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letâs call this a win-win
33 hours, 2009 miles, 27 Chicken McNuggets, 2 mint Oreo Blizzards, one ill-fated round of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.
It was a fucking miracle the truck hadnât broken down on the way.
âIt was a fucking miracle the truck didnât break downââ Joel said, pulling out Sarahâs floral quilted duffle bag first from the pile of luggage. The last few miles through the woods, heâd muttered his motherâs favorite prayer to St. Christopher and to Tommyâs mechanic friend Al. They were close enough to walk but that was not how he wanted to arrive, especially when he imagined what it would take to keep his daughter from a sugar-crash induced meltdown trudging through the forest.
âDad! Language,â Sarah scolded, stretching out the a in Dad for maximum guilt-tripping. She had to uncross her arms to take the bag from him but she kept her cherry Chapsticked lips pursed. Despite his fatigue and the ache in his lower back from the crappy motel mattress, he couldnât help grinning at her expression, her ribbon-tied pigtails, her carefully curated tank top and jean shorts.
âPut it on my tab,â he said. âThe curse jarâs going to pay for your college and study abroad at this rate, not just those boots you want so badly.â
âI need those boots,â Sarah said.
âSave that for Uncle Tommy. Heâs a soft touch,â Joel said. He took a look around the parking lot. Packed dirt overlaid with gravel, it was ringed by towering pine trees, the cabins of the camp hidden from view. There were a couple of non-descript sedans, a shiny black minivan with far too many bells and whistles, and two other pick-ups, both in better condition than his. No vanity plates though, which he took as a good sign. He got the rest of their bags out and slung his guitar case over his back. Heâd been told to head to the main lodge to meet the campâs director but a woman was already walking towards them, so he nodded to Sarah to stay put.
âWelcome to Camp Firefly. Iâm Meghan Williams, the camp nurse, itâs nice to meet you.â She extended her hand to shake and Joel was relieved that her grasp was warm and properly firm but not intended to suggest sheâd break anything. She wore drab cargo pants and hiking boots, her dark hair tied back and covered with a red bandana, and had a sturdy, reliable calmness about her that offset her relative slightness. She was not much bigger than Sarah, who was tall for her age, but who had, after all, just turned eleven two weeks ago.
âLikewise,â Joel said. âMy nameâs Joel Miller, Iâm working maintenance, and this is my daughter, Sarah, sheâs in bunk 3.â
âThatâs greatâmy niece Ellieâs also in bunk 3. Itâs her first summer here, maybe you can show her the ropes, Sarah,â Meghan said.
âItâs my first summer here too, but Iâve been at sleepaway before,â Sarah said, honesty warring with the self-importance that she used to offset her anxiety, a state she had been in approximately 80% of the time since she turned 11. âI went to Girl Scout sleepaway last year for two weeks. They had a lake there too.â
âYouâre a veteran then. You can make sure she doesnât set anything on fire when you make sâmores. Ellieâs a menace in the kitchen, God help us all when sheâs got access to a campfire,â Meghan replied, smiling warmly. Her expression shifted to rueful when she turned back to face Joel. âMaintenance, huh? Marlene didnât let you know?â
âCamp director Marlene? Let me know what?â Joel said. He and Marlene werenât close, it was Tommy who had suggested to her Joel might work over the summer with Sarah going for free as part of the payment, but Joel didnât see how she couldâve hired someone else and not told him before heâd driven halfway across the country with his little girl. Still, shittier things had happened and he started planning what heâd say to Sarah because he and her mom sure as hell couldnât pay for her to go to the camp on their own and he couldnât expect to land a job in the Middle of Nowhere, New Hampshire overnight. The higher rate for her momâs gig as a travel nurse was going toward keeping her Grandma Denise in her apartment, money Joel didnât begrudge his ex. Theyâd had an amicable enough split and they kept it that way by not bitching at each other about their finances or new relationships, not that Joel had much happening in either category.
âYouâre not working maintenance. Or, not just maintenance. Gary, the guy who was supposed to be the woodshop counselor, backed out at the last minute, so Marleneâs kind of drafted you to take over. She said you worked construction, so you can help the kids make whatever they make in woodshop,â Meghan explained. Joel must have looked somewhere between blank and dubious. He felt that way. âOn the plus side, you were going to share a cabin with Gary, so now you have the place to yourself. I heard he was a slob, but that might have been something someone said to make you feel like youâre coming out further ahead, since Marlene didnât mention sheâd be paying you more and sheâs basically a card on the table kind of person, so I wouldnât bet on a bigger paycheck, just the extra space.â
âThatâs it?â Joel said.Â
He wasnât even sure himself what he was questioningâthe extra work, the extra space, Marlene basically deputizing a stranger to tell him and avoiding his justifiable anger.
