get someone out without being all guns a-blazing. And it is an apology for her being benched halfway thru Skin Game, imo.

· Oh, shit. Harry doesn’t know Molly’s the one who attacked Carlos. Ugh. I bet this is gonna explode in someone’s face.

· And Harry just fucked up the rest of his friendship with Carlos, not know Molly already did the same thing. Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeat.

· “You just went from a three to a six.” Jesus Christ, immortals are so savage, I swear. I laughed, tho. That was mean as hell.

· I’m dying that Freydis wants a threesome with Harry and Murphy. I mean, who can blame her? Fuck, I want a threesome with Harry and Murphy, if I’m being totally honest here. The thirst is so fucking real.

· Finally, someone made a joke about Harry and Murphy getting together.

· Ah, this IS what I missed about Lara, though—she loves to fuck with Harry for the lolz and nothing other than the lolz. I mean, he’s such a peach. I would do the same thing.

· Also, Jim, for God’s sake, make up your mind about vampires getting burned! I don’t get it. Thomas can touch Harry, and Harry is and always has been loved, so when do vampires get burned and when do they not? We’ve seen Harry touch Lara even when Susan was still alive and remember the kiss in White Night? MAKE UP YOUR GODDAMN MIND. I had a debate about this with another fan because it’s so goddamn inconsistent! If anyone being loved by anyone else burns them, then that would mean the entire world would be in the know about White Court vampires because they’d get burnt left and right touching people who are loved. I thought it only happens if they try to feed, not just touching each other. I think Jim needs to pay better attention to his own lore or finally spit out an explanation. We’ll see if he does later with that whole kiss thing from the book trailer, I guess. Argh! *Yosemite Sam curses*

· I’m really starting to hate Harry’s condition and the fact that he didn’t stop to ask Eb what it is or how to stop it. Ugh.

· Oh, good, and now everyone will think Harry and Lara are a couple. Convenient. Like they don’t already have constant trust issues. I’m sure Eb won’t block a gasket or anything.

· Oh, yay, a Malcolm Dresden flashback! This is a delightful surprise. Like a lot of the fanbase, we’ve always wanted to know more about him. He seemed like a good man.

· Yay! Vadderung to the rescue!

· Okay, I do NOT like Murphy being alone with a starving Thomas and Lara. Not one little bit.

· Ah, so the goddess Ethniu gets introduced in this book. That’s why Peace Talks got split and then Battle Ground popped out as the next book.

· “You’re out of the White Council if you do this.” FUCK YOU, EBENEZAR. Jesus Christ, fuck you. All the Council has EVER done is use and abuse Harry Dresden. They have constantly blamed him for everything or forced him to fight their goddamn battles. You can shove it right up your old crusty ass for all I care. I am sick to death of this belief that they are just so righteous and trustworthy and good when they’re self-important douchebags who think that people are ants and can’t be bothered to protect them unless it directly benefits the Council.

· I think I’m angriest because up until this point, Ebenezar has been mostly reasonable and it feels inorganic that Jim pushed him this hard. It’s just kind of exhausting because it feels like the plot needs Eb to lose his shit instead of it being something natural. I won’t be shocked if we find out he’s been compromised somehow, but I guess I’ll have to find out myself.

· Murphy is right on the money. We thought we knew Eb, but we REALLY don’t. And that sucks. A lot. Especially since Harry has barely any family at all.

· I can honestly tell why this book took Jim six years to write. It’s awful stagnant. It’s the exact same reason that the first draft of Of Fury and Fangs kicked my ass. I wrote the story in the first draft incorrectly, in a way, because all the characters were passive for the most part, and the other half of the problem was that I got halfway through this book and thought up an idea for a better book, but in order for the better book to happen, there were too many things I couldn’t ignore in this one, so I still had to finish it and make it good. Peace Talks, to me, feels like it’s obligatory to set up the next book, and maybe that’s why it feels lackluster to me. It’s a transitional book, which isn’t a bad thing, but it’s definitely in the bottom five of the entire series. Transitional books aren’t bad, but they aren’t good either. Most authors know that this tends to happen if you write a trilogy. All the really big, important shit tends to happen in the first and third book if you’re not careful. In this case, yeah, there’s stuff happening, but it’s largely passive. It’s kind of like why back in 2010 people were so hard on Iron Man 2—it spent all this time setting up shit for the MCU, which in the long run is a good thing, but that makes it weak when it tries to stand on its own.

As it stands, Peace Talks is mediocre. Jim took way too many shortcuts. It felt rushed, ironically enough, because he was so busy moving pieces around to set up for Battle Ground that Peace Talks doesn’t really stand out as interesting or likable like the other books. I really understand why he got stuck and couldn’t write on it for six years. My two biggest beefs here are him pushing Ebenezar into the antagonist role and him completely fucking bailing on the Harry/Murphy relationship after sixteen books of waiting. I mean, yeah, fine, because everything in this book is just set up for Battle Ground, maybe then we’ll get more acknowledgment of the romance and the importance of the relationship, but as it stands, I’m dissatisfied with both aspects. This is part of why we didn’t want a hiatus. If you make us wait this long, inevitably, the result is not going to be up to par. There are VERY few things we as people have waited forever for that ended up living up to our expectations. I almost feel like all the fan theories and fanfiction was a better, more creative result than what actually happened in Peace Talks. That’s harsh, I know, but I’ve been reading the fan generated stuff for six years and that’s just how I feel.

This is a mediocre novel that’s placing a LOT of weight on what’s to come, which is dangerous from a quality standpoint. It could be a lot worse. I was expecting a disaster. Instead, I got a disappointment. I can live with it, but only if Battle Ground makes up for it. If it doesn’t, then we’re all in a world of hurt.

I’ll take maybe a week or so and then consider if I want to do an actual review or not. We’ll see how I feel once I digest everything and talk it out with friends.

Overall Grade: 3 out of 5 stars

#Peace Talks #Jim Butcher #The Dresden Files #Dresden Files #Harry Dresden #Karrin Murphy #Thomas Raith #Ebenezar McCoy #Lara Raith #spoilers #spoiler alert #live reading #reactions #reaction post

33 notes · View notes

vergilboyfriend · 4 years ago

Note

You should do all of them questions and 90 is true

I love you!!!!

1. Favorite instrument?

I work at a music store u can’t just ask me this. When my coworkers play it’s the saxophone or the flute, when the boys in the repair shop are testing repairs and they harmonize with each other or try to outplay one another it’s the bassoon or the trombone or whatever they’re fixing at the moment. When I hear 🎺 give his lesson on Wednesday afternoons it’s the trumpet, and when I think about middle school it’s the clarinet, the flute, the French horn. When I hear the nutcracker pas des deux is the oboe and when I hear edith piaf l’accordeoniste it’s the remarkable human voice. Really my favorite instrument is all of them, it just depends.

2. Favorite fic trope? Mutual pining 🥺

3. Sport you played for the longest amount of time? LMAO I wasn’t a sporty kid but I did ballet

4. Shoe size? 10-11

5. Most recent (good) dream? Uhh I had a dream last night about my coworker 🎹 it wasn’t bad though I can’t really remember what it was about

6. Last person in your DMs? smugg

7. Can you do a handstand? Nooo nooo lmaoo nooooo

8. Unpopular food opinion I don’t like oranges or red meat

9. Conspiracy you believe in? There’s some kind of weird weather dome in my hometown around the military base that makes most storms pass around us

10. Is your hair its natural color/style? Most of it is I dyed the bottom layer of my hair tho so it’s blonde rn

11. state a useless fact all that’s coming to mind is outright lies rn hold on. The inventor of pringles is buried in a pringles can that’s so fucking nasty omg

12. most interesting gossip you’ve heard? Idk I don’t really care for gossip uhhhh have u heard tho rin dippindogs is a huge gay hah she uhh she like men AND women lmao gaaay gaaaay

13. Middle name? Carolyn

14. Sexuality? Bisexual

15. Amount of sleep you got last night? Idk actually I think like 9-10 hrs tho I slept in until 11

16. Opinion on ice cream cake? Tasty!!!

17. Opinion on (cup)cake frosting? It’s depends buttercream is usually too sweet for me in large amounts so I prefer whipped cream frosting

18. Last board game you played? Idk??? We played hunt a killer tho last Thursday me n my family I guess that counts kinda

19. Project you want to start? I need ideas first baby

20. Project you’re working on right now? HAHAHAHAHAHA

21. TV show you’re watching? nothing rn I just rewatch bojack a lot if I watch anything

22. Last movie you watched? Lego batman I think

23. Ever left anon hate? Not legit hate

24. Ever left anon love? Yes all the time. Sometimes to strangers it’s my favorite thing to do

25. Best Disney movie? The princess and the frog

26. Best Pixar movie? Soul or Up I can’t decide

27. Best Star Wars? Um. Empire strikes back

28. Last thing you consumed? Fuit gumy

29. NoTP? Idk I don’t really hate ships unless they’re gross like pedophilic gross

30. story behind your (nick)name? When I was a fetus my great grandfather had a dream that my name should be Carolyn Marie but my parents were huge dweebs so they named me Marina after the actress of Deanna Troi in Star Trek. Idk about my nickname ive just always been Rina/Rin as long as I can remember

31. ice cream order? Lately it’s lemon sorbetto I know it’s SO high in sugar but I love it

32. describe your blog in <5 words I love you

33. how many blogs do you follow? 436

34. Describe your voice it depends usually I sound like a sick child but my customer service voice is really pleasant

35. Describe your smile it’s cute :)

36. What is the place you live known for? LMAOOO LMAO we have a military base nearby and like. I could go on abt that one but also like. There’s a lot of gang violence and a lot of the other consequences of poverty. People from the cities around us see us as “””ghetto””” or violent but it’s just. It’s more than that it’s always more than that. And idk what else there’s nothing really particularly special about this town except that we’re all here and not anywhere else

37. What is the place you’re originally from known for? (if they’re different)

38. pronouns? she/any idc

39. Languages you speak? English

40. first friend you made through tumblr? Idk. I probably don’t talk to them anymore :(

41. Person on tumblr you know in real life? my brother

42. First dog breed you think of shih tzu I have 2 next to me rn

43. room wall color? Purble!!!! The paint color is called grape juice that’s why I picked it!!!

44. Song that’s stuck in your head right now? It’s tricky to rock a rhyme to rock a rhyme that’s right on time it’s trickyyyyy

45. Favorite number? 5, 34

46. Color you associate with your name? Red

47. Favorite jolly rancher flavor?watermelon

48. Pets? 2 dogs rocket and groot and 4 cats loki danni who r from the same litter and we raised from kittens, miss kitty who we adopted from a shelter after my boy blue moon passed away and ben (his real name is Kylo Ren thanks to my mom but I refuse to call him that) he is my little baby and he has 7 toes on his front paws

49. Collections? Hot wheels

50. Character outside of your fandom you’d marry? Girl what lmaooo idk

51. Character outside of your fandom you’d kill? That’s mean :(

52. Have you met any celebrities? NO thank god id have to kill on sight

53. Favorite time period in history? Itslian Renaissance & Romantic Era

54. What time is it right now? 2:35 am oops

55. History or future? Future but like . A good one. Or prehistory

56. Space or ocean? Space

57. Fears? Abandonment

58. Command + v and post. It’s this list of questions u don’t want that

59. Favorite season? Spring

60. Describe your aesthetic. Messy just a mess, neon and old buildings and things, antiques, countryside if there weren’t so many trump pence flags still lmaoo give uppp give up, nature just al of nature and space and places humans can’t touch and places they used to touch but can’t anymore

61. MBTI? Infp but I haven’t taken it in a few years

62. What’s your relationship with your family like? Normal.

63. “Biggest fan” in your tumblr activity? I’m in mobile hold on acc to tumblr it’s akky

64. Favorite musical? Sweeney todd

65. Comfort book? Idk how to read 💔💔💔 wuthering heights tho

66. Comfort movie? Whisper of the heart

67. OTP? Girl idk

68. BroTP? Joey and Tristan yugioh

69. AUs or canon compliant? Canon ig idk

70. Opinion on the person who’s sending the ask? It’s an anon!! But I love them

71. FMK + 3 characters anon didnt leave any characters and I was going to say something very bad but I won’t

72. Dream date? I’ve wanted to do this for a while but ideally it would be after we’d been together a while maybe even engaged or whatever, I wanna go to like a Home Depot or a furniture store and pretend to be married and looking for house paints and furniture and plan what our home is going to look like I wanna do that so bad. But idk for a first/early relationship date i really want to go to the zilker botanical garden it’s one of my favorite places, we could also go to the natural gardener which is a plant nursery in Austin I really love it there too and it’s not that far from zilker.

