#preston is such a fella

[sewerpalette]

Drawing my YouTube comments

[grease-weasel]

I love Preston Garvey

[coffeebrownn]

were goroshina and sol one offs or do they have stories too? i love their designs!

goroshina is a one off character!! i drew her because of school assignment TT

SOL HOWEVER, real story, he has STORIES, but i don't like him that much, i'm scared of him... but some of my mutuals love him! so i got some time to write him down

[leolovesthings]

[spilladabalia]

Tongue Party - Listen Fella, I'm Doin' Ya A Favor

[imagine-silk]

Fallout 4 fellas react to a really short sole survivor trying on their clothes and having them be waaay to big XD

Thank you <3 love reading your posts :)

》For whatever reason I can never find anything comfortably too big for me that looks nice weirdly enough. Tragic.

【Codsworth】 "Mum/Sir, I don't think you should be wearing that."

Of course he had spare parts laying around. That included his outer plate. It's 106 lbs of a single sheet metal that makes up his body that is very easy to hide in considering how big he is and how small you are. There is absolutely no way you can walk with it on, you have to sit in it.

【Danse】 "Take that off. It's dirty."

He is a very meticulous person and keeps everything in check, so he knows the only way you got his jumpsuit is if it's dirty. He averts his eyes as you immediately panic and shuck it off.

♡If Romanced; He still looks away.

【Deacon】 "Looking good."

He has a lot of clothes and surprisingly he knows where all of them are. So when one of his costumes goes missing he knows you took it. You're the only one who could have took it. If you take his glasses he has a million other pairs. Nice try.

♡If Romanced; He'll wear an outfit to match. Can't have Bonnie without Clyde.

【Hancock】 "Well ain't you a sight."

He's not a tall man by any means so seeing you make his shirt into a dress is funny to him. He'll take off his coat and put it around you to see it drag and watch you trip over yourself.

♡If Romanced; He'll find any excuse to put you in his clothes.

【MacCready】 "Get your own."

He's not too happy about you touching his stuff. That being said, he doesn't do anything but complain. Which is saying something because he has ripped his jacket off of someone before.

If Romanced; Strangely he'll complain more, fishing for affection for his 'services'.

【Nick】 "You need a map to find your way outta there, doll/pal?"

He'll tease you, obviously. There he was reading the paper and you walk in with his coat wrapped around you. The lengths he goes not to laugh would make a hiker blush.

✧If Platonic; He'll pat you on the head and call you 'kid'. He thinks it's the cutest thing and let you borrow it from time to time.

【Preston】 "There's my coat."

He was looking for it all morning only to find you wearing his stuff on accident. It never occurred to him you might have taken it. He has no strong feelings about it. If you don't immediately give it back he won't ask for it, he'll just change into something else.

♡If Romanced; He'll drop his hat on you too. You give it back though because it slips down a lot.

【X6-88】 "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

The clothes he wears are restrictive and not very comfortable, even his surfacer clothes. But for you it's more than accommodating, too accommodating. He will ask for his clothes back though.

♡If Romanced; It awakens something in him. The fact you can bring the Commonwealth to it's knees and be so small it wild.

[ungodlybliss]

that maccready fella kinda got that shit on though i cant even lie

would u believe that preston and nick are my favs considering how much ive drawn this guy

[rockhousejai]

What is ur opinion about Mr. Preston?

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Omg I completely forgot to answer this 😭 my apologies but I think he’s a fine looking fellas!

Tbh I thought he was your Oc but the design looked familiar

[artsy-hobbitses]

Besides the code names, do the TTB characters have any other nicknames or terms of endearment for each other?

I can’t do a detailed list but off the top of my head;

Bumblebee/Benjamin: Baby Boy/Leprotto (Sunstreaker, ie. ‘little bunny’), Ahrairah (Jazz/Prowl), Benjie/Benjie Elliot (HotRod ie. his name + Billy Elliot)

Ratchet/Ronan: Ratch, Doc, Blackjack (Windblade, who introduces him to the show), Patch (Dinobots ie. skin graft on his face), Assclepius (Sunstreaker)

Prowl/Preston: Baobei (Jazz, ie. 'babe), Prick (Basically anyone not on good terms with him), Capn’ (Hotrod, respectfully after Prowl loses an eye and saves him from the Functionist Universe)