âFor now. I think. Though youâll probably get asked to play your guitar if youâre good enough to bring your own with you for the summer,â Meghan said. âNo lessons, just campfire songs, folk songs, a little bit country, a little rock nâ rollââ
âNo show tunes,â Joel interrupted. He liked this Meghan, her humor and her easiness with Sarah, her lack of vanity evident in the cargo pants, her sense of whimsy in the red bandana. Still, it was possible what heâd intended as banter had come out as gruff, shutting her down instead of picking up where she left off. âItâs justââ
âI get it. A man has to draw the line somewhere,â Meghan said. âBunk 3 isnât too far, I could show you the way there if youâve got all your stuff. Sarah can meet Ellie and wait for the other girls to get in,â Meghan said.
Joel nodded and Sarah nearly bounced in agreement. They walked quietly through the woods, Sarah rendered speechless either by the intense greenness of the forest or the imminent meeting with Ellie and any other campers whoâd arrived. Meghan didnât appear to feel a need to fill up the time with small talk, though she did point out the path that led down to the dock and the sharply peaked roof of the main lodge. There was a clearing that showed the lake, laid out like a mirror, the pines and the cloudless sky redoubled, a pair of red kayaks making a cheerful splash of color on the distant shore. Sarah glanced at him, her eyes wide, and Joel smiled at her. This was why heâd driven cross-country in the truck that had seen far, far better days, why he was going to spend the summer dealing with rotting floorboards and teaching kids to make what, maybe some birdhouses, and whatever else Marlene decided he was going to do, probably dish up in the kitchen and if Meghan was right, lead the singalongs. Theyâd been at Camp Firefly for under an hour and it was already worth it.
âThatâs the main campfire site,â Meghan said, pointing to a sizable ring of smoke-stained stones surrounded by grass matted down by hundreds of campers. There were a few white Adirondack chairs clustered together and a low, broad slab of rock Joel would pick to sit on if he had the guitar on his lap. âIâll be sure to spread the wordâno show tunes!â
âYouâre not going to play âHernandoâs Hideaway?â Thatâs your favorite,â Sarah said, blowing his cover. He shrugged and Meghan chuckled.Â
âMy favoriteâs âMake Believe,â but âHernandoâsâ a close second,â Joel said.Â
âGaylord Ravenal in the flesh,â Meghan said, winning some real points. Secret points because otherwise heâd have to admit how much he liked Broadway musicals. The next step would be disclosing that heâd always wanted to try out for the lead in the high school show but had been too busy at his after-school job that helped pay the familyâs electric bill to be able to swing it.
âI can hold my own with his part. But I make a mean Magnolia Hawks,â Joel said.
âWeâve only got a lake, not a river. But itâs a big one,â Meghan said.Â
âDad, are you going to talk here all day?â Sarah said, this time stretching out all day long enough to make him shake his head and Meghan roll her eyes in amused commiseration.
âThatâs Bunk 3,â Meghan said, gesturing over to an unremarkable log cabin that somehow managed to suggest a certain cheery impishness. That might have been the little face in the window, brown braids topped with a blue bandana fashioned into sort of a headband. âAnd that, as you may have guessed, is Ellie, holding down the fort. Sarah, why donât you head in? Your counselor should be along in a bit. Iâll make sure your dad doesnât get lost on the way to his cabin.âÂ
âOkay, yeah, Love you, Dad, bye!â Sarah said, making a beeline to the cabinâs front door and opening it after the briefest pause.
âI donât need you to walk me to the cabin,â Joel said once they were standing there alone, the moment of watching the Bunk 3 door closing having past, leaving them as two adults just awkwardly near each other. At least, he felt awkward, laden down with bags, his lower back twinging again, suddenly unable to keep the frustration with Marlene from his expression, all out of small talk, not that he ever had much. He probably sounded rude to Meghan, heâd been rude to her, dismissive, especially when he didnât exactly know the way to the cabin he and Gary had been assigned, but he couldnât bring himself to apologize.
âItâs on my way,â Meghan said. âAnd quite frankly, you donât know where the hell youâre going so you do need me to walk you there. Iâll let Marlene know youâre settling in and youâd like a word with her before dinner. Itâs at 6.â
She started walking, her bootsâ tread audible on the leafmeal in the absence of any conversation, and Joel followed her. She was right after all.Â
âI owe you an apology,â Joel finally managed to say. He looked her straight in the eye, there was that. Hers were a greyish green, darker than heâd thought when heâd first looked at her.
