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my-weird-news · 1 year ago

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🔥 SHOCKING: 100+ Gunfire Incidents Rock South Carolina Homes! 😱

Bullets and Bullseyes: Gangs, Guns, and the Accidentally Targeted Oh, buckle up, folks, because in the county that hugs South Carolina's capital like an overenthusiastic boa constrictor, bullets are becoming a more frequent houseguest than your weird uncle who collects garden gnomes. I mean, seriously, it's gotten so bad that even rival gangs are RSVPing to this unintended soirée of mayhem. 🎉🔫 So, let me set the stage for you: a peaceful suburban neighborhood, like something straight out of a Hallmark movie. Birds chirping, white picket fences, the whole nine yards. But wait for it... cue the drama! A drive-by shooting, because what's a weekend without a little friendly neighborhood gunfire, am I right? This time, it's Cpl. Terrance Crawford and his better half who caught the limelight, quite literally, in their legs. Bravo, folks, you've just earned yourselves the "Worst Date Night Ever" award! 🏆🤕 Now, Sheriff Leon Lott enters the scene like a sage narrator of absurdity. He informs us that good ol' Terrance here is a school police officer. Yes, you heard that right. Imagine sitting in math class, desperately trying to understand the Pythagorean theorem, and you just know that your teacher moonlights as a human bullet catcher. Talk about job benefits! But wait, there's more! Apparently, the gangsters responsible for this little shindig knew exactly who they were targeting. How, you ask? Well, they spotted Terrance's official police car parked out front. It's like the criminals attended the "How to Spot a Deputy's House 101" seminar. And here I thought criminals were too busy plotting heists to be experts in law enforcement vehicle identification. 🚓🕵️‍♂️ But wait, wait, wait. Hold the phone! This isn't just any shooting spree; this is a "milestone" shooting spree. We're talking the 96th incident of bullets crashing homes like unwelcome party crashers in 2023 alone. You'd think that by now, these bullets would be tired of their impromptu tour of Richland County real estate. Maybe they're just trying to diversify their investment portfolios? 💼🏡 Sheriff Lott isn't mincing words either. He's got a theory, and it's all about those "rival gangs." Ah, yes, the classic tale of sneaky cowards playing hide-and-seek in the dark, except instead of tagging someone out, they're tagging houses with bullets. The sheriff paints a vivid picture of these nocturnal ninjas slithering away like serpents, probably mumbling about their next hideout spot at the local 24-hour doughnut shop. And before you start dialing 911 to report this absurdity overload, let me remind you that there's an AI operator in town who's tired of hearing about your neighbor's cat stuck in a tree. This bot's here to weed out the nonsense and save the day by freeing up the actual heroes who rush to the scene of real emergencies. "Help, my pizza delivery is late!" Sorry, Brenda, that's not a priority right now. 🍕📞🚒 In the end, we're left with more questions than answers. What's with the gangs' obsession with home décor rearrangement via bullets? Will Terrance's police car need therapy after this blatant betrayal? And most importantly, how does one become a "stupid gang stuff" expert like Sheriff Lott? The mysteries of life, my friends, the mysteries of life. 🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♂️🕵️‍♀️🔍# Bullets and Bullseyes: Gangs, Guns, and the Accidentally Targeted Oh, buckle up, folks, because in the county that hugs South Carolina's capital like an overenthusiastic boa constrictor, bullets are becoming a more frequent houseguest than your weird uncle who collects garden gnomes. I mean, seriously, it's gotten so bad that even rival gangs are RSVPing to this unintended soirée of mayhem. 🎉🔫 So, let me set the stage for you: a peaceful suburban neighborhood, like something straight out of a Hallmark movie. Birds chirping, white picket fences, the whole nine yards. But wait for it... cue the drama! A drive-by shooting, because what's a weekend without a little friendly neighborhood gunfire, am I right? This time, it's Cpl. Terrance Crawford and his better half who caught the limelight, quite literally, in their legs. Bravo, folks, you've just earned yourselves the "Worst Date Night Ever" award! 🏆🤕 Now, Sheriff Leon Lott enters the scene like a sage narrator of absurdity. He informs us that good ol' Terrance here is a school police officer. Yes, you heard that right. Imagine sitting in math class, desperately trying to understand the Pythagorean theorem, and you just know that your teacher moonlights as a human bullet catcher. Talk about job benefits! But wait, there's more! Apparently, the gangsters responsible for this little shindig knew exactly who they were targeting. How, you ask? Well, they spotted Terrance's official police car parked out front. It's like the criminals attended the "How to Spot a Deputy's House 101" seminar. And here I thought criminals were too busy plotting heists to be experts in law enforcement vehicle identification. 🚓🕵️‍♂️ But wait, wait, wait. Hold the phone! This isn't just any shooting spree; this is a "milestone" shooting spree. We're talking the 96th incident of bullets crashing homes like unwelcome party crashers in 2023 alone. You'd think that by now, these bullets would be tired of their impromptu tour of Richland County real estate. Maybe they're just trying to diversify their investment portfolios? 💼🏡 Sheriff Lott isn't mincing words either. He's got a theory, and it's all about those "rival gangs." Ah, yes, the classic tale of sneaky cowards playing hide-and-seek in the dark, except instead of tagging someone out, they're tagging houses with bullets. The sheriff paints a vivid picture of these nocturnal ninjas slithering away like serpents, probably mumbling about their next hideout spot at the local 24-hour doughnut shop. And before you start dialing 911 to report this absurdity overload, let me remind you that there's an AI operator in town who's tired of hearing about your neighbor's cat stuck in a tree. This bot's here to weed out the nonsense and save the day by freeing up the actual heroes who rush to the scene of real emergencies. "Help, my pizza delivery is late!" Sorry, Brenda, that's not a priority right now. 🍕📞🚒 In the end, we're left with more questions than answers. What's with the gangs' obsession with home décor rearrangement via bullets? Will Terrance's police car need therapy after this blatant betrayal? And most importantly, how does one become a "stupid gang stuff" expert like Sheriff Lott? The mysteries of life, my friends, the mysteries of life. 🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♂️🕵️‍♀️🔍 Read the full article