Jazz/Jace: Jayzee (Hotrod, from his initials 'Jace Zayden'), Jinwu (Prowl ie. ‘Golden Crow’ East Asian myth, meant to represent the sun)

Springer/Spencer: Hu Zi (Prowl/Jazz, ie. 'little tiger'), Spence, Mametaro (Windblade ie. 'bean boy' referring to his cuteness as a kid, bight green hair + unique origin), Cabbage Patch (HotRod ie. green hair + little fella + unique origin)

Mirage/Meirion: Merry (Hound), Casper (HotRod)

OP/Omar: Aul Man (HotRod), Glowstick Prime (Whirl), Al-Khattab (Shockwave)

First Aid/Fatima: Nightingale (Streetwise, referring to Florence Nightingale due to her bedside manner compared with Ratchet)

Alpha Trion/Aillard: Gandalf (Hotrod), Pagemaster

Arcee/Ai Xia: Aikira (HotRod/Windblade because GRANNY DOIN BIKE SLIDES BABY), Pohpoh (Younger folks, 'granny')

Sideswipe/Sergio: Fratellino (Sunstreaker), Tweedledee (Ratchet), Saif (First Aid, ie. 'Sword', as he's a frontliner), Enjy (HotRod ie. his 'Enjolras' coat), Barricade Boy (Mirage)

Sunstreaker/Serafino: Fratellone (Sideswipe), Tweedledum (Ratchet), Shamsir (First Aid ie. 'Sword', but also 'Sham' ie. 'Sun'), Lucifer/Lucy (StrongArm ie. his name, 'Angel' and his terrible demeanor)

StrongArm/Stella: White Dwarf (Sunny ie. her name--'Star'--her white hair and her short height), Evenstar (Sideswipe)

Kup/Kopisha: Bajyai (Springer, 'Grandma'), Harisa (Shockwave, ie. 'lioness')

Windblade/Wariko: Riko, Cara Mia (Starscream)

Chromia/Carina: Rina, Dora Milaje, Grace Jones

Drift/Dai: Deadman (Sunstreaker, his body count + ghost-seeing ability)

Starscream/Stefan: Red Baron, Pretty Bird (Shockwave), Uguisu (Windblade, 'Bush Warbler'), Pet (Windblade, not the way Tarn uses it but the way folks in Northeast England use it)

Ravage/Ramiro: Rami, Elskede (Laserbeak, ‘Beloved one’), Lapcat (Tarn), Bagheera (HotRod)

Laserbeak/Lara: Hot Topic (Hotrod), Mi Sol (Ravage, ‘My Sun’),

This is not comprehensive at all! I do have a cast of 40+ and the tangled relationship lines they weave between each other after all :'3 If you'd like to know about a specific person not named here, feel free to ask for that person specifically!

[zirawrites]

I love your blog and I'm so excited to see some of your new work. And to fulfill your let's say holiday wish from your followers, I've got the perfect reaction scenario. Do you think you could do the companions and sole having their first new years eve kiss? Thank you in advance 💜💖

Cait: Cait and Sole had gone absolutely feral at the Third Rail for Goodneighbor’s annual New Year’s Eve party. Sole jumped on Hancock’s back multiple times while he danced as Cait cheered them on between gulps of her beer. The two hopped over the bar and attempted to drag a squealing Whitechapel Charlie from behind it. Their laughter and drunken serenading drowned out Magnolia’s soft jazz. Then the unthinkable happened: Hancock kicked them out of the bar, chuckling as he told them to sober up and try again next year. 

“I can’t believe it!” Cait was more amused than frustrated, especially since the mayor let her keep her drink. “I don’t think anyone’s ever been thrown outta a business in Goodneighbor, except if they were trying to murder a fella, I suppose.”

As the two stumbled to the Hotel Rexford, Sole heard a muffled countdown coming from every building. They stopped in the center of town as settlers got down to the final numbers.

When a chorus of Happy Near Year! rung out around them, Sole turned to Cait and pressed their lips firmly against her own. The kiss turned into a giggling, tipsy mess; one neither would wholly remember nor forget come morning.

Curie: Curie was enamored by human traditions, so Sole couldn’t turn down her request to go to a real New Year’s Eve party. They chose the tame one thrown by Preston and fellow Minutemen at the Castle. It was a night of swing music, food vendors from local settlements and -- for the more daring -- moonshine Sturges had made in a Sanctuary bathtub.