âNo, you donât. And Iâve never had one owed that was any good,â she said. âRelax. You didnât offend me, not really, and I work in healthcare, Iâm used to people mouthing off when theyâre stressed. Thatâs before you add in dealing with my niece 24/7.â
âDonât you get to be the fun auntie? She still gives you a hard time?â Joel asked. Sarah and Tommy got along like a house afire, as the saying went, largely because Tommy had never once said no to her and also never came to the Joelâs place without a bag of gummi bears that Sarah didnât have to share with anyone. And a Barbie. Heâd thought sheâd tell him to stop when she turned 11, but sheâd opened up Olympic Gymnast Barbie with the same degree of excited greed sheâd brought to every other doll, secured more tightly in the pink box than whatever the hell they kept in Fort Knox these days.Â
âIâm not the fun auntie, Iâm all sheâs got,â Meghan said. âI was 17 when my sister died when Ellie was a baby, her dad was never in the picture, it got really complicated for a while with the state, and you didnât ask to hear any of this. Sorry.â
âDonât be sorry,â Joel said. âI get complicated. Plus, now weâre evenâwe both tried to apologize and neither one of us would accept it.â
âI guess thatâs good,â Meghan said. âThatâs your cabin, right there,â she added, pointing to a small building nestled right up against a pair of pines.Â
âGood enough,â Joel said.Â
#tlou au#the last of us#summer camp au#joel miller/ofc#sarah miller#ellie williams#nearly everyone lives#fluffy as heck#just dropped our oldest off at college#so any every love coming my way would be appreciated#pedro pascal fanfiction#I've started the second chapter from Meghan's POV
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hey has anyone else noticed that totk looks a lot like princess mononoke sometinms (<- guy who has never had an original thought)
#loz totk#zelda#ganondorf#tloz fanart#tears of the kingdom#tloz crossover#tloz au#i drew this back before i got very far in totk and i was convinced that the zonai would turn out to be dragons somehow#which wouldve made the game 150% cooler#i imagine eboshidorf would be kinda windwaker-esque#more like. reserved and genteel than totk dorf#trying to make a better life for his people but willing to kill gods and destroy the world to do it#meanwhile zelda lives in the forest and was raised by the gods (zonai)#and she meets link when he leaves his home village to find a cure for the gloom that is sapping everyone's health and nearly killed him#do you see my vision#my art
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I love how every single labru thing I ever see is âomg the king and his advisor!â âThe king and his advisor?â âThe king and his advisor!â
And all the labru hate is âlook at these weird shippers who havenât read the manga! Uncultured!â
Like⌠I wouldnât have these brain worms if I hadnât read the manga
#kabru and laios canonically live in the same castle#Kabruâs job is to whisper in laiosâ ear#and then everyone keeps complaining about âanime onlyâs being obsessed with labru#like⌠who are you talking about? nearly every fic and art is post manga#dungeon meshi#kabru#laios touden#labru#dungeon meshi spoilers#dungeon meshi manga spoilers#anyway back on my âIâm an adult who pays taxes and has a job. sorry if you donât like that I make my dolls hold hands differently from youâ
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Ignore my awful handwriting
#this is canon. fight me#i had to draw jenson in his ugly ass stupid ass shades#feeding more butter to everyone#because theyâre my reason to live#butter#f1#f1 fanart#jb22#mw2#jenson button / mark webber#mark/jense#tire d art#incorrect quote/meme#funny story actually i nearly lost the file and had to redraw like half of it. art is so much fun#mw x jb#jenson button#mark webber
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Oh yeah story idea: percy Jackson reaches his emotional/mental limits) (annabeth gets knocked down during a huge fight and nearly gets killed) and goes absolutely ape. We're talking hurricanes, earthquakes, a zillion exploding water sources, blood bending, poison bending, pounding rain, the works.
And it starts to kill him. Like eating too much ambrosia, his mortal body is burning up, too much power too quickly.
But through sheer force of will and the amount of divine energy he's putting out, he keeps clinging on as his body crumbles to ash, divine power building stronger and stronger and higher and higher.
And he accidentally brute forces his way into godhood.