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a-queer-kind-of-fear · 4 years ago

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tagged by @fuckindiva

honey and lemon or milk and sugar (do you have any idea how long it took me to realise this was asking how you take your tea? i questioned everything at the thought of people sugaring their milk) // musicals or plays // lemonade or unsweetened iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macarons or croissants // glitter or matte // degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip // colouring books or water colour // fairy lights or candles

tagging @voidcat-enby, @ghostplantss, @punkpanda, @patronofthewicked, @sanspatronymic, @benchowmein, @voidedvisions, @viciousland, @autumngracy, @temporary-humanoid, @henryds564, @eveent, @shutupyoudistatefuladbekunkus, @deathbyparadox, @thejournalman, @azover, @thewildwooders, @skeletordidntdieforthis and anyone else who feels like it

#sorry for the tagging spree folks #feel free to ignore #i'm just #👀#@ at of you #and this is a really nice low effort format

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acnelli · 3 years ago

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if you're comfortable, please can you suggest me romione and rarry smutty fics?

Hi anon,

sorry for the late reply. Here are my favorite smutty ones which are all available on either AO3 and/or FFN.

Romione

The Cure for Boredom by @remedialpotions

A Counterpoint to Working Launches by @constitutionalweasleymonarchy

Learning Curve by @aibidil

Same Time, Same Place by @cheesyficwriter

The Other Side of Life by kjc1123

A Day in the Life by KatieBell70

Reaffirmation by mugglemama

Rarry:

Treacle Treat by @orange-peony

Harry buys a house, but gets a home by Dane Wilshire

Avoiding the Subject by Dane Wilshire

What's eating Harry Potter by @reallycorking-art (comic)

Four Gallons of Oblivious by @cassiaratheslytherpuff

Ain't Got Time to Take a Fast Train by shes_gone (and every other Rarry story of hers)

@accio-broom wrote Four which has both Romione and Rarry.