When the countdown ringing in the new year ended, Curie pressed upwards on the tips of her toes and gave Sole a chaste peck on their lips.

“That is how the tradition goes, yes?” She was blushing, and Sole couldn’t help but push a strand of her short hair back behind her ear. “I’ve been researching, of course. I did not want to ruin anything for you.”

Sole reassured Curie that she could never be the cause of any ruin, and returned the kiss.

Danse: New Year’s Eve parties were always a little chaotic aboard the Prydwyn. It was one of the rare times Maxon let recruits let loose. Child scribes who’d never stayed up past their bedtimes snuck quick sips of wine from the kitchen. Someone had stolen gauze from the medbay and wrapped it around a suit of power armor, hanging colorful ornaments off it as if it were a Christmas tree. Even Knight Rhys had unclenched his personality long enough to dance with Scribe Haylen.

Danse seemed tense about the festivities. He wanted to participate, but felt it his duty to stay vigilant and sober in case of an attack. Sole coaxed him onto the makeshift dance floor with a promise they would de-decorate the holiday power armor before Maxon saw.

The two danced all the way up until the final countdown, and even then Danse stayed chaste and cordial. They rung in the new year like everyone else. It was only when Sole was taking the gauze down that Danse turned them around for a deep, heartfelt kiss.

When both finally pulled away, Danse’s usually furrowed brow was miraculously smooth. He seemed the lightest he’d been since Sole had met him. “Heard that was a pre-war tradition, but I couldn’t remember when I was supposed to do it. I hope I didn’t upset you.”

Sole laughed and tossed the spool of gauze at his chest.

Deacon: Desdemona had finally, finally let Deacon and Tinker Tom plan a New Year’s Eve bash -- under the guise it wouldn’t turn out like their Christmas party three years ago; something neither would elaborate on for Sole. Regardless, HQ was decorated in streamers and confetti and other paper products no one was sure how the men got their hands on. They attached a tray of drinks to PAM’s robotic pinchers for agents to grab throughout the night. Radio reception was never great underground, but where the songs cut off, Tinker Tom was quick to jump in with his own off-key interpretation.

Once Sole arrived, they had Deacon’s undivided attention. He lavished them with compliments on their elegant pre-war attire (”And hardly any holes! Did you dress up just for lil ‘ol me?”) and stories of what a bonafide New Year’s Eve party used to look like (”So Tom and I got it pretty right? Glad those ten caps I spent on ‘Anyone Can Throw a Party’ paid off.”)

By the end of the night there wasn’t a sober agent in the church. Everyone counted down the new year with giddy elation, swinging glass flutes and the miracle streamers around the room. Then they erupted in cheers, and Sole looked at Deacon with a warm smile that said he had planned one hell of a party.

Deacon leaned down and quickly pecked Sole on the lips. “For good luck, right?”

Sole rolled their eyes. They knew Deacon understood what the pre-war tradition meant. But he had been so sweet that night that Sole only wrapped him in a tight side-hug as they watched the other agents drunkenly celebrate.

Hancock: Hancock wasn’t just mayor of Goodneighbor; he was the self-appointed party prince of the Commonwealth. The Third Rail always threw a electric party of live music, free-flowing drinks and rowdy patrons. Half the bar didn’t even understand the pre-war tradition and just used it as an excuse for a generous serving of booze. But Hancock knew Sole would find the party important -- if not just for sentimental reasons -- and endeavored to make this the best bash yet.

Sole somehow found themselves as the star of the party. Magnolia sang any song they wanted. Whitechapel Charlie never charged them for drinks. Patrons moved from their seats if Sole lingered near their table for too long just in case they wanted to sit.

When Sole was finally able to pull Hancock away from the festivities, they asked why Goodneighbor’s settlers -- some of the baddest, seediest drifters in the ‘Wealth -- were being nice to them.

“It’s cause I told them to, Sunshine.” Hancock’s smile dominated his face, pressing the apples of his cheeks so high that Sole almost missed his wink. “Just wanted tonight to be perfect for you. I’m sure the holidays make you miss home.”

Sole shrugged dismissively, making Hancock’s grin momentarily falter. “Well, you’re missing one tradition. And that one’s my favorite.”

“Anything you want, Sole.” Hancock snaked a hand around their waist. “Just name it.”

Sole cut across the small distance between them with a kiss. Hancock chuckled into their mouth, and Sole finally pulled back with an equally as large smile.