And what would have been a true power reveal and two deaths, Percy being punished for his strength ala Frank, abruptly becomes a pseudo divine political drama, with percy at risk of any dozen horrific fates the frenzied council are slinging around (minus poseidon, who is also frenzied but unwilling to let his newly immortal son die) whilst dealing with all the ramifications of divinity and the new social strata of the immortal pantheon (and EVERYONE having opinions), all while trying to get back home.
But Annabeth survives because of it, so he can't really complain.
#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy pjo#percy series#percy and annabeth#percabeth#pjo hoo toa#pjo series#pjo fandom#heroes of olympus#riordanverse#prompt#fic prompt#writing prompt#story prompt#writing ideas#story prompts#Poseidon would be so awkward lmao#He'd know how upset and devastated percy was and he's going to have to tell his immortal family but also yay?? But also aaaa wtf#He'd get the implications but also yay immortal son he won't have to watch die and he can finally spend time with him safely#Zeus would just want Percy dead. Athena would have Plans tm. Annabeth is nearly dead. Mr d is getting so much drama from both sides.#EVERYONE is freaking out a lot because it's not supposed to be possible and the implications are not great for anyone.#Percy just really wants to go home and hug his mum and gf#Plus he's got way too much beef with people up top to live peacefully on olympus lmao
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bothers me in trc fandom when people refer to âronanâs suicide attemptâ because it was pretty importantly NOT a suicide attempt. gansey, noah, adam, they all assumed it was, which is why gansey freaks out when ronan goes missing overnight at the beginning of trb, but it is not. it was a dream creature he brought back that had clawed him up.
iâm sure you could argue that thatâs just an indirect suicide attempt, ronanâs subconscious, etc (opal tells him the night horrors are him), but i donât see it that way. ronan is angry and grieving and violent in the wake of niallâs death. the night horrors, to my knowledge, donât target ronan so much as they target any soft, living thing they can destroy. we donât see this scene happen. we donât see the day or the nightmare that comes before. we just have ronanâs word, and ronan says it wasnât a suicide attempt, so it wasnât.
and we can talk in circles then about whether ronan is suicidal actuallyâpersonally i think he has a sort of reckless disregard for his own life (see: drag racing, dream drugs) and has internalized a lot of the ideas about him being a âbad kid,â but i donât think heâs actively suicidal. and thatâs important to me. itâs important that ronan doesnât actually want to die. i think heâs struggling to see the point of what everyone wants him to do (school), and struggling to envision a future for himself.
if ANYTHING was going to make ronan suicidal, truly, it should have been the dreamer trilogy. heâs isolated from all of his loved ones, literally starts dying if heâs not careful with the ley lines, and also the world is ending. we can see his same thought patterns repeating (âyouâre always the car crash, ronanâ) and we see him struggling with reality and identity (every conversation with bryde, who remember is part of ronanâs psyche, and also the looping dream with the mirror). and heâs not suicidal in the dreamer trilogy.
we talk a lot in this fandom about âgansey kind of wanted to live.â i think we should talk about how, despite everything, so did ronan.
#the raven cycle#ronan lynch#gansey#trc#wren wrambles#i see this all the timeeeee#i know its a faster and easier way to refer to that one event but pls#on a personal note ronan not being suicidalâor not actively soâis important to me#as someone who relates to him a lot and also has a complicated relationship with the whole wanting to live schtick#itâs almost another act of defiance from him. from his perspective nearly everyone dislikes him. or at least liked him better before#which is heartbreaking. by the way. do you guys ever think about that#its almost an inevitable part of his narrative. to decide that heâs fucked up too much and its not worth continuing#but he never does#anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk
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okay, one thing about james. he is the only marauder (casting peter aside) who i just can't forgive. i like remus, and while i dislike sirius i can at least appreciate his strenghts and his good sides. but i can't forgive james for the swm incident and many people seem to have trouble understanding why this isolated event ruins his entire character. because i am willing to believe that he worked on himself and became a better person after hogwarts (mainly because i don't think lily would have ever married him otherwise). i completely believe that even at hogwarts, he was considered a likable person by many. that he was fun to be around and friendly to most. that he wasn't all bad or only a bully.
but here's the thing. there are things you only have to do once to be irredeemable, and what happened in snapes worst memory, to me, is one of those things. i do not care if james was an amazing person outside of this one incident. and i understand that everyone has different morals and that other people can forgive james - or not forgive severus. unlike james, severus got a chance to redeem himself and he took it. he was still a bully, but here's where my personal perception comes into play again. i had many awful teachers who were bullies and i know how much it sucks (in my country, teachers are insanely hard to get fired, meaning they truly can get away with almost anything including obvious discrimination). i can't justify his mistreatment of students, but to me his good sides outweigh it, so i can forgive and like him despite this flaw while others can not which is valid too. but sexual harassment is not something i can forgive no matter the circumstances or the person who did it. i would feel the same way if the roles had been reversed and james had been the victim - i wouldn't be a snape stan. ultimately we all have our own individual morals that play into how we perceive these complex characters.