73. Relationship status? Single

74. Ever dyed your hair? Do you plan to? Yes and perhaps. Maybe

75. Dream job/career? Idk anymore I used to have big girl goals and I haven’t had any in a while. But when I was younger I wanted to be a game warden

76. Favorite band/singer? Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

77. Something that makes you soft/that you find adorable? My cats

78. The first thing you would do if you won the lottery? Buy a house

79. Are you superstitious? Yes

80. Character you project onto? Shizuku tsukishima

81. Fictional character you’ve had a crush on? Vergil devil may cry. Forever husband

82. Celebrity crush? LMAO

83. Person on here you’d date? my mutuals

84. Person on here you’d marry? 🥺 my mutuals

85. Person on here you’d throw into the void? Smugg

86. Other social media you have? I’ve got a photography insta that I barely use and a Twitter that’s just nintendo switch screenies that’s it

87. Finish the sentence: Due to personal reasons, ___________i will be passing away

88. Bad habit? I find it rlly hard to say no or like to say when and why I’m upset I don’t feel like for the latter I don’t feel like I should bring something that’s upsetting me up because I know I’ll get over it on my own and I don’t really trust myself to be upset about rational things. Idk I’m working on it

89. Three things you like about yourself? I’m hot, I’m kind, I’m resilient

90. Ily and you deserve the world I love you!!!!! YOU deserve it too!!!

#askies #anonymous #long post /#thank u!!

2 notes · View notes

theritualofourexistence · 5 years ago

Text

Grandmom

When I talk about my family, there are a couple different things I find myself saying often.

First, my family is my most valuable gift. I am so, so grateful to be a part of the family I have, and they mean more to me than anything else in the world.

I’ve also been known to joke pretty casually that divorce runs in my family.

While I usually say that with a smile, it’s not inaccurate. My parents are divorced. My parents’ parents are divorced. Though I would never imply that divorce was easy or straightforward, it has brought some pretty incredible people into my life.

When I was born, I had three full sets of living grandparents and a set of living great-grandparents. On my dad’s side, I had Grammy (his mom) and Pap-Pap, Grandpa (his dad) and Nana, and Grandma and Poppy (his mother’s parents). Today, four of those six people are still living, which is something I treasure beyond words.

My mom’s mom passed away when my mom was only 19, so I never had the chance to meet her. My mom, though, speaks very candidly about knowing that Dotty is still around and has been with her (and all of us, really) during the most important moments in our lives. My mom’s dad, my Pop-Pop, married Irene after he and my mom’s mom divorced. By the time I was born, the drama of that divorce was long gone and my mom’s whole family had developed a very special sort of relationship with Irene, my Grandmom. Irene made this easy. I think loving was a very simple thing for her. Not that it wasn’t a sacrifice, just that it came very naturally.

My mom was sick around my birth so my first home on this whole earth was actually under my Grandmom’s roof.

My Pop-pop had his first major stroke when I was only a couple years old. I wish that I remembered him better when he was healthy, but most of my memories of him are of him in a wheelchair. He could be difficult (that’s putting it mildly), but my Grandmom cared for him through three major strokes and countless mini strokes, right up until he passed away at home in 2004. I remember saying goodbye to him. We didn’t have much of a relationship, but I was old enough to recognize the impact his passing had on my mom and her family. I think he was very, very lucky to find Irene. Really, I think the whole family was lucky that he did.

My Grandmom has been dealing with multiple medical issues including crippling arthritis for a lot of years now. She has never complained about this pain. In fact, I’m not sure I ever witnessed her complain at all. The last few years have been especially hard as she lost her driving privileges and her mobility began to decline. She didn’t like being stuck at home. That did not, however, stop her from continuing to mentor younger members of her church who were seeking spiritual grief counseling. Over Christmas she said that it was harder over the phone but that it was worth it. It made her feel like she was doing good work, that she had some value. I mention this specifically because it goes back to what I said about her ability to love. I don’t know that I would call this fierce. I would call it calm but strong. She managed to love everyone the same way, the same amount, with the same steady current of support.

On Monday, my Grandmom had a stroke.

She began to decline a few hours after reaching the hospital.

She passed away yesterday.

I know she is at peace. And for that I am so, so grateful. I will miss her… really, I already do.

It hasn’t been a secret that she has been ready to go for a while. Not in a morose way, but in a peaceful, acceptance-of-mortality way. Often, at family gatherings, when you asked how she was doing, she would say with a laugh, “Well, I’m still here and I still remember my name!”

I am grateful that my Grandmom didn’t spend more than a few hours unable to recall her name.

Because of this peace she had made with her eventual passing, I had the privilege of saying goodbye slowly, over a couple of years. I’m very grateful for that too.

She was a genuinely remarkable woman and she shared a deep, deep love with a family she didn’t have any responsibility to embrace. We certainly embraced her right back though.

She’s been the matriarch of the family for decades. For those of you who know my love of musicals, it’s funny, but she brings to mind a specific character from one of my favorite shows. I haven’t thought about this until her passing, really, but I find myself thinking about it a lot over the past few days.

I don’t have any claims on an abuela. That is not my story. But Abuela Claudia’s trademark song in “In the Heights” is “Paciencia y Fe.” Though my Grandmom and Abuela Claudia are more different than they are alike, if there is one person in my life who has demonstrated patience and faith, it’s my Grandmom.

It’s no secret that I run hot. A lot of people in my family do.

But my Grandmom was able to care so, so deeply in the most rhythmic, steady way. I’ve used that word “steady” a lot already, but I can’t seem to find a better way to say it. She was a pillar. Unshaking, constant.

For myself, a lot of my personal rhythm is sort of like learning how to drive stick. It’s jarring at times and there is jolting and horrible sounds and stopping and starting and stalling.

My Grandmom was never like that. If I’m learning stick, she was a train on a well-known track. She was the metal core of a building’s supports that takes the vibrations of an earthquake and disperses them safely and evenly. She was the strongest roots of a tree, the calm surface of a deep lake, she was the roof of the house in Glenolden that has been in my family longer than I have.

My family will miss her anchor in our lives. But we will be fine because of how she built us up.

When I was a kid, we would play with my uncle’s old Legos in her basement. She would always get our favorite treats, Yoo-hoo and crumb-top donuts and all the yummy things we didn’t get at home. She and I made our Christmas punch together every year. She iced my finger and put a band-aid on it when I was stung by a bee for the first time. Every Christmas she would leave us a special gift by our bedroom door, either pajamas or slippers to wear when we gathered as a family to open gifts on Christmas morning.

My Grandmom has been a part of every Christmas I’ve ever had.

She was very quick to laugh, even when her physical condition started to decline. It’s her laugh that I know I will remember most often and most easily. Her laugh, and of course, her love.

No one in my mom’s family would be who they are without her. That’s the sort of quiet, strong impact she had. She wasn’t the star on the stage, she was the stage manager—making sure everything went off without a hitch. It seems like the right thing was never a hard thing for her to identify. Not that she didn’t have to make hard decisions, just that she always handled them with grace.

Even when she chided me for misbehaving, she did so in a way that never made me feel bad about myself. I never doubted her love or her pride in me, in our family.

She knew when to push and when to leave something be. She loved to play games, I remember a lot of rounds of Upwords, and she loved to watch the birds in the backyard. I remember quiet conversations at night at the small table in the kitchen with just the light on above the sink. I remember that she came out to the bar with me and my parents when my 21st birthday happened to fall on the eve of my brother’s high school graduation. I have never been a drinker and even that night I don’t think I finished my beer. But she could tell that I was feeling low because I had spent my birthday playing second fiddle and she did what she could to soothe that. I remember just sitting quietly with her, so many times in so many ways over so many years. Being around her was peaceful.

She lived to welcome so many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I truly just feel so fortunate that I got to be one joint on the web of people she knew and loved during her life. I share no genetic material with my Grandmom but that did not stop her from gluing my whole family together and very gently and carefully holding every piece in place until the glue set firm.

She may be gone but the glue remains, stronger than ever, fortified, eternal.

Thank you, Grandmom. You’ve played an instrumental role in giving me my greatest gift, my family. I wouldn’t be me without you. I’ll keep loving you from here, just like I know you’ll keep loving us from wherever you are now. It’s easy for me to imagine you blending into the bright force of light that is the love flowing in and around and through all of us. I will spend my life striving to have the impact on others that you have had on so, so many people. In a world where peace and love and strength are priceless currency, you were and will always be one of the biggest diamonds I’ve ever seen.

Once you’re done telling Pop-pop all about the Eagles winning the Superbowl, you’ll have to give him a kiss for me.

We miss you, but we’ll be okay down here. Thank you so much for everything you gave to us. It is such a blessing to know you’re now basking in the peace you so often provided for others here on Earth.

I love you, Grandmom.

#family #grandmom

1 note · View note

kannra21 · 6 years ago

Text

Class 1b headcanons

At first, when no one knew what kind of Quirk someone has, everyone thought Tsuburaba's works as an air conditioner. So every time someone asked him to cool them off, they'd be hit by an air shield. He knows all the tricks with a ball. He's friends with Kaminari and Mina, that's why Monoma considers him a traitor.

Speaking of which, Monoma copies Tetsu's Quirk and they make a meme of themselves by shouting "life is hard but we're harder". Ibara thinks it's sweet and inspiring while Kendou thinks it's a little inappropriate * yk, Monoma*.

Sen was responsible for the group photographing of every possible occasion, whether formal or informal. That was at the beginning, later on it grew into a habit of recording any possible joke or prank his classmates would make. Some photos got viral on the internet. Sen is the most popular classmate on social medias. He listens to k-pop.

Juuzo "I soften everything including people's hearts" Honenuki. He's everyone's favorite bro so they're often fighting for him when having group assignments. He's the angel of the class. They're blessed to have him.

Kuroiro and Reiko still trying to convince people that it's not a phase and that My Chemical Romance will always be in trend no matter what. Reiko has downloaded all the songs on mp3 and during the school break they listen to it together. It's important not to interupt their ritual.

Pony comes from Texas and she has a real western accent. She loves apple pie and country music. One day she brought her cowboy-hat to school to show them. Monoma is very proud of his daughter.

Yui is the type of girl who goes through the day with a straight face but loses it when watching mexican telenovelas. She's squealing during every kiss and crying during every dramatic scene. Kendo is the only one who saw her like that and told the other girls. No one believed her. It's not that Kendou's a liar or anything, it's just that it's too hard to believe! She still has a fan club and she's still ignorant of it.

Togaru cut the bread with his knife once and everyone called it the holy blade™. Sice then everyone is using it and it's absolutely forbidden to use any other knife. He owns an electric guitar. He listens to screamo. He's the protector of class b. If someone says something offending about them he's ready to beat ass. He's protecting Pony with his life. Monoma is jealous.

Each time Komori's eating mushrooms her friends whisper "cannibalism". She really likes Yami-Kawaii, Kuroiro and Reiko think she's an adorable badass.

Manga is so small he fits in their classroom's locker so every time Vlad King checks student's attendances he never notices until he reveals himself and the whole class laughs.

Bondo is totally into lego and loves to build a whole little world out of them. His friends have already seen his impressive collection and were completely astonished by it. It's a real work of art, that's also the reason why Manga and Bondo are the best bros. They're the artsy people of their class.

Shishida is hibernating like Tsuyu. Everyone likes to hug him because his fur is mega soft and warm. At first he was very embarrassed by it but later on he grew accustomed and didn't mind it anymore. The first one to ever hug him was Pony. Shishida is secretly a prince (because of the beauty and the beast reference).

Rin, Awase and Setsuna are playing the same mobile game and often compete each other. Setsuna mostly ends up winning. They always hang out together and make up different kinds of challenges. They're considered the cool kids of the class. They're very chill and everyone likes their company.

Awase vields Manga to the ceiling. When Vlad King checks into the locker he gets freaked out when seing him from above this time. Class is always having a great time with Manga.

Setsuna trying to figure out if Ibara's vines taste after grass or something else. After half an hour of playing catch and convincing her to let her check it turns out it has a mild minty taste.

Shoda is the best fighter after Kendou and Tetsutetsu but because of his humble nature he never gets the chance to stick out. That's why everyone's encouraging him and giving their biggest support. Shoda is the guy who can be funny without realizing it, it's sympathetic. He's very modest and likes to share things. He owns a pug.

Every girl fell for Monoma at first until they got to know his true nature. They crossed him from the schedule and announced Sen, Awase and Honenuki the handsome boys of their class. It was a difficult choice because their class is full of models. The only girl who didn't consider Monoma handsome was Setsuna. She has a thing for dark haired boys.