MacCready: Sole had planned a quiet New Year’s Eve in Sanctuary, and MacCready wasn’t complaining. He usually liked celebrating the holiday somewhere boozier like the Third Rail or the Dugout Inn, but that was when he was a lone wolf with only himself to watch out for. Lounging on the couch nibbling on snacks Preston helped bake and watching Sturges unsuccessfully try to fix the radio was far more relaxing. And he knew Sole would stay safe... as long as they stayed away from the cookies Preston had overbaked.

“Having fun?” Sole curled up next to MacCready and handed him a Nuka Cola. “We ran out of booze when Cait got here. Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” MacCready took the bottle but set it on the table in front of them. Then the radio kicked on -- much to Sturges amusement -- and MacCready stood to offer his hand. “Care to dance?”

The two spun in slow circles across the crumbling, war-torn living room of Sole’s old house. They danced past empty picture frames that used to hold photographs of Sole and their spouse cradling baby Shaun. Over the shredded carpet where Sole unboxed Codsworth over 200 years ago.

None of it mattered. They had each other, and that was plenty to celebrate.

At the end of the song, MacCready leaned in and kissed Sole. It was a soft, romantic kiss just like in the pre-war movies. And it was perfect.

“Couldn’t wait until the countdown,” MacCready chuckled. “Do I still get another chance in the new year?”

Preston: Preston wanted New Year’s Eve to be perfect for Sole. Not only were they the Minutemen’s most hardworking general and therefore deserving of some appreciation, but Preston’s biggest crush. He spent days finding something sparkling for Sole to toast to (albeit it was boozy Nuka Cola Quantum). Then several more days hunting for salvageable champagne flutes. By the time he had pieced together a charcuterie board of mirelurk meat, Takahashi’s noodles and Sugar Bombs covered in syrup, Sole hadn’t seen him since Christmas.

When they entered their quarters to see the food spread out across their table, Preston’s face was blushed nearly purple. “I thought you deserved a break,” he admitted sheepishly. “I know you like to work through the holidays. Someone has to, I guess. But if you wouldn’t mind counting down the new year with me tonight...”

Sole was happy to spend the evening drinking and dancing to Diamond City radio. Travis eventually rang in the new year while Preston and Sole were sitting on the desk littered with the remnants of Preston’s food spread. Sole leaned over and kissed Preston as soon as the croaky-voiced DJ said happy new year. When they pulled away, Preston ran his hand rhythmically across Sole’s back.

“Well, happy new year to you, too, General.” Then he leaned in for a second kiss.

Piper: Piper was awoken by someone tugging on her arm. She jumped upright in her chair with a gasp as the stranger shoved a glass of wine in her hand, then ran across the newsroom to turn up the Diamond City station on the radio.

“Wake up, Piper!” It was Sole, who was enthusiastically waving their own wine in the air. “You fell asleep editing again. You were going to miss the countdown.”

Piper pulled off a paper that had stuck to her forehead and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor. “You nearly scared me to death, Blue.” Her voice was tense but appreciative. She would have hated to miss the weird pre-war tradition her and Nat usually celebrated together. Her sister had fallen asleep on the couch hours ago.

“I think you mean you’re welcome.” Sole hopped themselves to sit on Piper’s desk, brushing their knees against the side of her chair. “Need to get your responses checked like Takahashi? I think your malfunctioning.”

Instead of a retort, Piper listened to Travis count down the new year. When it ended, the two friends both screamed happy new year! and clinked their glasses together, downing the respective drinks in one long gulp.

“What other traditions did you like to do back in the day?” Piper stood to refresh her drink, and Sole took her collar to pull her closer. They leaned upwards to catch her lips in a soft kiss, only pulling away when Piper placed her hand on their knee.

“Too much?” Sole chuckled and played with the stem of their glass. “That’s something couples do to ring in the new year. I know we’re not officially dating but --”

They were cut off by Piper returning the kiss.

Nick: Nick was an old soul, so there wasn’t any doubt that he wouldn’t have planned the perfect evening on New Year’s Eve. He decorated the agency and opened it to a small group of friends in Diamond City including Ellie, Piper, Nat, Vadim and -- of course -- Sole. The group drank and danced to the radio, swapping stories of what antics everyone had gotten up to over the past year.