tldr: it doesn't matter to me if james was a balanced character and a good person outside of swm because committing sexual harassment 'just once' is still one time too many and makes anyone permanently irredeemable in my eyes
#last post for tonight i promise#had to get this out of my system aswell#and honestly this should apply to sirius too#especially because he never felt sorry about it even as an adult#yea i lowkey hate sirius tbh#but he did live longer than james and therefore we got to see more of his good side#he did not redeem himself but i still find him slightly more likable than james because he had more chances to show his good side#and at the very least he was not the one who suggested taking off snapes underwear so thats something#pro snape#anti marauders#anti james potter#snapes worst memory#severus snape#of course this entire post assumes that the reader considers swm a form of SA which unfortunately we know not nearly everyone does
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zuko: we just need one of those construction trucks. with the thingys to pick stuff up
katara: the forklift ??
zuko: hey i never said i was smart i just know it exists
katara: i never said i was smart either i had to look up the damn name of the vehicle.
katara: i knew âliftâ was in there somewhere my remaining 2 brain cells are close to deteriorating
sokka: you two should join forces
zuko: we did. it took both of our brain power to come up with forklift
#source: shit me and my friends have said#guess which one i was đđ#zutara#zuko#katara#atla#avatar the last airbender#incorrect zutara quotes#incorrect quotes#anyway itâs been nearly 2 years hello everyone#i hope u missed me#or maybe u didnât#itâs okay#with the live action atla i figured now would be a great time to revive this account#love yall and free palestine !!!#if u want sources to educate and help palestinians my twitter is @brvcewcynes#all week for the strike but also just in general i try to rt everyday
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Sol, our beloved time god
#i was a teenage exocolonist#iwatex#exocolonist#my art#sol exocolonist#hi hello i'm back from being dead for nearly two weeks#i'm suprised how no one has talked yet how op sol actually is#like just think about it-#they can decide who lives or dies#they can single-handedly destroy a whole ass alien civilazation#they can decide the fate of their own damn colony#like just think about it.#Sol my beloved#my favourite sol has to be a selfish one#love me a sol who finally prioritzes themselves after always prioritzing other's happines after countless and countless times#and theyre just finally fed up with everyone's bullshit#bonus points if theyre a little bit of a bully#expect a few tweaks to be made later dqukdgw
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The Arch Heart's conversation with the group and the Wildmother's conversation with Orym both just reinforced the fact that the gods don't understand how fragile mortals are.
#arch heart ignoring the questions about collateral damage with dismissal#wildmother trying to show orym something and nearly driving him insane on accident#critical role#cr3#text post#everyone is like 'hey what about us'#and the gods keep saying 'what about you?'#the parent and child analogy also falls apart with their actions towards mortals#because what shitty parent asks their children to sacrifice themselves so the parent can live?
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Trademark: Top-tier Bucktommy writer + generally Cool + getting Buck pregnant
Thank you + thank you + thank you!
#i really do keep meaning to write some actual mpreg fic but it keeps getting swept away by other ideas#like the alien invasion fic i'm dying to write#where tommy gets called to fly against them while the lafd is busy on the ground trying to save lives amid the chaos#and they get word that the entire ragtag squadron of which tommy was a part gets wiped out#buck is so devastated he just shuts down and works himself nearly to death trying to save people trying to make tommy's sacrifice worth it#in a week LA is in ruins and the 118 is barely holding on when they get word that another wave of alien ships is headed their way#they know this is it and just as the ships crest the horizon -- there's one ship that suddenly breaks formation and turns on the others#completely stunned the 118 watches as the ship guns down half of the others then leads the rest on a wild chase#and then eddie shouts 'those are american military flight maneuvers! whoever's flying that thing is on our side!'#buck thinks about the first time he visited the harbor station and he'd jokingly asked everyone for dirt on tommy#and tommy's teammate nico was like 'i don't know about dirt but i can tell you right now: that guy can fly literally anything'#buck watches this one ship attempt the impossible while bobby's on the radio telling anyone who might be listening#that one of their own has commandeered an enemy ship and is holding off the next wave and needs immediate support#eventually the ship lands clumsily on a crumbling rooftop and buck runs up a hundred flights of stairs and bursts onto the roof#just in time to see tommy come stumbling out of the ship -- obviously having been through it and like missing an eye or something#and when tommy sees buck his face just crumbles and buck's already sobbing as they limp-run at each other#crashing together crying and laughing and buck slides to the ground clutching tommy while the rest of the 118 pile onto the roof#and they watch a squadron of f-15s descend from the clouds to take out the straggler ships and it feels like the tide is turning#yeah it's basically independence day but with 2000% more angst
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let's call this a win-win
Part 2
Meghan figured sheâd be holed up in the cabin theyâd given to her for an infirmary, reading old copies of whatever magazine had made their way to her, Seventeen and Cosmo, Bassmaster and and Runnerâs World washing up like the scrum of sticks and leaves on the shore of an eddying brook, playing endless games of solitaire on limp cards, cleaning up cuts, dabbing on ointment, bandaging ankles, for the entire duration of the summer, which would make any encounters with Joel Miller few and far between.