Rin has the best decorated room. His taste for inventory is really amazing because of all the beautiful Chinese touches and ornaments.

135 notes · View notes

calmevetlgreen-blog · 5 years ago

Text

↓↓↓↓↓

firstgamehack.com

⇪⇪⇪⇪⇪

Average Rating: 4,3 / 5; in-App: Four in a Row Remove Ads; Subtitle: Connect Chips, Four to Win!; Notice: Happy calypso music in the background; - iPhone X & iPad Pro Support; Version: 1.3; 2016-05-02. Gadget Hacks - The most comprehensive smartphone guide. Top 10 anime fight scene. Online In-App Four In A Row Remove Ads Full Hack Latest Version 4 In A Row Classic. Explore Microsoft Store and shop online for Surface laptops and tablets, Xbox and gaming, Office and Windows, personal computers, phones, accessories & more.

#pandas like if your a panda lover

Grrds 4 in a Row is a connect-4 game for one or two players. grrd's 4 in a Row is free, no ads, no in-app purchases. Download this game from Microsoft Store for Windows 10, Windows 8.1. See screenshots, read the latest customer reviews, and compare ratings for 4 in-a-Row. Likes 1-Garret 2-Cory 3-Cody 4-Tim 5-Coby 6-Tyler 7-Chad 8-Nothing 9-Nothing 1000-Panda. Football. . BritBox. Shamisha.

youtube

Grover eats chocolate. ALL THE CHOCOLATE. 5:11 HEADSHOT. The Sims FreePlay - Apps on Google Play.

Online In-App Four In A Row Remove Ads Full Hack Latest Version 4 In A Row Classic connecter

HIT OR MISS! I GUESS PANDAS TEAM NEVER MISS HUH. HEY U GOT MAIL FORM kEVIN rtOSE PROBABVLY USLESS BUT INFORMATION NOE THA LESS.

Go against my teacher he think you're bad. - News, Reviews, and Technical Support. Online In-App Four In A Row Remove Ads Full Hack Latest Version 4 In A Row Classic connect web. Online In-App Four In A Row Remove Ads Full Hack Latest Version 4 In A Row Classic connected.

It makes sense. You have the most possible ways to connect 4 if your disk is in the middle

Fourplay haha. Online In-App Four In A Row Remove Ads Full Hack Latest Version 4 In A Row Classic connect. Online In-App Four In A Row Remove Ads Full Hack Latest Version 4 In A Row Classic connectique. So silly. Damn keith i LOVE this strategy, thank you for the video. i actually came upon this theory all by myself and kept testing it, i called it a 3rd/5th story victory for an odd player or a 2nd/4th/6th story victory for an even player lol, but could not find a lot of info on it. really kicked my gameplay to the next level, if often does come down to that final column and people are amazed how often i pull it off in that case. How You Could Remove Ads from Windows 8 Apps (And Even. The popular all-time classic “4 in a Row” in the to-go edition as a free app for your smart phone. Play against your friends, beat the computer or look for opponents from around the world to see who has the better tactics or strategy to win the game. In “4 in a Row” the players take turns dropping colored discs into a grid. The aim of the game is to connect a row of four of ones own. Get Four In A Row 2014 - Microsoft Store, Get 4 in-a-Row - Microsoft Store, Best 10 Games For Playing Connect 4 & 4 In A Row - Last, Cash for Apps Hack Online [WORKING] UPDATED WEEKLY. Four In A Row Cheats, Hack, Mod - Hacked Cheats.

Gadget Hacks provides lifehacks for your smartphone. We aim to provide the most comprehensive smartphone guide on the web, going deeper than hardware specs into how software, be it the operating system, skins, mods, or apps make up the majority of the smartphone features people care about. We'll show you how to get more out of the device that never leaves your side, and help you choose which. Online In-App Four In A Row Remove Ads Full Hack Latest Version 4 In A Row Classic connect with us.

Welcome to the classic 4 IN A ROW! Who has not played this popular game in his childhood? The objective of the game is to connect 4 tiles of your color on the same line (vertical, horizontal or diagonal. The chips or discs always fall from top to bottom as a result of the force of gravity. Touch on a column to drop the tile of your color. NEW: Now available a puzzles module. 4 in a Row - Apps on Google Play, From here you can search for terms like trial or Upgrade to Pro and change it to Verified User for the full version. It's pretty ridiculous that you can so easily access and alter these files in the first place. Remove Unwanted Ads for More Screen Real Estate on Your Samsung Galaxy S3 Latest; How To: Bring Desktop Gadgets to Windows 10. 4 in a row - Apps on Google Play, Grrd's 4 in a Row - Chrome Web Store. The classic four-in-a-row game, bigger and better! Choose from a variety of graphics and animations appealing to every age and test your skills today! Love Connect 4, but lost half the pieces in the box? Bring your favorite board game with you everywhere with these four-in-a-row games featuring an assortment of colorful themes. Download this game from Microsoft Store for Windows 10, Windows 8.1. See screenshots, read the latest customer reviews, and compare ratings for Four In A Row 2014. Four In A Row Cheats is a really cool way to get In-App purchases for free. For example you want to get Four In A Row Ads Free in Four In A Row but it costs 1.49 and you don't want to paid for this thing, so you need to enter this Cheat Codes - AI_5H31jeN9u8.

MLG connect four. Trivia Crack. That only leaves Go as the last big one. You don't hear much about Shogi in the AI sphere though, so maybe that one is to come too. How about doing mini-max and nega-max algorithms and alpha-beta pruning? Maybe one for Computerphile. Online In-App Four In A Row Remove Ads Full Hack Latest Version 4 In A Row Classic connecticut.

Used to love that game. Completely logic based, but not so overwhelming like chess that you can't play it over a beer. Nice cinematography BTW.

https://nizicaswoodf.tk/the-price-is-right-45.html dreadesosin.gq/puzzledrome-29.html cartlunchmasuf.ga/everyday-shooter-75.html https://progadtoota.tk/nascar-heat-mobile-87.html https://handtelrawhim.ga/card-game-games/camp-sunshine-10.html https://rolltesini.tk/clicker-genre/yemon-68.html https://tdeberraitgag.tk/project-zomboid-87.html RICO hack on rooted phone public method https://reicounquiprop.ml/quiz/who-is-the-killer-episode-i-66.html https://radeserre.ga/horror-genre/style-studio-fashion-designer-27.html https://ininprecad.tk/camel-up-26.html https://blemziotasra.cf/spectacle-fighter-video-games/everybodys-gone-to-the-rapture-20.html https://senjacomgo.gq/the-sword-and-the-slime-72.html https://psychamorin.ml/unicorn-chef-mermaid-cooking-56.html https://smithdemita.tk/private-school-days-19.html loacadefsay.tk/dishonored-71.html https://ulecavter.ga/bubble-shooter-39.html Soda Cola Maker - cooking games for Kids & girls hack apk Online Now reddipohelp.tk/legendary-game-of-heroes-71.html https://cafungeypou.tk/alien-monopoly-14.html https://eneradech.ga/knights-amp-dragons-rpg-48.html ACA NEOGEO SPIN MASTER hack human verification code hack free patch hack online latest version thighmakvevi.tk/inferno-pool-44.html queticamlia.ga/lego-juniors-76.html CSR Racing 2 https://zzziphack.com/the-machines-33.html BADLAND 2 hack tool zip free coins Online Free idrucoco.gq/galaxy-legend-cosmic-conquest-sci-fi-game-90.html loacadefsay.tk/wizhood-the-epic-of-freedom-20.html https://mudfcarweter.tk/shadow-tactics-blades-of-the-shogun-23.html MLB® The Show™ 16 trucchi e hack new method without buy without register www.okpal.com/how-to-generate-for-apple-hack-apk-alphablocks-l/ https://skinejsionon.tk/narration-games/gladom-the-2d-moba-in-pixel-art-93.html https://vanethersbut.tk/roary-the-racing-car-rollin-road-92.html Guess The GIF jailbreak hack public Zgirls hack version game hack free cheats https://handtelrawhim.ga/choices-matter/dragon-city-mobile-62.html Among The Sleep - Enhanced Edition Hacks Free 2019 without download hack generator https://stafettemmo.ml/legioncraft-98.html https://lahotsiligh.ml/cities-skylines-playstation4-edition-13.html https://mass-game-hacks.com/duck-life-19.html Groundhog Day: Like Father Like Son hack karna hack mod cheats ecamhydcha.tk/spades-plus-card-game-90.html https://beautejune.tk/electric-sheep-a-cyberpunk-dystopia-63.html Piano Tiles ™ yemon-39.html https://tendptomalclam.gq/steel-division-2-23.html Craps Lite hack pc 2019 full hack online exe https://ualthromunel.tk/skylanders-ring-of-heroes-86.html pocrenecdo.tk/log-jammers-49.html https://chartadamno.ga/survival-hell-43.html https://hinkkingtrelwat.tk/হত-খড়-bangla-alphabet-33.html https://claseklisva.tk/final-fantasy-xx-2-hd-remaster-95.html https://lahotsiligh.ml/fallout-76-95.html Tien Len Poker Geometry Dash Lite hack on rooted phone hack latest version grimculelow.ml blarmandeca.tk/far-cry-new-dawn-74.html

1 note · View note

viostormcaller · 6 years ago

Text

Ego Headcanons: Chase Brody

As you can tell, I'm not doing these in any particular order. Once I have half a coherent thought I'll start whichever one I decide next XD my brain decided on Chase, so here goes (WARNING THIS ONE IS INSANELY LONG):

Chase has been friends with Jack the longest. They met years ago and started their channels around the same time. Their content varies very differently from each others, but they've always supported one another, hence why they're so close

Chase was never a very popular kid in school. He didn't get the best grades and didn't see himself as anything special. He saw himself as simply "average", and that's where the name of his channel came from.

He went to a very religious school. Chase, however, is not religious. He's open to it, but he hated how the teachers treated the students. He got in trouble with them a lot because of that.

Home life was equally as hard. He wasn't treated the best by his parents either. This caused him to develop depression around middle school. It went untreated for years and gradually got worse.

He started the channel to give himself something to live for and look forward to each day. He loved making videos and loved connecting with the community, and it really helped with his loneliness. Eventually, his videos were doing well enough that, once he was monetized, he was able to move out of his parents' place and get a tiny apartment of his own.

He started the channel with the help of his high school friend Chad. The puppet of him is a running joke between them.

Chase met Stacy because of the channel. He ran into her in a coffee shop and she recognized him. They hit it off immediately. They grew close over time, got married, and had two kids, Samantha and Grayson.

Chase tried his hardest to upkeep the channel, but his content wasn't very popular, sadly. The lack of views made it hard to pay the bills most times because of the lack of revenue coming in. The expectation that because Chase was fairly well-known he should be making a lot of money, is what slowly drove Stacy away. Chase had been doing his channel for fun, not for money, so this expectation made things a lot harder on him.

Things began to go downhill once his ideas for stunts slowed. His depression was getting bad again and his energy was dropping. The pressure to make money and get views was weighing on him as well, and the quality of his videos were dropping. The community noticed this and urged him to take a break, but he refused because he couldn't if he wanted to keep his relationship with Stacy.

His two kids were his entire world. Every second he wasn't working was devoted to his family. He tried his best to be a good husband for Stacy, as well, even if they didn't have a lot of time for each other since Chase was bringing in the income and had to work more. But he always treated his family with love and respect and cherished them.

The divorce was his breaking point. After all his efforts to keep the family together, things fell apart anyway. He worked so hard and so much and was put under so much pressure and had very little support. His channel wasn't making him happy, and it wasn't making his kids and his wife happy because he couldn't support them as much as he wanted, and once they left he felt he had nothing left to live for.

Chase attempted suicide on a livestream that was shortly taken down afterwards, though snippets of it were saved by viewers and were spread around the internet.

When Chase was taken in for emergency surgery, the paramedics took him to a doctor who they knew would save his life. This is how he met Dr. Schneeplestein.

Chase had been in a coma for two months, and was put under watch for another two months after he woke up. Schneep made sure he was the doctor in charge of caring for Chase, and kept a close eye on him while he was regaining mobility and recovering. After many intensive therapy sessions and medication adjustments, Chase was finally allowed to go home. He had moved out shortly after the divorce, before the attempt, so he at least still had a place to live.

Jack and Schneep both visited Chase regularly. Jack had already become friends with Schneep before, so the three became very close. It was Jack that paid Chase's rent while he was in the hospital. Chase cried when Jack told him that

Chase made an apology video to the community and stated that that would be his last video for a really long time, if not forever. He took a long break from the channel as he tried to put together the pieces of what his life had become.