Nick eventually pulled Sole aside and offered to fetch them a drink, which Sole politely declined. “I haven’t seen enough of you tonight,” they admitted, nudging his side with their elbow and eliciting a chuckle from the detective. “But don’t get me wrong: you’re a perfect host. I could have never pulled something like this together.”

“Perish the thought, Sole.” He took their hand and brought their knuckles to his lips. “You can do anything.”

“Can I get a New Year’s kiss?” Sole batted their eyelashes in a comically innocent way. 

Nick leaned forward to give them a chaste one, but Sole wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled him into something deeper. He chuckled against them, eventually pulling away when he could hear snickering from the other guests. “Weren’t we supposed to wait for the countdown?”

Sole shook their head. “New world, new rules.”

X6-88: As usual, X6 was leaned against a far wall observing the crowd instead of partaking in it. He had no desire to drink to the new year; as far as he was concerned, every day not working towards humanity’s future was time wasted. People’s incessant need to mark every milestone irked him, and he showed it by brooding far away from the New Year’s Eve party.

Sole saddled up beside him. His posture slightly deflated as he relaxed into Sole’s familiar presence. “So, what’s your New Year’s resolution? An old pre-war tradition. You vow to make some big change to your life and accomplish it by the end of the year.”

X6 took a moment to consider. “Improve the Institute by catching runaway synths.”

Sole shook their head. “No, it has to be something personal. For example, I made a pact with Preston to lose five pounds.” They slapped their hip, and the leathery sound brought a chuckle to X6′s lips. “Been hitting the Sugar Bombs too hard.”

“Your health is in an optimal state,” X6 assured. “But I suppose my resolution would be to... act on more impulse. Too much calculation can slow anyone down.”

“Trust your gut!” Sole encouraged, melding closer to him on the wall. “What’s your gut saying now?”

X6 leaned down and gave Sole a quick kiss. It was over nearly before it began, leaving Sole giddy and lightheaded. “Partake in more traditions,” he teased.

[shadestar413]

I remember the first time I met Preston I was like "can I romance him?" And I think I asked the same question for Piper too

Then I met Nick and Hancock and all my simping was targeted towards them

Then I met Kent and Jack and fell for them too-

LITERALLY

Like, oh he’s cute, oh she’s cute too! (Also a Cait enjoyer so)

The non romance-able synths though,,,

Kent is just babey though sweet lil fella I enjoy his quest line :3

Has never played through the Cabot’s line though <\3

[ftbhedges]

✸ ✸ Faces of the Free Trader Beowulf Coven ✸ ✸

Name: Sethos “Seth” [Surname Redacted] (FC: Rami Malek) Hails From: No Record of Citizenship in Any Known Country Discipline: Technokinesis; Technopathy Known For: Socially awkward; Matrix-level hacker; long string of binary code tattoo on the back of neck

Name: Prudence “Rue” Arabella Attaway (FC: Antonia Thomas) Hails From: London, England Discipline: Pyromancy Known For: Uses heavy London slang; literal hothead; unrecognized granddaughter of Lady Abra Zabini; sigil finger tattoos for pyrotechnics

Name: Howell Del Rosario (FC: Jacob Batalon) Hails From: Philippines Discipline: Invisible Energy Field Detection Known For: Interpreting hedge witch disciplines; soft-spoken; guide for new safehouse regulars

Name: Tess Janssen (FC: Emmy Raver-Lampman) Hails From: Birmingham, England (Caribbean descent) Discipline: Illusionist Known For: West End leading lady; gets along with everyone; ancient Anansi bloodline; large spider tattoo on thigh

Name: Ralph Wickers (FC: Chance Perdomo) Hails From: Leeds, England Discipline: Precognition; Dream Manipulation Known For: Sleeping; underdeveloped interpersonal skills; picky eater; collection of watercolor dream journals Currently: Was murdered and resurrected via voodoo as a ‘zombie’; locked up in safehouse closet 

Name: Olivia Sage “Fish” Fisher (FC: Jessica Henwick) Hails From: Geneva, Switzerland Discipline: Umbrakinetic Constructs (i.e. shadow magic) Known For: Manages the Unnamed Bar; has a manifested familiar binturong named Ghost; loyal but flighty

Name: Nathaniel “Nate” Preston Pinnock (FC: Hale Appleman) Hails From: New York City, U.S.A. Discipline: Variable Manipulation; Probability Magic Known For: A lot...he’s famous; high-functioning addict; bartender at the Unnamed Bar; picks up tuts easily; safehouse gatekeeper; reigning Push champion (and loves to brag about it); Oathbreaker’s Sigil on hand