She had been wrong.
To be clear, it wasnât that he was constantly right there when she turned around or looked up in a classic stalker-y kind of way or that he was seeking her out with increasingly inane-frivolous-nonsensical medical complaints requiring her assessment in a pathetic stalker-y kind of way or even that he just seemed to appear when sheâd just thought of him, how deft his hands were ladling out a rainy day dinner of beanie-weenie or strumming his guitar in the firelight, in a telepathic mind-control stalker-y kind of way.Â
It was just nice.
Sometimes, she lollygagged over her morning coffee and Joel didnât exactly rush off to his next repair.Â
Sometimes, he found he was walking in her same direction and fell into an easy gait beside her, for all that he was at least a foot taller than she was. The trees loomed, but Joel never did.
Sometimes, he held the door for her when her hands were full or pulled out her chair at the table the staff sat at for meals, the almost old-fashioned politeness of it somehow part and parcel of the camp itself, though Meghan suspected heâd do the same back home in Texas, though he thankfully never called her maâam.
It wasnât just nice. It was very nice. Very nice indeed.
So sue her, she liked him. (Actually, the campâs malpractice policy was skimpier than sheâd anticipated and she devoutly hoped there would be nothing worth litigating in her work, since she was not getting paid especially well to begin with and Ellieâs new school had a uniform policy so extensive that even Old Navy and Landsâ End were unlikely to keep her from racking up some credit card bills in the fall well before Meghan had to ante up for the field hockey team equipment and the God-forsaken trumpet Ellie had decided to play, an evil glint in her eye.)Â
After all, why wouldnât she like Joel? He was competent, intelligent, uncomplaining, a good listener, a devoted father, a guitarist who more than delivered when he played at the campfireâand that was before she considered how absolutely smoking hot he was in worn jeans, work boots and what seemed like an infinite supply of plaid shirts and grey tees, but which was probably about five and sheâd just lost track. Sheâd never met a man who looked better with a scruffy beard, so much so that she wondered if sheâd even be attracted to him if he ever shaved properly. (She would, who was she kidding? Those eyes and that lower lip and that assâŚ)Â
He also always smelled good, which given the limitations of their bathing facilities, the lack of AC on hot days and the general organic funk that seemed to cling to everyone after their first dip in the lake, was impressive. And irresistible.Â
She was resisting though, a little. She hadnât thrown herself at him or ever found she needed to reach something in the bottom drawer of her filing cabinet when he was repairing the rotting window trim on the infirmary, bending over to showcase her natural assets augmented by the squats her best friend Alex swore by (Meghan was less convinced, but best friends did what they had to do and she herself never shut up about calcium.) She hadnât let her hand linger on the salt-cellar or ketchup bottle when he asked to have it passed and she certainly hadnât requested he play âMake Believeâ or any other Rodgers and Hart love-song around the campfire (though the temptation to ask for âBlue Moonâ once sheâd discovered who wrote it was huge, even more so when she found out there was one coming up in August.)
She could have convinced herself it was all coincidences and hormones, a commodity Camp Firefly had in spades, though not emanating from Bunk 3, except for the fact that Joel hadnât let her.
âSo, hereâs the deal. I like you and I think you like me. As Sarah would say, like that,â Joel announced as they took a mid-morning coffee break from her Thermos, the merry sound of campers with first swim distant, mingled with some birdsong.
âUm, thatâs quite direct,â she said.