Schneep, having also been through a nasty divorce, helped Chase through the process and gave him advice. About a week before Jack fell ill, Schneep had taken Chase to go see his family and talk things out. This was before his shift at the hospital, so he didn't know the outcome

When Chase got the news that Henrik had been kidnapped and Jack was comatose, Chase decided to repay the favor he owed to them both and took over Jack's channel. He moved out of the apartment he lived at and into the house where the other Egos lived (which at the time were Marvin and Jackieboy Man).

While Jackie was busy most days hunting down Schneep and Anti, Marvin became Chase's protector. They grew close this way.

After a months-long battle, Chase got partial custody of his kids, allowing him to see them on weekends. This was a huge win for him.

Chase didn't have the time to go to therapy because of the management of Jack's channel and taking care of the kids on weekends, so he turned to alcohol to cope with the lack of a support system. Even though he could see his kids, the fact his two best friends were gone slowly broke him, but he knew he had to keep going.

When Jameson came along, Chase immediately knew he had to protect him. He pretty much adopted him as his son a few days after they met. They became very close very quickly, and the relationship they shared proved to be very good for Chase

When Schneep returned nine months later, the four of them helped Schneep ease back into being free again and helped him recover. Chase was there for him the most, wanting to return the favor back when Schneep helped him recover. Once he was well enough, they became drinking buddies, considering they both had the same bad habits and a lot to talk about. Chase prefers whiskey over anything else

He visits Jack three times a week to talk to him. He misses him dearly and desperately hopes he can hear him. He doesn't know that Jack actually can.

Despite his depressing past, Chase truly is a kid at heart, more so than the others. His smiles are one of the brightest you'll see, and his laughs are infectious.

He's a lover of Disney movies and he happily shares this with Jameson. He loves movies in general, but Disney is his favorite. He also adores Kingdom Hearts as a result. He tried to explain the plot to Jameson. He didn't get it.

Chase owns a lot of toys. Legos, action figures, race cars, Nerf guns, you name it. He even owns a few stuffed animals! He actually does play with them all, too; they're not just for show. The others assume he just collects toys, except for Schneep. He's the only other person who knows, and he vowed to keep it their secret. On the mornings where the others are busy and they're the only two in the house, Schneep will watch Chase play with his toys in his room while he sips coffee. It's some of their favorite moments they share together

Chase has an unashamed love for dinosaurs. He has gray pajamas with green dinosaurs on them and he openly wears them around the house. He often gets teased about it, which he responds by sticking his tongue out at whoever is doing the teasing

His favorite hat was a gift from Jack. He's rarely seen without it

Chase knows when to be mature and when to relax. He may not appear so, but he can really get focused when he has to, especially when it comes to the things that mean the most to him. Family is one of those things

Chase suffers from phantom pains and migraines because of the gunshot wound in his temple. On the days it's too bad to leave his bed, Marvin takes over the channel, and Schneep takes care of him. He also suffers from flashbacks and panic attacks, but he has people there to ground him

Chase is Bisexual. He's only been in relationships with women so far, and as of now he hasn't had the motivation to see anyone else. His family comes first, the channel second, and that's what he's choosing to focus on right now. He does want Stacy back, though, but he doubts it'll ever happen.

Aaaaaand I think that's it! At least, I hope it is. This one is REALLY fucking long and I wasn't expecting it to be, so sorry about that! I think the next longest one will be Schneep's probably, so I may do him next to get him outta the way. Idk

#jacksepticeye #chase brody #septicego hc #septicego headcanon #suicide tw #abuse tw #alcohol tw #long post #vio stormcaller

30 notes · View notes

needdl · 6 years ago

Text

Some Kind of Reunion

“They tried to get together with each other's families at least once a month. Tonight marked Hinata's turn to host, with assistance from Kiba and Shino.“

Read on FFN or AO3

Sakura let out a sigh and cuddled little Haruki closer to herself, resting her cheek on top of his soft downy head and closing her eyes.

She opened them again to look at Ino. “I like this,” she said plaintively. “I want one.”

Ino rolled her eyes and snickered. “You’ll have one soon.”

“Not soon enough,” Sakura told Haruki adoringly. “Almost two whole trimesters to go.” He gave her a sweet, drool-y smile and she groaned at the sight.

There was an indignant squawking noise in front of them, and they both hastily turned to check on where Metal and Hui Na were playing. Metal’s block tower had fallen over and he was admonishing it (in his little toddler speak) for daring to do so, while Hui Na looked up from her significantly more complex Lego set with a lofty air.

(Shikadai and Chocho, huddled together over a video game on the couch, briefly looked up to check for a tantrum, then ducked their heads back down to attend to their older kid business.)

“On it,” Ino called to Gaara, who had poked his head in the room, as she got off her chair to sit next to Metal and help him build his tower back up again. Gaara gave her a brief smile and withdrew again.

Ino and Metal chattered happily away with each other as they worked, and Sakura watched them with a thoughtful eye. Her musings were interrupted when Hui Na suddenly stood up and walked over to her with a few Lego sculptures clutched in hand.

“I made a doctor office,” she told Sakura primly, holding it up to show her. Sakura made a noise of interest and leaned in to look, shifting Haruki away from where he was reaching for the brightly colored bricks with wide eyes and intent to place in mouth.

Hui Na pointed out some of the features of her creation. “That’s a door, there’s the window-” she wrenched off the roof of the house with no regard- “and this is where all the sick people wait.”

“That’s some nice attention to detail, Hui Na.”

“Thanks!” She chirped. “Are you going to have a baby?”

On the floor, Ino let out a snort at the directness of the question, and looked up at Sakura with a grin. “Yeah, Sakura, are you going to have a baby?”

“I sure am,” Sakura replied to both of them. “In about five months.”

“Mm. My mom had a baby,” Hui Na said.

“I know,” Sakura said. “I’m holding him.”

Hui Na reached out and gently poked Haruki’s cheek. “Squish squish,” she sang, then grabbed her doctor’s office and went back to playing.

Ino was still grinning away wildly. “Kids, man,” she told Metal. “You’re something else.”

He threw his hands in the air, an exuberant, Lee-like grin on his face. “Yay!”

Dinner was ready a few minutes later, and Tenten came in to get them all. Metal went streaking past her into the dining room right away, hollering and whooping.

“Run! Run! Run! Run!”

“That’s definitely Lee’s kid,” Tenten said dryly as she helped Ino get up off the floor. Hui Na abandoned her toys and trotted over to her mother’s side, reaching up to grab her hand with both of her own and wait with her for the other people to get up.

Ino paused on her way out of the room and looked over at where Shikadai and Chocho were still absorbed the video game. “Hey, losers, time to eat.”

“In a minute,” Shikadai said to his screen.

A vein popped in Ino’s forehead. “Now.”

Chocho looked up with a pout. “Aunt Ino, we just have a little bit left on this level-”

“Sucks.” Ino said unflinchingly. “Dinner. Is. Ready.”

The pair seemed to recognize the imminent danger in her voice, and dragged themselves off the couch and towards the dining room. Ino followed them menacingly.

Sakura and Tenten both grinned after them, before Tenten turned back to look at Haruki- and Sakura, technically, but she was mostly looking at Haruki.

“How we doing over here?” She asked him in her baby voice. He gave her a goofy grin, gumming at his fingers with drool running down his hand. He pulled his hand out of his mouth and babbled enthusiastically, reaching out towards her with slimy fingers.

“Ohhh,” Tenten gently withdrew her hand from Hui Na’s and picked Haruki up, propping him on her hip. Sakura let out a forlorn little sigh.

Tenten pressed a kiss to the top of Haruki’s head, then smiled down at Hui Na. “I think your baba is getting a plate ready for you in the kitchen, lovie. You wanna go help him out?”

“Yep!” Hui Na turned and walked briskly towards the kitchen, commenting to no one in particular, “I was getting hungry, good timing!”

Tenten smiled fondly at her as she walked away, and soon they could hear her piping voice coming from the kitchen. Tenten fixed her attention back on Sakura. “Everything going okay in here?”

“I want a babyyyyyy,” Sakura whined. Tenten shifted Haruki away from her reach, half jokingly and half protectively. “This one is mine. You’ll get your own.”

Haruki silently nestled closer to Tenten, looking unspeakably cuddly. Tenten for her part looked very pleased with herself.

“I swear, he is the most affectionate baby. He just loves being held.”

Sakura stood up and stretched. “I don’t remember Hui Na being so cuddly.”

“No way.” Tenten snorted. “Once she was a couple months old and you held her for more than five minutes at a time she’d get very upset.”

She shifted Haruki up higher on her shoulder and smooched his cheek. “Not this guy, though, but he is a little shyer than she was.”

“Really?” Sakura frowned. “I haven’t noticed anything like that. How can you tell?”

“Well, he’s less smiley, and if someone he doesn’t know is interacting with him he gets a little bug eyed.”

There was the soft sound of footsteps behind Tenten, and she turned to look just as Sakura craned her neck to see over her shoulder. Sasuke was standing somewhat awkwardly in the entryway, though none of it showed on his face.

“I’ve been sent to get you,” he said flatly. Sakura snorted.

“What, we taking up too much of your precious time, baby daddy?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“But it feels so cold and clinical to just call you a sperm donor.” Sakura patted his chest as she walked past him. “Maybe I can think of a jazzier title. What do you think of “Gamete Giver?””

“No.”

“You are zero fun.” Sakura continued chatting at him as she walked out, and Sasuke continued to shoot down her suggestions. Tenten snorted and lifted Haruki up so he was level with her face.

She smiled at him. “Hey there, little bug. Did you have a fun time with Sakura? She certainly seems to like holding you.” Haruki smiled back at her and excitedly waved an arm in the air. Tenten brought him in close and kissed him all over his face, which- quite unlike his sister at the same age- he seemed to like quite a bit.

“Little cuddle-bug,” she told him, cradling him close to her chest and swaying with him. He let out the quietest of coos and rested his head on her collarbone. He did it pretty regularly, but it made Tenten’s heart explode every time.

She was still standing like that five minutes later when Neji came into the room to get her, although her back was to him and she didn’t notice him standing there for a few minutes, silently watching her sway and hum playfully with Haruki.

Finally he stirred himself. “Tennie, were you planning on eating?”

She turned to face him, a little startled but still smooth in her movements. “Oh, hey! Yeah, I’m coming. Just got a little sidetracked. Do we have the bouncer to put him in while we eat?”

“It’s set up by the table.”

“Oh, good.” She brought Haruki up one last time and kissed his cheek again, and Neji had a moment to watch fondly as Haruki grinned joyfully at the action. She settled the baby back in her arms and turned to walk to the dining room, swiveling Haruki in her arms to face Neji and asking him, “Who’s that? Is that your baba?”

Haruki let out a thrilled cry and reached his arms towards Neji, who obligingly scooped him up and propped him on one hip after affectionately kissing his forehead. They followed Tenten into the dining room where everyone had politely not at all waited for their arrival to start eating.

Lee had the grace to look a little guilty, looking up from the kid’s table with a mouthful of food as he cut up some tofu for Metal. Hinata, sitting kitty corner to him and chatting with Hui Na, had a plate full of food but hadn’t yet taken a bite, bless her.

Tenten stopped and smooched the top of Hui Na’s head a few times (much to her daughter’s protests) before continuing over to one of the two empty seats at the end of the table. Haruki’s bouncer was set up by the corner between the two of them, where it wouldn’t obstruct anyone getting up and walking around, plus he could look up and see them.

Neji settled him into it as Tenten sat down at the table (someone had made up a plate with her favorites for her already, most likely Neji) and picked up her chopsticks. Neji snapped the mobile into place, and Haruki instantly became entranced in reaching for the tiny zebra floating above his face.

They conversed with Shikamaru (seated to Tenten’s right) and Karui (on Neji’s left) as the meal progressed, with occasional input from Temari when she turned from her discussion with Gaara and Ino to check on her partner.

(Neji couldn’t blame her- Shikamaru usually chose to talk to maybe four people outside of work beyond casual small talk, and one of them was his mother. Apparently Shikamaru maintained that it made his life easier to have fewer close friends. It evidently pissed Temari off to no end.)

But Shikamaru didn't have much chance in this particular conversation to slack off, not with both Tenten and Karui ruthlessly asking him questions and Neji remembering small tidbits from work discussions that would evoke larger conversation.

By the time Hinata and Shino were getting out dessert, Shikamaru looked like he’d been run over. Temari was looking quite gleeful.

Neji glanced down to check on Haruki and wasn’t entirely surprised to find him nodding off slowly, drowsily blinking his eyes up at his parents.