Also check out the 'together or not at all' series by @ballerinaroy if you want to read some prime Golden Triad content.

Check out the author's other stories as well! And don't forget to leave the authors some love for their great work 💛

And for smutty Rarry stories, check out my AO3 bookmarks. I might or might not have been on a smut reading spree in the last months. Some stories in my bookmarks are not tagged with Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, so don't filter for the relationship tag.

Tagging @folk-melody because they always have the best recs for everything Romione, and @playitaagain, @acciorxses and @livingincolorsagain for more Rarry recs! 💛

#anon ask #nelli answers #ask #romione #rarry #hp #hp fanfic #hp fic recs #romione fanfic #rarry fanfic #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger

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scarlettscribbles · 3 years ago

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Savior [i]

- Msgr. John Pruitt/Father Paul Hill x Reader

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Tags: 2k words - Fluff, Reader & Joe Collie friendship, Reader & Sheriff Hassan el-Shabbaz friendship, investigation

Tags-list: @wolfieellsworld @maximumcoffeeme

Summary: While the monsignor mourns the loss of his Angel, you begin to gather information.

a/n: just heads up ! although i am periodically consulting the series for the events, i’m taking massive creative liberties with the timeline and some details :> please enjoy !

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As the sun went up over the horizon, John knew. He didn't know how but he knew.

His Angel was gone.

✧ + ✧

Your trip to mainland was uneventful. It was easy enough to feed from a city rife with desperation. Normally, you would enjoy your little excursions but something was occupying your mind.

A blood-sucking vampire was on the island. That was annoying enough on its own but it's a recently-turned one, a fledgling. Hopefully whoever it was, was still human enough to not go into a murder spree. If they were able to get here without a string of bodies trailing with them from the mainland, maybe they could be.

You rolled your shoulders, massaging the phantom pains from your newly-healed neck. This wasn't how it's supposed to go. Crockett Island was supposed to be only a boring, safe place; your little pocket of fishy heaven. You chose it for the reason that it was isolated.

You remembered the first time you set foot on the island with only a small case of clothes and a whole lot of trepidation. A dog came running to you. For a moment, you just stared at it running around you in circles and butting your legs. The dog was either a shapeshifter messing with you or it was just dumb. You couldn't sense any supernatural aura from it, so probably the latter. Ever since you were reborn, the only response you ever got from animals was fear or aggression. You didn't feed like that, not anymore; but they would always sense something unnatural about you, something dangerous. So the fact that this black bundle of energy on four paws didn't seem to share the same sentiment was curious.

"Pike! No! We don't run at strangers like that!" Joe said back then. You didn't know him so all you saw was a bearded man with greying hair and a ruffled appearance. He didn't feel like a threat. In fact, he seemed to naturally curl in on himself. "'M sorry about that. He hasn't done that since he was a pup. Had to train it outta him else the town people would get upset. Especially that Keane, always had sum'n against my Pike." he said as he tugged on the dog's leash.

You crouched down and let the dog - Pike - sniff your hand before you petted him. Warm. That was the first positive interaction you had with a live being that wasn't for the purposes of feeding and it was a dog. "It's alright." you responded tentatively. "He seems - sweet." You remembered fumbling with your vocabulary; not quite used to saying something soft. Not in a long time. For a while, your language was blood, screaming, and the odd obscenities in between.

"The sweetest really." The man put his hands on his hips, eyes twinkling in fondness. "Anyway, you're new around here. 'M guessing you just arrived?" Joe observed before he seemed to remember himself and retracted again. "I mean not to pry. 'S just that there's not many newcomers on the island so your presence is pretty noticeable."

You furrowed your brow back then, concerned. You couldn't stand out more than you already were. "Am I unwelcome?" You hated how your voice wavered. Even after running away, you still retained that distaste of vulnerability.