Name: Harriet Eleanor Pinnock (FC: Kristen Stewart) Hails From: New York City, U.S.A. Discipline: Unknown Known For: By far the smartest person in the safehouse; calling her brother on his bullshit; having her own LIFE unlike the rest of these codependent assholes

Name: Xiomara Winters (FC: Carlson Young) Hails From: France Discipline: Entropy Manipulation Known For: Still pretty sour about this whole thing tbh; struggles with tuts; begrudging safehouse Queen; brought home a stray Kneazle named Ange; will go “boom” if provoked so don’t fuck with her, fellas; Oathbreaker’s Sigil on hand (glamoured out of sight)

Name: Kamala Rivers (FC: Phoebe Tonkin) Hails From: Bristol, England Discipline: Cell Manipulation Known For: Sixth form college science geek; resident safehouse newbie; is a triplet; plays field hockey

Name: Ajai ���AJ” Ramesh (FC: Dev Patel) Hails From: Leicester, England Discipline: Physical Magic; Travelling Known For: Wanted by the Ministry of Magic and Lib-Con (for different reasons); button presser; ironically has a car

Name: Charumati “Ruma” Ramesh (FC: Freida Pinto) Hails From: Leicester, England Discipline: Consciousness State Inducement/Manipulation Known For: Licensed hypnotherapist; secretly psychoanalyzes everyone at the safehouse; a genuinely thoughtful and caring person

[world-class-pizza-pals]

...You know, i wonder what happened to you guys.

I thought you both were just some "evil pizza things", but, haha, guess not. These anonymous Tumblr users really have to do these things, huh?

-🌽👓 (uh oh!!! it's himmmmm!!!!!! wait why are you here in pizza tower corn vro... GET OU)

[Since all 3 pizzas aren't really in a good state to answer questions...]

{🍅} A lot has happened to them, from what Pizzaheads told us..

{🧀} And it KEEPS on happening!

{🍅} We wish we could help more so the pizzas wouldn't be so overwhelmed by those anon fellas. :(

[Meanwhile with Morel...]

{🍄} Its quite the shame. They seem evil at first, and despite their misdeeds, their both.. well, not human, but you know what I mean.

[And meanwhile with Preston in DMAS.]

{🍍} ... God. At this point, EVERYONES gonna die! And...

[The backroom reeked of uncertainty.]

{🍍} .. why is it louder.

[the-firebird69]

And the aborigine name is nice people looking it up and they see it and our friends suggest this one it shows what he is and he's muscle bound and it's intense and we look like this. I think this is a great idea and we can have a rescue Rangers but this would be one of the patches. I call it Roger up here and he says no but OK he might OK because it's like this inexpensive cheap car and when you stamped like they stamped the whole thing top and bottom and they stick it together. And we might wanna see that and he says we might because we might be the board members and we get that.

brad

It's our car you can't steal it but we see what you're saying you might wanna make it up here and just stamp it and takes tons of less time and we get the stamping technique. . And that would be encouraging for other stuff you want to try and do and against the max. We're gonna go ahead with this now

We're gonna go ahead with this nowbja

i have to hellp this rocks

bill we needed this they do too hahahah big fella and ok Our friend says when he is 6 8 he can fight Roger. And Roger has to have his claws covered and he won't hurt Roger we know it's tough animals are very powerful when you see this guy though

when you see this guy though

preston

now dont hurt our kangaroo ahahah lol no way ok. we shall hope he wont hurt you. and nah he says me at 6;8 roger will be willco and out and hahaha good no you will loe. ok will...lose lol

bja

no way your wrong. w esee it now you have to fight all lol hhaah

brad

it worked damnit hahaha lol too well and no im not trump ahahah lol need beer manf and now

hulk hogan

we have several plants that will be available next week we test it then. then call him up.