“Stay awake, little man.” Neji unbuckled him from the bouncer and lifted him up to sit in his lap, bouncing his leg to keep him awake. Haruki let out a happy little noise and cuddled himself back into Neji’s chest, wrapping his hand around Neji’s thumb.

Neji glanced back up to thank Kiba when he placed his dessert in front of him and caught Tenten’s eye as she watched them both, chin propped in her hand. She gave him a soft look, and Neji could tell that she was internally cooing over the sight of her boys all snuggley.

Behind them, Hui Na let out a cry of delight. “Strawberries!”

Both he and Tenten turned to look at her. Hinata, ever the indulgent aunt, had gotten Hui Na a special dessert of strawberries and whipped cream- Hui Na’s absolute favorite. Hinata looked pleased at the reaction.

Hui Na delicately picked up a strawberry with her chopsticks and showed it to Tenten. “Mom look! Strawberries!”

Tenten grinned at her. “Aren’t you lucky!” The strawberry fell off the chopsticks and hit the floor with a wet splat.

Hui Na stared at it with wide eyes, then looked up at Tenten with a nervous giggle. “It fell!”

Tenten snickered too. “Well, one less strawberry I guess. Here sweetheart-” she handed Hui Na her paper napkin, “Clean it up and we can throw it away.”

“Okay.” Hui Na put her chopsticks aside and scootched herself out of the chair to accept the napkin. She squatted down to pick up the strawberry and stood back up, eyeing the newly-minted piece of garbage distastefully before holding the napkin out to her mother.

“Here, you take it.”

“What!” Tenten grinned at her. “Why can’t you?”

“Why can’t you?” Hui Na giggled.

“No, why can’t you?”

“No, mom, why can’t you!”

“No, miss strawberry, why can’t you!”

“Why can’t-” she paused dramatically. “-baba!” Hui Na swung her arm around to offer the napkin to Neji. He blinked, thrown off by his sudden inclusion in the conversation. Tenten and Hui Na looked at him expectantly.

He shifted Haruki in his arms to display him more prevalently. “Don’t look at me, I’m just the baby holder.”

“Haruki!” Hui Na focused her gaze on her brother, her wide grin showing she knew exactly how silly she was being. “You take it!”

Haruki, catching the excitement in her voice and expression, pulled his hand out of his mouth to grin at her, letting out a squeal as she shook the napkin in front of his face. He started chortling at the sight, and the sound drew Sakura’s gaze from down the table.

She watched for a few minutes as Hui Na entertained her baby brother with silly faces and outlandish dancing, sending him into peals of laughter. Tenten had taken the dirty napkin from her hand and placed it next to her own plate so Hui Na could focus her attention on the baby, leaning in to kiss his nose and chatter at him.

Maybe I want TWO babies, Sakura reflected. Tenten paused to grab Hui Na’s bowl of strawberries and cream off the kid table and place it in front of her own plate, then scooped Hui Na up into her lap and blew a raspberry on her cheek. Hui Na let out a squeal and giggled before tucking into her dessert, alternatively talking to her mom and dad with great cheer and letting out silly noises to make Haruki laugh.

Sakura was still watching them an hour later as the Nara family departed alongside Kankuro, the Lee-Sabaku family, Ino, Naruto, and Sasuke (who gave her an awkward look-and-side-hug combo on his way out the door- they still weren’t sure exactly where their relationship stood right now, as friends-who-were-having-a-baby-together-via-artificial-insemination, but also who had kissed each other a few months ago) leaving the Akimichis, Hyuga-Huangs, and Hinata, Kiba, and Shino to linger and chat.

(Not that Shino and Neji were up much for chatting- or even Karui, really, who usually liked a conversation to be a little more on the purposeful side. Plus, Choji, Chocho, and Tenten volunteered for dish duty, so it was mostly up to Kiba and Hinata to keep the conversation going.)

Hui Na was carefully holding Haruki upright in her arms as he batted at a brightly striped ball, fresh from a quick bottle feed and rapidly getting drowsy. He paused to urp up some last bits of his meal.

Hui Na made a face and jerked her hands around so they wouldn’t get puke on them, though she was very careful not to let Haruki’s support fail in anyway. “Ewwwwwwwwww-”

She swivelled to look up at Neji, seated behind her with a glass of scotch in his hand as he talked with Kiba. “Baba, ewwwwww.”

Neji set his scotch aside. “Did he urp?”

“Ewwwww.”

“That’s not an answer, little bird.”

Hui Na looked him very deliberately in the eye. “Ewww.” She told him firmly.

Neji picked Haruki up from the floor and shifted him onto his hip, wiping his mouth with his bib and pulling a rag from the diaper bag by his feet to clean up the baby’s shirt. Hui Na watched with a skeptical eye.

“Babies are gross,” she told the room at large.

“You were a baby once,” Kiba pointed out to her, very logically.

Hui Na hummed in thought. “Mm, nope.”

Kiba grinned at the response. “If you say so.”

Haruki let out a whimper from his spot in Neji’s arms, his face screwing up even as his sleepy head dipped. Neji shifted him to cradle him against his chest.

“I’m going to go put him to bed.” There was a chorus of acknowledgement from the room’s occupants as he walked out of the room and towards the upstairs, where they’d apparently prepared a room for the night.

(It was kind of weird- obviously Sakura didn’t belong to a huge clan like Hinata and Neji did, and while she certainly understood the idea of intergenerational family homes, she couldn’t quite imagine staying in the same home that you had grown up in for your entire life, a home that had been passed down within the family for decades, on a stretch of property belonging to the family for as long as anyone could remember. Of course Neji and Tenten didn't live here anymore, but Hinata did and it sounded like Hanabi would be making her way back someday as well.

But- Hinata had politely kicked out her father so she could host tonight, and while he’d been perfectly amicable it was still his home as the head of the Hyuga clan. It just made Sakura wonder about the future of clan structures as a new age barrelled its way towards Konoha.)

Chocho strutted in as Neji exited, throwing herself down next to her mother with a dramatic sigh. “My skin is so dry now from all that dishwashing,” she complained.

Karui was unmoved. “We both know your dad washed and you dried.”

Chocho waved her hand dismissively. “Dry skin isn’t dependent on actual dishwashing, mom. It’s a state of mind.”

“Sure.”

Choji made his way into the sitting room next, looking cheerful as usual as he took his car keys out of his pocket. “Ready to rock and roll?” He asked his family.

Sakura grinned behind her hand. Choji really went full dad when he had a kid he could dad-out with. Chocho was appropriately embarrassed by him when she was old enough.

The Akimichis made their way out the door, and and the non-Hyugas followed. Amid the goodbyes, Hui Na climbed into her aunt’s lap and presented her with a story to be read aloud.

When Tenten came in from putting away the last of the dishes, Hui Na was happily leaning back against Hinata’s chest as she read, tucked into a plush armchair with an elegant blanket covering them both. Tenten sat in the couch across from them and watched from over her mug of decaf coffee.

Neji entered the room again a few minutes later, a burp rag over his shoulder and the baby monitor in his hand. He also had a line of what was most likely baby poop across his abdomen.

(He looked cute and domestic, but he probably was not interested in wearing that stain.)

Tenten gestured vaguely across her own abdomen as he made to sit down next to her. “Love, you’ve got…”

He glanced down at his shirt and his brow creased in distaste. “Ewww.” Hui Na called from across the room.

Neji gave her a fake-reprimanding look that had her giggling, then starting stripping out of his button-down to the undershirt he had on beneath it. Tenten- who’d had two glasses of wine with dinner after nine months of pregnancy and sobriety- watched with a very pleased eye.

Neji’s chest and arms flexed as he pulled of the shirt. Tenten hummed loudly in appreciation, her eyes fixed on the movement of his muscles.

Neji looked mortified. “Tenten.”

“That’s right,” she told his abs. “Tens across the board.”

(Across the room, Hinata buried her face in the book she was reading to Hui Na and started talking just the slightest bit louder. Thankfully, Hui Na remained engrossed in the story and had lost interest in paying any attention to her parents.)

Neji turned away from her, face pink, and set his shirt aside with the pooped-on area carefully not touching anything. He sat down next to Tenten on the couch, and she picked up the mug of tea she had placed on the side table next to her and offered it up to him.

He blinked twice in rapid succession, the lift of his brows and slight easing of the corners of his mouth telling her he was surprised and pleased. “Thank you.”

Chuffed, she grinned up at him, her cheeks dimpling in a way he would never admit he found captivatingly charming.

They sipped their drinks in companionable silence for a while as Hinata kept reading to Hui Na, more and more quietly as the little girl starting dozing off in her arms.

When Hui Na’s head dipped for almost an entire five minutes before she jerked it back up, Tenten figured enough was enough. She put her mug aside and crossed the room to scoop up Hui Na, telling her “Bed time, lovie.”

“Nooo…” Hui Na screwed up her face and half-heartedly pushed on Tenten’s shoulder in an effort to get away. “Mama, I’m not tired.” Despite her protests, her eyes remained closed and her head drooped slowly onto Tenten’s shoulder.

After a moment, she mumbled, “I want Aunt Nana to keep reading stories…”

“Maybe in the morning,” Tenten told her, making her way upstairs to the room with Hui Na’s bed set up. She was right across the hall from where Neji and Tenten were sharing a room with Haruki’s bassinet.

It was a sign of Hui Na’s exhaustion that she didn’t make any more protests, simply leaning against Tenten as she got her into her pajamas. Task complete, she tugged her upright again. “C’mon, kidlet, let’s got brush your teeth.”

“Nooo, I wanna go to bed!” Hui Na was getting close to the tantrum side of her exhaustion. “ ‘M not gonna brush my teeth.”

“Yes you are,” Tenten said in her I Am Your Mother voice, the one that would not hear any arguments. Hui Na’s face puckered up, but she followed Tenten into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes and one back rub for a sleepy little girl later, Tenten quietly exited Hui Na’s room and ducked into her own and Neji’s to check up on Haruki.

He was slumbering away and swaddled up in his blankets, looking frankly adorable. Hui Na at the same age hated being swaddled but concurrently would startle herself awake without it, and they’d had a rough time of it getting her to go to bed when she was eighteen weeks. Haruki fell asleep far more easily than Hui Na had, but also woke up frequently to nurse and be cuddled by his parents. Tenten couldn’t decide if she wanted him to stay so clingy (but affectionate!) or not.

(Hui Na certainly liked her parents’ affection, but also didn’t want it lavished upon her the way Haruki did.)

Tenten lingered for a moment longer, watching her son sleep, then headed back downstairs.

Neji and Hinata were playing shogi, both wearing nearly identical frowns of concentration. Tenten bit back a grin.

She picked up her still-warm coffee and took a seat next to Neji, watching idly as Hinata dithered over her next move.

“Did Hui Na put up a fight?” Neji asked, eyes focused with laser intensity on the board.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Tenten told him, covering a yawn with another sip of coffee. Hinata made her move, and Neji instantly retaliated, hand shooting out to place his piece.

Hinata’s frown intensified. “At least give me a chance to think,” she said, as petulant as Hinata ever got (which was not very petulant at all.)

“You spent the last five minutes thinking,” Neji told her, a touch of arrogance coloring his voice. “I’d think you could have come up with something.”

Hinata let out the smallest, politest of harrumphs. She contemplated the board.

“I’m going to win,” Neji told Tenten, who had slowly curled into his side. She snorted. “Okay, I’m not rooting for you now.” She stood up, went around the board, and cozied up to Hinata. “Kick his butt, Nana.”

There was silence for a few seconds as Hinata contemplated the board, then whispered, “I appreciate the confidence, but I also think he’s going to win.”

Tenten let out a choked laugh. “Hinata! Have a little faith in yourself!”

“He’s backed me into a corner!” Hinata whispered squeakily, gesticulating at the board. Seemingly at random, she reached out and moved a piece. Neji retaliated quickly, then sat back in satisfaction. “I win.”

“Not yet, technically.” Hinata muttered. Without regard, she moved another piece. “Fine. Now you win.”

“Correct.” Neji captured her king and set it down beside the board.

Tenten rolled her eyes. “Ugh, babe, you’re so hot when you’re an asshole about winning.”

“Jealous,” Neji told her crisply. “You’re also terrible at shogi.”

The decorative pillow Tenten threw at him made a very satisfying thump as it smacked into his face.

#this one i put up only like 2.5 weeks ago so thats a lil better #nejiten #tenten #neji #sakura #hinata #hui na #haruki #fanfic #my writing

19 notes · View notes

hcts5sos · 5 years ago

Text

Here Comes The Sun - Chapter Two

Two days later, Ellie finds herself sat in her favorite armchair in the basement watching the boys play their single (and by single, she literally means their single; it’s their only finished song). Normally, this would be cause for contentment – the little turds are actually quite good – except for the fact that it’s audition day, and Ellie’s been listening to a handful of hopefuls crash and burn.