âYeah. Because Iâm a grown-up,â he replied, smiling. âTell me if Iâm out of line. I wonât bring it up again.â
âNo?â Meghan knew she was partly stalling for time and that Joel probably knew that as well, but it didnât hurt to push a little and see what he said next. Grist to the mill, Alex would say, as if Alex were not in a perpetual pitched battle against carbs and wouldnât be caught dead anywhere near a gristmill unless arson was involved.Â
âNo. Because I respect you and myself. And my whole ego isnât tied up in whether you feel the way I do,â he said. Meghan had to do her best to raise an eyebrow, because Joel was starting to sound unreal, like someoneâs concept of the ideal man, not Platoâs, because even Philosophy 102 had taught Meghan that Plato had maybe spent too much time in a cave, away from sunlight, at least for her taste. âI mean, I also wonât spend all my free time replacing the perfectly adequate wood trim of this cabinâs windows or discovering that the floor near the back door is warped and ripping it out and asking you to hold the level 12 hours a day.â
âYouâre making this hard,â Meghan said. âBecause I do like you but I hate unnecessary renovations that take forever. Could we hang out without wood being involved?â
He grinned then as the words hung in the air for a moment and she blushed, she could feel it, red as a cartoon beet, not a real one. She tried a combo shrug-head-toss that would have been more effective if sheâd put her hair in a ponytail instead of braids but from Joelâs expression, it was good enough.
âI had to play to my strengths,â he said.Â
âIâm not reciprocating with an unnecessary physical and donât try to tell me you sprained your ankle or something,â she said. âI have standards. Ethics. Iâm a goddamn role model.â
âAnd Iâm not interested in you playing a sexy nurse in a skimpy costume,â he said.Â
That was when Meghanâs brain sort-of shorted out and she heard herself saying Holy shit before she could have thought about stopping herself.Â
âWhat about a walk around the lake later?â Joel said. âOr we could take a canoe out. Stars are bright up here, brighter than Austin, and the moonâs nearly full.â
âYes,â she said.Â
Yes, she said when he looked at her before taking her hand in his.
Yes, when he rowed them into a cove and the moonlight was silver in his dark eyes.
Yes, just as he leaned in to kiss her, waiting to hear her first, and again into his ear before she kissed the side of throat, waiting to hear him moan.
She wasnât disappointed.
#tlou#tlou au#summer camp au#joel/ofc#nearly everyone lives#fluff#romance#rom-com#humor#the last of us#in keeping with my approach to ofc#my ofc has a best friend#tessa-quayle#writing for your best friend#always requires the appearance of one in the fic#included the moodboard this time#I'm learning!#giving joel miller a break
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Everytime something happens in France in a comic, I realize how little researches comics writers do. And like, if they are this bad with my western country, how bad it is with third-world countries they talk about???
In Nightwing (2016), Raptor is from a circus that was near Paris during Mary Grayson's childhood, so more than 40 years ago at least.
In this flashback, they accuse the mayor of Paris of having given leprosy to the romani and of keeping away the meds they need. Already, with our healthcare's system, it's hardly possible, as they would be able to go to a hospital to get the help they need. Do they think "public healthcare" means the state has a direct control on medication, because that's not the case at all. The French gov control the money put into medication, how much is bought, but a mayor has no power over this. I just don't understand how something like this could happen. You can totally write a racist medical scandal in France, but makes it make sense with our system.
But also, Paris didn't have a mayor until 1977, so if it's before 1977, impossible. And, Paris' mayor from 1977 to 1995 is JACQUES CHIRAC, who was the PRESIDENT after. They wrote a story implying that a French President kept medications away from sick people, was discovered and was still elected President. And, yes, the French government is far from good and they have deeply harmed the romani, but like, maybe don't write shit like that. (Also, Chirac was really against the war of Iraq, and stood up against the US, which France is still paying the price for to this day. So I don't really like an USAmerican to criticize Chirac. Like, we can do it, others can do it, but not USAmericans, y'all have done enough) I'm pretty sure that wasn't the goal of the writers. No, what happen is that they didn't do researches about Paris' mayor and so, wrote that shit.
This may be inspired by the contaminated blood's scandal in the 80s-90s, which was worst in France, but no mayor was found guilty, it was doctors who knowingly contaminated patients with a deadly illness. And the French government was held accountable, even if they had no hand in it, as a matter of principle.