Thor Freya

good test it for funcction, delivery the say good. and mb just deliver there and we see it. and why. mine there. and theirs. and fights no. it is convenient. i will try to ccall them now. i hear it can do it now but harsh. but i see how it is there

Hulk Hogan

we do this shortly

Olympus

[jrpneblog]

Milly`s trilogy sends Deepdale silly

A seven minute second half hat-trick lifted the gloom on a chilly Deepdale evening as Osmajic set the ground alight with three superb goals to give North End a 4-1 victory over Huddersfield Town. One down at half time and the season seemed over especially as Norwich were two up at Hillsborough. However, football is a funny old game and with North End`s excellent second half display added to a couple of goals from the Owls ninety miles away a ten point gap suddenly became a five point gap with Norwich the visitors to Deepdale on Saturday. It was a torrid first half for North End with the visitors playing the better football and deserving the lead but after the break North End quickly equalised but only really surged ahead with the introduction of Browne and Osmajic a quarter of an hour from the end.

Ryan Lowe made two changes to the team that started the disappointing draw at Watford on Saturday with Holmes and Frokjaer replacing Osmajic and Whatmough. The visitors started the better but around the twenty minute mark we had five corners on the bounce all which came to nothing. I thought Huddersfield looked the more likely to break the deadlock on the counter attack but both teams struggles to get in meaningful efforts on target in the first quarter of the game. Ten minutes from the break Brady fired a 30 yard effort just over the bar but seven minutes later it was the visitors who took the lead when North End had several attempts to clear the ball before Koroma fired across Freddie Woodman and gave the visitors the lead much to the delight of the 1,292 visiting fans who had made their way from West Yorkshire.

There were a few grumblings as North End left the pitch at the break but we came out with more purpose after the break and took the game to Huddersfield right from the first whistle. There were only seven minutes gone in the second half when Keane was brought down from behind in the box and the striker made no mistake in bringing North End level from the spot. Kean had another huge shout for a penalty but this time the referee waived play on. With fourteen minutes on the clock Ryan Lowe made the two changes that turned the game on its head. Brown and Osmajic were introduced and within seven minutes North End were in the lead. A great ball from Holmes on the right found the big striker and it was 2-1. We hadn't long to wait before Alan Browne put the big fella through and he made no mistake making it 3-1 and winning the points for North End. The Whites weren't done though and when a beautiful from Frokjaer found Osmajic again the striker claimed the match ball and a great North End comeback was complete.

So from a season ending half time position North End live to fight another day and are still just about in the play off race with five games to go. The Canaries visit Deepdale on Saturday for what is the biggest game of the season without doubt where a win could put us right back in the mix and a defeat would be the end of the road for this term. North End showed great fighting spirit in this game and for all the criticism aimed at Ryan Lowe this season you simply have to give credit for substitutions made when they have the impact that Browne and Osmajic did against Huddersfield. It is still odds against North End pulling it off but we have been handed a lifeline and we need to make Deepdale shake to it`s core on Saturday when Norwich City come to town in the big one.

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PRESTON 4-1 HUDDERSFIELD TOWN

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WOODMAN 7

STOREY 7 LINDSAY 7 CUNNINGHAM 6

BRADY 8 McCANN 8 HOLMES 7 HUGHES 7

FROKJAER 7

RIIS 7 KEANE 7

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BROWNE 8

OSMAJIC 9

STEWART 6

MAWENE 6

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MOTM: Milutin Osmajic

Attendance 14,698

Preston Fans 13,406 (91.21%).

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The Brother Trap

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Owen wants to connect with his half-brothers for the first time. Luckily for him, they all go to the same university. Will bad blood between twins keep Owen from the family of his dreams, or is he the missing piece they've always needed?

Chapters: 13/?

Characters: Owen Mercer, Axel Walker, Thad Thawne, Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Deborah Morgna, Preston Lindsay, President Thaddeus Thawne Mention

Relationships: Owen Mercer/Axel Walker, Thad Thawne/Deborah Morgna, PrestonBart

Additional Tags: POV Third Person, College AU, Angst and Fluff, Family Dynamics, Family Issues, No Powers AU

Chapter Thirteen: Every Waking Day

Owen sat in the living room watching tv with Thad. "You weren't being nice to me just because you knew we were brothers, right?" Thad questioned. He lay near Owen on the couch, staring into the screen, expressionless.

"I approached you because I knew we were brothers, but I would've wanted to be your friend even if it turned out differently... If we weren't brothers," Owen answered. A smile spread across Thad's face. "Do you hate that we're brothers?"

"No, not really. I hope it doesn't change too much," Thad replied. Bart tossed himself over the couch and bumped heads with Thad. "Ouch!"