“I don’t know, I sort of liked him,” Ellie says when they take a fifteen minute break between their last audition – a mousey looking boy with an unfortunate twitch; Ellie had wanted to tuck him under a duvet and cuddle him after Michael had dismissed him – and their last audition of the day.

So far, so good. Ellie hasn’t heard a peep from Ashton for the last two days – probably that soundproof basement – and time’s just about run out now. She can’t help but feel a little smug about it; as it turns out, her momentary lapse in judgment about Ashton had been, as she’d thought, due to the mild concussion. She’d taken a paracetamol and by the time Michael and Luke had come home, she’d been thinking much more clearly. Namely, about how Ashton Irwin ruined her life, and there was no way that she could possibly, sanely think of him any other way.

“Are you kidding, Ellie,” Luke deadpans, throwing himself onto the couch next to her. “He kept twitching and adding in extra beats. Calum got all messed up listening to him.”

“I sort of liked the third one we saw,” Michael says, taking a large swig of water from a bottle. “What was her name? Joanna?”

“You mean the one with the huge boobs?” Ellie asks dryly, and Luke giggles into his wrist.

“Yeah, I liked her too,” Calum pipes up before cackling away, and honestly. They’re such kids.

“She hit the rim most of the time!” Ellie protests. “I’m not even musically inclined and I knew that.”

“Well, she’s the best so far,” Luke says, his voice wobbling with laughter, and Ellie spares him a withering glance.

“Maybe the next one will be better,” Michael says doubtfully, scanning the sheet.

“Who is it?” Ellie asks while poking her brother in the head.

Luke yelps and bats at her hand, then answers: “Irwin, from next door.”

Ellie freezes as Calum brightens. She doesn’t even put up a fight when Luke punches her none-too-gently in the shoulder and then pulls out his mobile to text or Tweet or something. “Oh him! Yeah, ran into him the other day when I was with Ellie putting up posters. Like, literally. Ellie ran into him.”

“Oh?” Michael asks, looking at Ellie with a smirk. She glares at him as best as she can with dread curling in her stomach. “Did she really?”

He all but purrs the last bit. Ellie’s going to murder him in his sleep. She jabs a finger at him.

“Shut it, Clifford,” she says dangerously. “I know where you sleep.”

“What’ve you got against Ashton?” Luke asks mildly, looking up from his phone as Calum tackles Michael and starts wrestling with him for some unknown reason. The amount of testosterone in the room is stifling. “He’s pretty cool, you know, for a first year at uni.”

“He is not,” Ellie hisses, and it’s with enough vehemence that Calum and Michael stop tussling long enough to stare at her. Luke seems skeptical and a little bit shocked. “He’s not cool at all. Do you not remember?”

Luke squints at her. “Ellie. That was like, nine years ago. Think he’s changed a bit.” He rolls his eyes, like she’s the one being unreasonable about wanting to not be around the boy that ruined her childhood.

“Aw, she’s just being prickly ‘cos she’s got a big fat crush on him,” Michael says offhandedly, demonstrating by planting a wet smooch on Calum’s cheek. Calum shrieks and laughs, trying to wriggle away.

Ellie whips around so fast her neck nearly snaps off. “I do not have a crush on him!” she all but shrieks, and Michael and Calum stare at her. Even Luke looks up, alarmed, and he’s practically glued to his mobile at all times. It’s possible Ellie breaks the sound barrier with her scream; she’s decided to use her power for good.

“Ashton Irwin is a horrible person, alright, why on earth would I have a crush on someone who literally made my childhood a living hell?”

Ellie’s voice goes so high on the last bit, only dogs are probably meant to hear it, and she knows she’s got a bit of crazy-eye going on, but she honestly hates Ashton Irwin with a passion, and she’ll be damned if any bit of concussion changes that about her.

It’s so silent in the basement, you could hear a pin drop, and then there’s a small, awkward cough at the staircase.

“Should I come back another time?” Ashton asks tentatively. Ellie closes her eyes and sighs. Of course.

“Um,” Calum says, breaking the silence. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Just the last bit about hell,” Ashton says, tromping down the stairs. “Who’s made whose life a living hell?”

Michael swallows. “Er, not important. You’re early.”

Ashton stops at the bottom of the stairs, hand on the railing. “Er, thought it’d be better to be earlier than later,” he says. He sounds confused, and Ellie wills herself not to look at him. “Hiya guys. El.”

Ellie makes a sound from the back of her throat that sounds a bit like Calum’s cat before it hacks up a hairball. Michael snorts at that, and she glares at him.

“Alright?” Calum says, smoothing over the awkward spot with his usual friendly candor. “C’mon, we’ve borrowed a kit from my dad, so go on and do your thing with it.” He waves over at the set, and Ashton grins, flashing those damn dimples again, and shucks off his shoes and heads on over. Ellie determinedly does not notice Ashton’s got really nice arms. The nicest arms in the world wouldn’t matter if they were attached to the likes of Ashton Irwin.

“So, basically, we’re going to see if you can hold a beat, first of all,” Michael says, plopped down on the couch on Ellie’s other side. Calum perches on the arm rest next to him. “Feel free to, like, sing too, since it’d be sick of we could get a four part going. Then, we’re going to see if you can follow our music, and that’s basically your chance to show off. Let’s see what you can do, yeah?”

Ashton nods, surprisingly serious about it. Ellie can’t help but watch as he tests out the snares, the cymbals, tightening screws as he goes, and then he’s twirling the sticks in his hands and beating out a quick one, two, three, four, before launching into a fast, up tempo, and then he’s singing, a dry, raspy voice that’s a little too quaver-y but fairly good nonetheless.

It’s his hands that really capture Ellie’s attention, the effortless way he makes Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream” rockier with the change in the kick drum, and he’s good. God, he’s really good. Ellie’s more than a little surprised at it, and so is everyone else. Luke’s even stopped texting to pay attention.

When he finishes with a final cymbal clash, Calum and Michael burst into applause, and Ashton goes a little red.

“Jesus Christ, that was amazing,” Calum exults. “Dude, we could totally, like, do a cover of Teenage Dream now, the chords are pretty easy – ”

Michael talks over Calum, his voice getting high pitched and excited, “Yeah, definitely, and we could totally rework the lyrics a bit, fit it with Luke’s vocal range – ”

Ashton glances over at where Luke and Ellie are sat, and Ellie determinedly doesn’t look away when Ashton locks eyes with her. She hates him. She hates him. She definitely, one hundred percent hates him. She hopes he stubs a toe on his way out or trods over Lego pieces.

“Okay, okay,” Luke says, getting up and tossing his mobile onto the cushion. He’s smiling, even though he sounds serious. “The second part. We’ve got a song called Out of My Limit, and, well. It’s our only song right now, so just. See if you can follow along a bit. No pressure if you can’t.”

“We’ll play it first,” Michael adds, tossing his guitar strap over his head. “So you can get a feel for it.”

Calum fiddles with the strings on his bass, testing it a bit, and then he gives a thumbs-up to show he’s ready. Luke beams at Calum then focuses in on himself, counting out a soft one, two, three before they launch into the intro.

Ellie’s heard it so many times she probably could play it in her sleep – which is saying something, since she can barely play Mary Had A Little Lamb without making something twinge off-key – so she watches Ashton, how he stares hard into his lap and taps his foot along with the rhythm. It’s hard, looking at him now, to figure out just how the scrawny ten year old from ages past turned into him, with his stocky shoulders and his well-cut jaw. The hair’s the same – dirty blonde, gently curling throughout – and the eyes are similar (not as mean-looking), but. Well. Ashton Irwin grew up well.

The final lasting chord rings out, and the boys beam at each other, congratulating each other silently for a job well done, too cool to make any outward appearance of delight. Ellie’s by no stretch of the imagination “too cool” so she bursts into raucous applause that has Michael rolling his eyes at her. Whatever.

“Well?” Luke asks, turning to look at Ashton. “Think you’ve got it?”

“Reckon I could give it a go,” Ashton says, twirling his sticks in his hand again. It must be a nervous habit, Ellie thinks with a harrumph, and it’s not at all impressive. Not in the slightest.

“Alright, let’s go from the top, then,” says Calum with a nod at Luke, and then he starts counting down again.

Ellie’s not sure what she expects. Probably that Ashton crashes and burns painfully, as all the others did, and that he’d be shuffling out of the basement shamefully hunched over with hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers. Or that he just tries to skate by with a simple beat and gets overwhelmed by the guitar and the singing.

She definitely doesn’t expect Ashton to literally carry the song. She doesn’t expect Calum and Michael to trade incredulous glances, and for Luke to lose his place halfway through the song because Ashton – Ashton is literally hitting the ball out of the park. He’s not too loud, not too soft, and he knows innately just exactly when to improvise and when to stick to the beat given by the guitars. Ashton even makes Michael’s guitar solo better, which had been difficult for others because they’d tried to overpower him; Ashton just compliments him, the thud of the kick snare a constant rhythm.

The same last chord rings out, but there’s no too-cool demeanor waiting on the end. Instead, Calum hoots and leaps into the air, starts randomly jamming out on his bass, and Michael looks like he’s ready to cry, and Luke, even, looks impressed. His face does that thing where it seems like he’s constipated, and Ellie knows that means that he’s really, truly floored.

“How was that?” Ashton asks. There’s a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and he looks exhilarated, eyes shining, dimples out in full force.

“Dude, you’re totally in,” Calum crows, hurrying over to give Ashton a fist-bump and a hug. Ashton looks mildly surprised at that – Ellie harumphs; Calum’s a very tactile person. If Ashton can’t deal with it, he’s better off not in the band – but he accepts the hug enthusiastically.

Ellie wilts a bit. Well, fine. Ashton can hug Calum all he wants, it’s still not going to change anything.

“That was awesome, man,” Luke says, crowding the front of the drum set. “Can I talk to you about some parts I thought were a little shaky, I…” Ellie tunes out her brother; he’s probably blabbing on about some sort of thing, and while Ellie’s proud of him – so proud it’s almost painful – she could do a few minutes without hearing how Luke thinks the beat ought to go.

Michael collapses onto the sofa next to her again, taking Luke’s spot and slouching all over her, like some sort of limpet. With black, straightened hair. Ellie ruffles his hair affectionately; she’s got a soft spot for Michael’s continuous hair-dye. It changes almost as consistently as the weather does. Last holiday, it had been a galaxy-theme, but going back to school had meant Michael had had to dye it to an ordinary color.

“Hiya,” Michael says. “He’s good, isn’t he?”

“Passable,” Ellie says evenly, and Michael snorts, pushes himself off her.

“He’s better than just passable, Ellie, he’s awesome,” he says, then hesitates. “And it’d really fucking be awesome for the band if he were in it.”

“You don’t have to ask my permission,” Ellie says, watching as Ashton tries to fend off overexcited Luke and Calum.

“Is that a yes?” Michael asks anyway, and Ellie rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, fine, whatever,” she grumbles, and Michael whoops, ruffles her hair and hugs her only somewhat awkwardly. Ellie’s impressed.

“Love you,” he says easily, smacking a kiss to her cheek, and Ellie waves him off with a sort of fondness bubbling up within her as Michael heads over to the drum kit to talk rehearsals and practices and whatever it is they talk about when she’s out of hearing distance.

Ellie watches them interact affectionately, feeling a bit like a mother hen. She really loves her boys, to the moon and back, and there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for them.

Ashton catches her eye as her gaze slides over from Michael to Luke, and he’s staring at her, an odd expression on his face. Ellie, caught off-guard, just stares back until Calum’s tugging at Ashton’s arm and saying something ridiculous (“You’re nineteen right? Sweet, free booze! We should go out to the pubs soon!”) and he breaks their eye contact to grin at Calum.

Ellie frowns. Weird.

That night, after dinner, Ellie stands in front of the closed curtains of her window. She remembers when she’d first discovered that her window opened directly across from Ashton’s; it’d been the day before The Incident, the day after the Irwins had settled in, and she’d been so excited to see that someone her age was across from her. She spotted him, shaggy blonde hair curling wildly atop his head, sitting alone on his bed, and she’d waved. He’d waved back and smiled a little uncertainly, and nine-year-old Ellie had thought he had a very nice smile.

Ellie wants to go back in time and shake the little girl she’d been. How naïve. How foolish.