I understand it's a fiction, and they didn't literally wrote "Chirac did this", but it's kind of clumsy. (Especially because of everything I wrote earlier about Chirac's politics and how the US is still punishing France for being against killing civilians and destroying Iraq. France was doing the right thing, and the US worked so France would go back in line and treat Arabs like shit. Do not think western countries are free from the US' imperialism)
And in no way I'm saying that you cannot write France being awful, I know my gov's crimes (rn, they have deported homeless out of Paris for the Olympics, the President is refusing to acknowledge the left won the elections and to take a leftist prime minister so we have no prime minister since mid July and fuck democracy I guess, they support Israel's crimes against humanity, and are behaving like the colonizers that they are in New-Caledonia, sending the armies against the Kanaks that have not enough power on their own land), I'm just saying it should at least be believable enough to work. (Easiest way: make the cops racist. Boom. Also, French cops talk like vilains, it's insane.) And also, not about someone touchy like clumsily painting badly a president that was punished by the US for doing the right thing.
#batman#Nightwing#dick grayson#dc comics#there are other example but this one killed me#it's so funny but I also know that some french politicians would lose their marbles if they read it#I have so much to say about this flashback like pls#the romani living in wooden caravans? lol no pls what in the orientalism is this?#my ramblings#But also Bruce Wayne really? At least kill Bernard Arnault Raptor! Or Sarkozy the French President that is a criminal and went to court#Or Bruno Le Maire#Or the director of Lafarge they literally worked with terrorists#in Red Hood and Arsenal Jason using guns in Paris is also unbelievable to me it would not fly at all#in Red Robin Tim stops robbers who stole from a luxurious jewelry store and killed 3 people#and like robbers nearly ever kill in France because wtf would you make the cops go after you and risk murder charges#when you can get away with stealing goods more easily#also the people don't care when a luxurious store get robbed we go âgood for themâ so everyone disliked that tim#this is not a âfirst time?â kind of things btw I have a long list of usamericans handling France badly
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the subtle resignation in his expression at even bouncing with the context of his final words kinda destroying me ngl
#the face of a man who is too far gone and knows it#like...hate him all you want but it is genuinely tragic to get to a point where you hate where youve ended up and it's too late to go back#you did it you fucked up you made your bed and now you gotta lie in it#a waste of nearly 100 years of living! you cannot punish this man more than he has punished himself#xehanort lived his life believing he'd get a redo at the very end and when it didn't happen and he died like everyone else he was doomed!#he neglected every friendship he ever had in the hopes he could just remake them once he was god king and start over!#but he couldn't and didn't and by the time he realized it it was far far too late#why did i put all of this in the tags? well. that's our spicy secret.
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Luxaeterna, a participant in the first true battle of the war between the Rainwings and Icewings, the Battle of Stolen Light. Her venom-fangs were torn out by an Icewing poacher, and after surviving and avoiding capture, replaced them with harder gemstone teeth. Sheâs well known for the number of Icewing skulls sheâs impaled throughout the war. She is Boomslang and Quetzalâs great aunt. Postwar, she has been reunited with her living grandnephew and accompanies him for scale retrieval in the Ice and Sky Kingdoms.
Quetzal in his last moments before being murdered by an Icewing poacher. He had sold Boomslangâs egg to the Icewings in the hopes of gaining immunity from the scale trade- but he learned far too late that a bargain canât be kept with someone who wants to wear your skin.
#wof#wings of fire#oc#my art#luxaeterna#quetzal#scale retrieval is going to the kingdoms participating in the rainscale trade and-#confiscating anything made from rainwings to be brought home for identification#this also includes live farm prisoners/poaching victims#the identification is helped by the scientific community within the rainforestâs nightwing village#but (as you can probably imagine) its a deeply stressful process for everyone whoâs missing someone.#the hope that youâll have a venom match with anyone whoâs been returned alive#and the dread of the possibilty that your reunion will be with an objected your loved one was turned into.#i cant wait to talk abt the nightwings here btw bc they have some shit going on here.#(rainforest village is very clearly against the rainscale trade but the peninsula kingdom participated in poaching)#edit wow i was nearly asleep typing those tags uh.#*objected is meant to be object#beneath her talons
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big man should not be
If only the Splatoon devs thought to have a third idol for the third game. Would've been perfect...
#(Ironically this also seems to be how a lot of people see Deep Cut đ But I'm not putting that on the main body of the post)#also hiii everyone! I have survived exams once again and make my return at. nearly midnight almost exactly two months later#Not sure when I'll have my regular schedule going again but this blog lives!#big man#big man splatoon#splatoon#deep cut splatoon#big man in places he shouldn't be#big man... NOT in places?
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