"Shhh, no, no, no. I'm sorry. Don't tell Mom," Bart whispered as he tried to quiet Thad, and they both started laughing. Owen took a deep breath. Bart kissed Thad's forehead.

"Gross!" Thad laughed.

A flash hit the boys, and they all blinked hard before looking up at Meloni with a camera. "Sorry, it's just—. You have no idea how cute you all look right now," Meloni smiled. Bart pushed up his nose and snorted.

"Eww, Bart, stop," Thad laughed as he pushed Bart's face away. He always thought Bart was funny, but he never allowed himself to laugh when he and Bart were at each other's throats.

Owen's phone rang, and he excused himself, stepping outside to take the call. "Hey, Axe," Owen whispered, "Are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?" Axel asked. "Never mind that... I'm just calling to let you know I'm on my way."

Owen scratched his head. He and Axel hadn't talked about that night at the party, and it was all he could think about. "Axe, can we talk about the elephant in the apartment?" Owen asked. He kicked at the air as he paced back and forth.

"Sure, when I pick you up," Axel replied. He was putting it off.

"Axel, you know I've liked you since we met... Is that why it's weird to you?" Owen asked.

"Funny how we're breaking up all of a sudden. See you in five. Bye," Axel replied before hanging up on Owen.

Owen sighed as he put his phone in his pocket and went back inside. "Hey, Mom... Fellas... Axe is on his way to pick me up," Owen announced. Meloni's smile faded, and he opened his arms to hug her.

"I live close by here, so now that I know where you live, I'll come and see you a lot more. I promise Mom," Owen reassured as he picked her up off the ground. "I swear. No mom tears, though." Owen's mind snapped back to the present moment and put Meloni down. That was something he used to do with his adoptive mother. "Sorry..."

Meloni laughed and patted him on the cheek. "No worries. I'm just so happy to have met you," Meloni smiled. Owen nodded and grabbed his duffel bag from upstairs. Owen hated goodbyes almost as much as he hated making first impressions. His phone pinged, and he rushed downstairs.

"See you later, Mom. See you later, guys," Owen replied as he let himself out. Axel stood outside the car and gave him an awkward thumb's up. Owen smiled and nodded. Axel didn't want to pry. "I want you to ask, you know."

"Were they good to you?" Axel asked. Owen grinned.

"They welcomed me with semi-open arms," Owen answered, "Thad's kind of in shock about the whole brother thing, but he's not totally against me being around."

They got in the car, and Axel sat behind the wheel. "It's a big house... She'll probably want you to visit a lot," Axel mumbled.

"You're my family too, Axe. Also, I know that kiss was an accident, but I'd like to kiss you on purpose," Owen paused as he fiddled with the pictures pinned onto the mirror. "If that's what you want too..."

Axel started driving, and he let out a sigh. "I'm in love with you, Owen," Axel confessed, "But it feels weirdly selfish—."

"It's not. It's not selfish to me. If anything, I'm being selfish—."

"You really love me?" Axel interrupted. Owen nodded.

"I love you more than I've ever loved anybody... It's not every day that a guy chooses to spend every waking day of his life with another guy... I mean, it was one thing when we were kids... But we're adults now, and I'm still here because I never once doubted that I loved you," Owen confessed. Axel pulled the car over, nearly jumping the curb as he removed his seatbelt and kissed Owen. Owen unbuckled his seatbelt and returned the kiss with a gentler gesture. He lifted Axel's chin with his knuckle and opened his eyes. "Careful, Axe."

Axel pulled away and faced forward. "I can't believe I did that," Axel whispered.

"You're still my best friend... Even if we kiss from time to time," Owen whispered as he leaned in and offered a quick peck to Axel. "Trust me?"

"Of course I do... Owen, can you promise me something, though?" Axel questioned. Owen nodded. "Can we take it slow?" Owen nodded.

"How slow?" Owen teased.

Axel put his seatbelt on and waited for Owen to do the same before he answered. "We can still kiss and stuff, but—."

"My brothers think you're my boyfriend—."

"Owen!" Axel yelled.

"You kissed me first! Both times," Owen chuckled. Axel's face reddened, and he started driving toward home. "Want me to make dinner?"

"You already know the answer to that," Axel replied. Owen lay back in the car and laughed. "Your mom's way better at cards than I thought she'd be, you know?" Everything felt like it'd fallen into place for Owen. For Axel, things were changing so fast that they made his head spin.