Since The Incident, Ellie had kept the curtains facing Ashton’s window closed, though the window itself is almost perpetually open. She can never quite sleep in a stiflingly hot room, and even in the dead of winter, she tends to keep it open, preferring to swaddle herself in duvets than close it. Her mum gives her flack about it all the time, but Ellie ignores it mostly. Just like she ignores Ashton’s existence literally less than ten feet away from her. Like she ignores his music when he plays it on spring days, like he ignores his friends when they come over, like she ignores the girls Ashton brings home (Ellie always scoffs and rolls her eyes at them, because, seriously. They could do loads better).

But now, Ellie flings open the curtains of her window, and there Ashton is, in his room, sat at his desk with his back facing her. His head is bent down, so all Ellie can see the top tuft of his curly hair – and also a rather gratuitous view of his bare back, with his shoulder blades shifting underneath his skin, the lamplight throwing the definition of his spine into relief. It is, for all intents and purposes, a nice back.

Ellie squeaks and ducks down under the window, her cheeks flaming. For God’s sake, is he immune to shirts? Admittedly, it’s summer and it’s hot, but still – the window’s open. It’s not that hot that Ashton needs to – to – trapeze around the house shirtless.

“Pull yourself together, woman,” Ellie mutters to herself, trying to calm her thudding heart. She reminds herself that this is the same Ashton Irwin who’d caused her so much pain growing up; regardless of how fit he’s become – which, wow. Very, very fit – he’s still that ten year old boy on the inside.

Ellie clings to this hope as she slowly straightens and peeks over the windowsill.

“El?” Ashton asks, suddenly there at his window, filling out the small square pocket of space with his chest and arms and face. Ellie does not scream. She doesn’t. She shouts in a very heroic manner.

“Ellie?” Luke calls from his room, and Ellie whips around. Luke can’t know that she’s about to talk to Ashton. He just can’t.

“I’m fine,” she calls back hastily. “Just saw a spider, no reason to be alarmed.”

“Did you kill it?” Luke shouts back. He sounds panicked, and Ellie curses herself. Right, she’d forgotten Luke is terrified of spiders.

“Yeah, I got it, it just caught me off-guard,” she says, and Luke seems appeased by that because he doesn’t call back.

“What the fuck, Ashton, you scared the shit out of me,” she breathes harshly, turning back to see Ashton’s bemused expression. She wants to punch it right off his face.

“Why were you under the windowsill?” Ashton asks.

Heat creeps up underneath the collar of Ellie’s shirt. “I dropped something,” she lies.

“Thought you were killing a spider,” Ashton says, and he sounds smug. Ellie automatically scowls at that.

“Do you make a habit of listening in on my private conversations?” she asks snidely, before she can stop herself. “First Michael, now this.”

“Your window is open, and you were shouting,” Ashton points out. Ellie frowns. Damn it. “Besides, it was an accident. I thought I heard something, and came over to check it out. Sounded like a cat getting trodden over.” Ashton glances over the edge of his window. “Guess not. Carry on, then.”

“Wait!” Ellie bursts out as Ashton moves to go back to his desk. He glances back, surprised. “I just – um.” She can feel the bile rising her throat. She cannot believe she’s about to do this. It’s like offering an olive branch to the devil himself who’s likely to use the leaves as toilet paper to wipe his bum.

“What?” Ashton prompts, and Ellie swallows and glares at him.

“I just, um. Wanted to apologize. For my rudeness,” she bites out.

Ashton frowns at her. “That sounded very sincere,” he says dryly, and every fiber of Ellie’s being is to sneer at him and tell him that she meant it that way, but. But she’s got to take the higher road, be the better person and all that. Michael would be so proud. More or less.

“Sorry,” Ellie mutters. “I’m, um. Not good at this.”

“What?” Ashton asks with a hint of sarcasm. “Being a decent person?”

“Apologizing,” Ellie snaps. “Which, I guess you don’t seem to comprehend, seeing as you’ve been rude to me.” Never mind that Ellie had called him the harbinger of all misfortune in her life once, when she’d been drunk off her arse.

Ashton has the decency to look contrite, his flinty expression sliding off his face. “Sorry,” he says, and the word rolls off his tongue like water. “I didn’t mean that. You’re a decent person, El, honest.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Ellie asks, exasperated and a little irritated, though she’s not sure if it’s by Ashton or by herself. “My name’s Ellie.”

Ashton looks surprised, like he hadn’t even realized he was using that particular nickname. “Dunno,” he says, shrugging. “I just like calling you El.” He pauses. “Is that, um. A problem? Do you have like a thing about nicknames?”

He sounds so genuinely distressed, it throws Ellie off. The more she talks to Ashton, the harder it is to reconcile the Ashton of now with the nasty boy who’d shoved her off the swings. It’s like watching a 3D film without the glasses – everything’s a bit blurry and fuzzy, just enough out of focus to give her a headache.

“No,” Ellie says slowly. “I don’t. I was just – no one really calls me El.” The singular syllable falls off her tongue neatly, and Ellie likes it, actually. It makes her sound less like a kid – an image Ellie’s been trying to shed with little success – and more like. Someone.

“Cool,” Ashton says happily. Ellie blinks at him. “Then it’s just, like. Our thing. Nicknames. You can call me Ash if you want.”

Ellie inexplicably flushes, and she says, a bit harshly, “That’s not our thing, everyone’s got nicknames. I call Michael Mikey all the time.”

A flicker crosses Ashton’s face, but he smiles crookedly, the hint of a dimple whispering at his cheek. “I was just saying,” he says placidly.

For some unknown reason, Ellie’s blood pressure rises at that, and she snaps, “Well, don’t. Don’t, like. Pretend that you know me or that you even like me at all, because I’ll tell you, I – I know.” Know what exactly, Ellie has no clue – that Ashton’s secretly the devil’s spawn, that he kicks puppies in his free time, that he pushes little old ladies over; all perfectly reasonable suspicions – but Ashton’s face goes blank, and Ellie feels strangely triumphant. So Ashton’s hiding something. Ellie feels like doing a little jig; she’d known it all along.

“You know?” Ashton asks quietly.

“Yeah, and you’re a dick for it,” Ellie says wildly, grabbing at frantically straws. “And to think, I was going to apologize for being rude when you’ve been – you know.” Ellie literally has no idea what she’s talking about, but Ashton’s face crumples a bit, and Ellie expects to feel the rush of triumph that she’s finally gotten Ashton to look like that.

To be honest, Ellie’s not impressed. Feels a bit hollow, actually. The books have got it all wrong, it seems. She’d have thought besting her greatest enemy would feel better.

Still, it still feels good, shutting the curtains on Ashton’s pained expression, and Ellie huffs out a satisfied breath. She’s not quite sure on what grounds she won, but it certainly feels like a victory, so she’ll take it.

Luke shuffles past her open door and peers in. “Who were you talking to?”

“Ashton,” Ellie replies, feeling a bit smug. She’s going to text Michael a picture of a triumphant My Little Pony thing. He’ll get a kick out of that.

“Oh,” Luke says disinterestedly. “Cool.” He plods out of the view of her doorway, then backtracks, a little bit more keen on the conversation. “Why were you talking to Ashton?”

“Just letting him have it, a bit,” says Ellie happily, not looking up from her phone. There’s an embarrassing number of My Little Pony reaction pictures already saved in her photos.

“You were rude to him,” Luke sighs, not even a question. He sounds a bit cross at her, and Ellie shrugs.

Stood up to my hair pulling demon :DDD Xxx. “He started it.”

“Don’t be so bratty,” Luke says, which is brilliant coming from him. He still whines if their mum doesn’t bring him a glass of water. “We need him more than we need you.”

Ellie looks up sharply. “But where would you be without your first groupie?” she asks tightly, pasting a smile on her face. Luke doesn’t back down.

“Where would you be without a band in the first place?” he shoots back, then shakes his head, pulling out his mobile seemingly out of thin air. His trousers don’t even have any pockets. “Whatever. Do whatever you want to do, Ellie. Just don’t drive Ashton off.”

Luke disappears again from the doorway; Ellie can hear the stairs creaking as he goes, and she throws herself onto her bed, sprawling out.

Do you think I’m a brat? She texts.

!!! BRONY POWER!!! :DDD

And yeah, sometimes.

Wait, why did Ashton just text me with a sad face and an apology????

Ellie scowls at her phone. Why do you have The Thing’s number????????

We traded numbers for band stuff. What did you say to him? Ellie can almost hear Michael’s accusing tone, which she thinks is highly undeserved, considering Ashton’s been hiding something. Ellie’s not sure what he’s hiding, but it’s something.

Nothing!!

Michael’s text is instantaneous. WHY DID HE JUST OFFER TO LEAVE THE BAND??? WHAT DID YOU SAY

Ellie stares at the text message, shocked. Her finger hits the call button before she can even process what she’s doing.

Michael picks up on the first ring, and he sounds near hysterical. “What did you say to him?!”

“I didn’t say anything!” Ellie says defensively, even though something akin to guilt is slithering down her gut. She puts it up to the spicy Chinese her mum had brought home. Never again, sweet and sour chicken.

“Well, you must’ve said something wrong, ‘cause he’s offering to leave the band, which is ridiculous ‘cause he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us – since me, of course,” Michael says. “You have to apologize to him.”

“That’s what I was going to do!” Ellie replies frantically. “But then he said something about nicknames, and I just – we’re not friends or anything, like – ”

“So you mean to tell me,” Michael says, “you made him think he should quit the band. Over. Nicknames.” He sounds utterly calm, which is strangely terrifying. Ellie hedges.

“Well, when you put it that way…”

“You’re going to have to fix this, Ellie Hemmings,” Michael says lowly. “I swear to God, if you don’t fix this, I’ll pull out another chunk of your hair and we’ll call it even.” He sounds like he’s near tears, which would be hilarious, if it weren’t for the fact that Ellie might’ve accidentally ruined her brother’s band. Guilt, meet Ellie.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Ellie says hastily. “I’ll fix this, promise.”

“You’d better, or I will kill you,” says Michael simply before he hangs up on her. In the safety of her room, Ellie scowls at her phone. Honestly. Musicians. Overdramatic lot, they are. Ellie can fix this – not that she’s sure what she needs to fix; she doesn’t even know what she said – Michael is just overreacting. She’ll apologize to Ashton tomorrow morning when he shows up for rehearsal, and everything will go back to as it was before. Easy.

And it’s no one else’s business if Ellie can’t sleep because of the vague stirring of guilt in her gut.

The next day, Ellie literally drags herself down to the basement, having rolled out of bed and thrown on a loose fitting top and her favorite pair of shorts. Luke’s studiously ignoring her, Michael’s glaring daggers at her – even Calum, cheerful, bright Calum, seems to be giving off an anti-Ellie vibe.

“Is Ashton coming?” Ellie ventures timidly when her morning greeting goes unreturned.

Michael ignores her. Luke ignores her. Calum ignores her. It’s like she’s talking to three teenage walls with bad hair. “Hello?” Ellie tries again.

“Yeah,” Calum replies in a clipped tone. “Yeah, he’s coming.”

Ellie sits back, a little stung. “Oh.” Then: “Talked him down from the proverbial tree, then?”

Luke glares at her. “Shut up,” he says, which, rude. “This is your fault. You’d better set things right when he gets here.”

“Rude,” Ellie says back. “And I will. Promised, didn’t I?”

Luke just shakes his head. “Don’t fuck this up, yeah?”

“I’ll do my utmost,” says Ellie dryly, feeling the tiniest bit stung by the cold shoulder from her three favorite people in the entire world. It’s not that she’d tried to make Ashton quit the band; Ellie honestly, genuinely doesn’t even know what she’d said.

Footsteps on the stairs alert the four of them to Ashton’s presence, and Ellie automatically swivels her head to look at him. Ashton ducks his head as he walks in, not even caring to kick off his shoes. Ellie stares. He looks, well, a bit like shit, to put it plainly. His hair’s mussed up – and not at all in the artful way; more like a woodland creature had unsuccessfully tried to make a home there – and he’s got dark circles under his eyes and it’s like he rolled out of bed and threw on whatever he’d found lying the floor.

Which. Probably isn’t a far stretch from the truth. Ellie’s seen the travesty that is Luke’s bedroom, she knows full well how messy teenage boys can be.

“Hiya,” Ashton says, and he even sounds tired. Calum looks sympathetic and Luke waves a little, like he’s trying to be gentle. Even fucking Michael looks solemn, and Michael’s usually like a hyperactive kid who’s been let into the sweets box.

Ellie can’t take it anymore. She stands up abruptly, and all eyes turn to her. It’s not for him, she tells herself as she stomps over to Ashton. It’s for the band. For Michael and Calum and Luke.

“Can I talk to you?” she asks – demands really, staring up at Ashton. He really is too fucking tall. It’s not fair. Nothing in Ellie’s life is fair, starting with this entire situation.

“Um,” Ashton says awkwardly, glancing around the room. “I don’t think – ”

“Great,” Ellie cuts him off, seizing his arm and dragging him back up the stairs. She’d really rather not get on her knees – figuratively, of course – in front of people who would undoubtedly take the piss out of her for the rest of her natural life.

Ashton doesn’t look at her when she all but pushes him down onto the couch, and honestly, Ellie’s already ten thousand times done with this bullshit. She feels guilty as all hell for some unknown reason, her favorite people won’t speak to her, and Ashton won’t even spare the fucking courtesy to look her in the eye.

It’s totally not her fault she starts out what’s supposed to be her apology with “For fuck’s sake, you’re so infuriating.”

Ashton looks up sharply, like he can’t believe he’s just said that. Ellie can’t believe she’s just said that, and she quickly backtracks because she knows that even though she’s shut the basement door behind them, the Terrible Trio are probably stacked like Jenga blocks, ears pressed against the door, nosy little shits that they are.

“I’m sorry, fuck,” Ellie says, running her hands through her hair anxiously. It’s a bad habit of hers, playing with her hair when she’s nervous. “I didn’t – this was supposed to be an apology.”

“It’s a fucking shitty apology,” Ashton snaps, his eyes bright, body tense. Ellie shrinks back a little, and Ashton softens the tiniest bit. “I’m – ”

“No!” Ellie shouts, then in a lower voice: “Fuck’s sake, Irwin! Stop bloody apologizing for things that aren’t your fault!” Ashton’s staring at her, wide-eyed, like she’s likely to leap onto the coffee table and start tearing off her clothes, Hulk-style. “I’m sorry, okay? For whatever it was I said that made you think you should quit the band, I’m sorry. I lied about knowing whatever you think I know, I really don’t, just. Please. Don’t leave.”

She debates for half a second getting down on her knees and clasping her hands together, but Ellie stops herself. She’s not that desperate. Though if Ashton keeps up the surprised look and doesn’t say anything, she might have to.

“You lied?” Ashton asks after a moment of silence. Ellie nods vigorously, so hard her jaw feels like it’s about to unhinge and fall to the floor. “You don’t know…?”

“No, for fuck’s sake,” Ellie retorts. “I mean, no, I don’t. I swear, I literally had no idea what you were talking about.” She pauses, then begrudgingly adds, “Sorry.”

Ashton looks at her, then down at his hands. “Oh,” he says.

Ellie bites back the sharp insult tingling at the tip of her tongue, because what sort of answer is oh. For the band, she tells herself again. This is for the band.

“So?” Ellie asks, arching an eyebrow. “Are you going to stay in the band or what?”

Ashton glances up, and they lock eyes for a moment. His gaze is searching, eyes flicking all over Ellie’s face, like he’s trying to find something there. Ellie stares back defiantly. He won’t find anything. She is a closed book, an iron safe, female masturbation – a bundle of secrets kept tightly under wraps.

“Alright,” he says finally, and Ellie’s practically knocked off her feet by how relieved she is. She hadn’t realized how heavy the weight on her shoulders had been until it’d been taken off – all by one word from Ashton’s mouth.

Ellie considers going into full Irish jig, flailing limbs and coffee table be damned. Ashton’s smiling now, a tentative, shy little thing, and Ellie’s surprised by how little she wants to punch it off. It’s probably due to the overwhelming relief that her friends won’t resent her anymore. Ellie wants to take Ashton by the arm and pull him down to the basement and show him off proudly, like, “Look! I fixed it!”

“Fantastic,” Ellie says, somehow really meaning it. The band, she tells herself. It’s because of the band. “Good. Great. You should go to your band’s rehearsal then.”

Ashton gets up with a grin, and it’s like he’s an entirely different person now. His back’s straighter, his eyes are brighter, and when he passes, he brushes a hand along Ellie’s elbow in thanks. Ellie doesn’t shiver. She doesn’t.

“Thanks,” he says earnestly before he pulls open the basement door and, as Ellie’d predicted, Calum, Michael, and Luke go sprawling out all over the kitchen floor.

“Yay, you’re back in the band,” Calum cheers upside down from where he’s smushing Luke into the tile face first. Calum’s Ellie’s favorite.

Ashton looks down and laughs. “Guess I am,” he says, smile back and blinding. His dimples poke out again as he pulls Calum up, then down the stairs. Ellie watches with a sort of detached interest; she’s actually quite missed those dimples.

Ellie freezes. Hang on, no she hadn’t missed them. This is Ashton Irwin. Just because he’s flashed her a smile here and now doesn’t mean she’s forgotten. There’s a sore spot at the back of her head that still has a phantom sting every time she thinks of Ashton Irwin and the damn swing set. Ellie still one hundred percent sure that she still hates him.

Okay. Ninety percent. Eight seven at the lowest.

Luke gets up grumbling and inanely dusting off his knees before following them down, but Michael pauses before he heads down, eyebrow cocked, hand on the threshold of the door. His gaze makes Ellie squirm a bit, because she knows that he knows her too well. It’s like getting scanned by an emotional x-ray.

“Still hate him?” he asks with a coy smirk. Ellie hates him.

Ellie reaches over and throws an ornamental couch pillow at him. Michael ducks a second too late, and the pillow makes contact with a satisfying thump. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about; the hair dye’s affected his reasoning skills. It’s the only explanation for Michael’s recent bouts of insanity.

“Fine, fine, come down then,” Michael relents before his black hair disappears behind the door.

Yeah, Ellie’s got this totally under control, this pesky undercurrent of something under her skin. She’s fine. She’s great. She can still hate Ashton Irwin.

… Well, she will after she sits on the couch for a couple moments, trying to forget Ashton’s small smile.

#5sos fanfiction #5sosfanfiction #5sosff #ashton irwin fanfiction #hcts: chapter #hcts: chapter two

1 note · View note

dakt37 · 6 years ago

Text

The long, long character breakdown of my super self-indulgent Toy Story-style Star Wars AU, “Destiny Dollhouse.” (Some doodles are here) My apologies if the cut doesn’t work.

Other than perhaps a brief moment of Buzz-style confusion for Jyn (“Oh my god I died, the planet blew up, is this purgatory?!” “Oh Honey no that was just a movie and you’re just a doll.”), everyone is aware of their situation. And while dolls of the same character are usually similar in personality, they also each lean on different traits and end up distinctive. For the most part, they address each other with surname initials to avoid confusion.

The Leias:

Leia C (Ceremonial) - The most regal/calm/mature of the Leias, she tends to act as their de facto leader. She has somewhat limited articulation and moves like Toy Story’s Barbie. From the 1999 Portrait Series, Leia C spent something like 15 years in storage as a collector’s item. She’s glad to now be out of her box, but is still very cautious about keeping her hair and clothing neat.

Leia O (Original, or Organa I suppose) - AKA Buff Leia. From the 1996 Hasbro line, she is the oldest in the dollhouse. But in the “cool biker aunt” sort of way. She sometimes doffs her dress and just hangs out in the bodysuit she wears underneath. She’s strong and can be jovial, but also has zero time for anyone’s bullshit.

Leia H (Hoth) - Youngest of the Leias along with her identical twin Leia E. They’re sometimes referred to as “The Destiny Twins.” Leia H is a great mission leader, but also the most hot-tempered doll in the house. She enjoys swapping clothes and weapons with her roommates, but Do Not touch her hair.

Leia E (Endor) - The looser of the Destiny Twins. She had most of her original braids undone so that she could actually use her helmet, a move that scandalized many of the other dolls. Adventurous and personable, she often goes on recon missions with the 3D Fireteam and is one of the few to have become close friends with Rey J. For a while, Leia E was the only doll to wear colors other than white, black, brown, red, and gold. She’s always enthusiastic about meeting dolls with new colors, and (like her twin sister) loves swapping clothes. She also has a little Ewok friend, Wicket.

The Amidalas:

The Queen (Red Senate dress) - Democratically elected leader of the dollhouse, she lives on the top level with her second-in-command, Sabe B. Like Leia C, she was in storage for years and tends to be careful about her appearance. She’s not particularly active, due to limited articulation and many heavy clothes. She’s not lazy, it’s just a hassle you know?

Amidala (Red palace dress) - AKA Gay Padme, she’s entirely disinterested in any talk of Anakin Skywalker (“I’m from TPM anyway, he’s just a little kid??”) and is instead dating Sabe R. Amidala is somewhat sassy compared to her sisters, and very experimental in her fashion. She tries to be mindful of her carefully styled curls, but is often too enthusiastic about trying on new outfits and then needs her girlfriend to fix them up after they get caught in velcro or squished under accessories.

Padme (Pilot outfit) - [I don’t actually own her yet, but she’s next on my “to buy” list.] The most impulsive of all the Amidalas, and the most smitten with Anakin. She often goes on missions with the Destiny Twins and the 3D Fireteam, but just as often needs to be rescued by them when she starts off on some investigation on her own and then gets into trouble.

Sabe B (Black dress) - Marketed as Amidala, but is actually Sabe playing decoy. She and Queen are close (though not as close as Amidala and Sabe R), and spend most of their time discussing the running of the dollhouse and managing each other’s physical upkeep. Sabe B is the most fastidious of all the dolls, and the most protective of everyone’s appearances (most especially of the feathers on her own headdress). She’s the house seamstress, though due to limited mobility she delegates the collecting of tools and supplies.

Sabe R (Red dress) - Also marketed as Amidala, but actually Sabe playing decoy. Sabe R is dating Amidala, is a bit of a gossip, and is by far the most experimental with her own hair. Where Sabe B is the expert on mending clothes, Sabe R is the expert on hair. For most of the dolls her work is limited to fixing squished updos and taming flyaways, but Sabine and Leia E let her brush and braid to her heart’s content.

The Reys:

Rey J (Jakku) - The most adventurous loose canon of all the dolls, she often wanders off on her own to scavenge for things around the apartment at large. She’s socially awkward and slow to trust, but very enthusiastic about showing off her treasure once she’s sure you won’t steal it. Her twin sister Rey R knows her the best, but she’s also managed to befriend Leia E and Ahsoka. Leia H has banned Rey J from official dollhouse missions because she never sticks to the plan. Rey J’s favorite thing in the whole apartment is the spider plant.

Rey R (Resistance) - Still a little rough around the edges socially, but more clued-in than her sister. Rey R tends to act as the “big sister” of the pair, despite them being twins. BB-8 (who hops rather than rolls) is most loyal to Rey R, acting more or less like her pet dog. Rey R and Ahsoka became fast friends (especially after Ahsoka managed to befriend Rey J), and do lightsaber training together.

Ahsoka - The most acrobatic of the dolls, despite not being able to raise her arms at the shoulder due to some bizarre design decision by FoD doll creators (seriously wtf??). Extremely chipper and gregarious, Ahsoka makes friends with everyone she meets, even if sometimes it takes prolonged and dogged determination. She hates being left out of things. She also considers herself a good luck charm, as she arrived on the day that the Star Wars Celebration 2019 hotel blocks opened and was standing watch over the computer when I managed to defy the odds and actually snag a room in the chaos of thousands of people all trying to get on the same website at the exact same moment o_e Oh also she has a pet lothcat for some reason.

Sabine - One of the newest arrivals. I don’t actually know super much about her canon personality yet beyond that she’s artistic and probably pretty badass. So the doll version loves to play with the chalkboard and whiteboards in the kitchen, and is the least intimidated of the cat that shares the apartment with them. She immediately develops a crush on Ahsoka.

Jyn - Another of the newest arrivals. Might have slight Buzz Lightyear Syndrome to start out with. She tends to be the straight man, comedicaly speaking. Tired, angsty, and somewhat insecure, she can be abrasive at first and butts heads with authority figures. She eventually becomes good buddies with Leia O, and likes to join Ahsoka and Rey R for sparring practice and Rey J for climbing excursions.

3D Fireteam - Four 3D-printed action figures of Padme, Sabe, and Eirtae from the battle of Naboo. Two are Padmes technically, but one is nearly twice the height of the other three figures. They behave rather like the green soldiers from Toy Story, complete with the feet-stuck-to-base waddle. I’m not sure what their exact chain of command is, but in general they take orders from Leia H. I’m also not sure how they refer to each other; maybe just by military ranks?

LEGO TFA Trio - Rey, Finn, and Poe. They’re dating. Goofy, fun-loving, and a bit mischievous. They love the winter holidays because they are technically keychains, and therefore get to be Xmas tree ornaments.

Obi-Wan Kenobi - A little crochet doll who can’t speak, as he has no mouth. Somehow he manages to be extremely sarcastic anyway.

#dakity yaks #destiny dollhouse #oh hey a star wars tag #long post

37 notes · View notes