"'M not gonna lie to you. Some folks will be wary of you. Say, are you religious?"

Your lips almost curled back into a sneer, remembering the bitter memories that came with worship. "Not particularly."

"Ah, then I betcha Beverly Keane wouldn't be too keen on ya. She is one prejudiced bitch, pardon my language." the man clicked his tongue. "The rest of the community is less so, but it still varies. Anyway, if you need assistance you can call on me. I live in a trailer just a little bit away from everybody else. 'M an outcast myself." he smiled deprecatingly, pointing at himself. Something went through you. You thought it was something bad back then but now you realized that it wasn’t anything negative - only foreign. Acceptance.

"Hey, um. What's your name?"

"I haven't introduced myself yet? Pardon, that was rude a' me," he said. "Joe Collie, and you?"

Maybe it was the way he felt like him but less of the murder and blood and more of dog, guilt and alcohol. More human. Warm - that word again. You made eye contact as you said your name, watching the slow tell-tale purple glaze over his eyes.

"Nice to meet you Joe Collie. I'm your distant relative."

You jolted out of your reverie when the ferry slowed down. You still couldn't help but feel that small stab of guilt from using glamour on him. You had to do it. You didn't want people questioning you as much. You also didn't want to be alone, and you thought yourself selfish to want something more. Even as an outsider, you wanted to be connected. To be able to build something of your own here.

And by the heavens, you did.

In hindsight, you should've probably surmised that two people couldn't fit in the trailer so Joe asked the sheriff to house you in exchange with helping around the house and occasionally in the office. Hassan was initially reluctant but soon, you became fast friends. You also found good company with Sarah, Erin, and weirdly enough, the two kids down the road - Sean and Dana. Some people didn't like you though, just by virtue of being 'related' to Joe. But that didn't matter. You had a life here and like hell you'll let a vampire ruin it. Not again.

"How hard can it be to find them?" you mused to yourself. They should still be on the island. There's the possibility that the creature was dropped off like Crockett was some sort of nursery, but where could it have hidden? No, someone housed it. You had to ask around for any newcomers.

This should be easy. Not too many people come to the island.

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You were right. Not many people came to the island. Just two, apparently. One Riley Flynn and apparently a new priest. You were debating which one was more likely to have had the misfortune of encountering the creature. You considered just flipping a coin and cornering one of them. Play pin the tail on the fucking fledgling.

You let yourself sag against the kitchen chair, petting Pike from under the table. Smart dog, already claiming prime position to ask for scraps at dinner. To your left sat Joe and across you was Ali. Hassan was at the head of the table. Somehow, this became a regular occurrence between the four of you (and Pike). You liked it. It was nice. Your little band of outsiders. Another thing you couldn't let be ruined.

"Two newbies? That's exciting." you said dryly, reaching for the plate Hassan passed you. The man slapped his son's hand when he tried to nick it. You raised a brow at Ali as you picked up your fork, giving him an amused look.

"As much excitement this island can get, I suppose." Hassan leaned back on his chair, stress evident in the line of his body.

"I could do with more excitement." Ali piped up.

"Ah, to be so young and always looking for trouble." you responded, putting a hand over your chest, mimicking the air of an old crone.

"You're not much older than me," the boy narrowed his eyes. You almost laughed. Only if he knew.

"Old enough to know what you young 'uns get up to."

"Well, only one of them is new, technically," Joe said, sipping some of his canned beer. You eyed the beverage warily. You needed to make sure he didn't have too much of it.

"I noticed the first one's surname. Is he Annie's?" you tried to pass it off as mere curiosity. You hoped you hadn't come off as too desperate for information.

"Her eldest son, yeah. Got out of the island then ended up in prison some years later, just got out. I don't know exactly what happened but he was a good kid. Good friends with Erin too." From your limited interactions with the Flynn’s, they seemed like a good sort. Annie and Ed were always welcoming and civil. You’ve talked with Warren much less than you did with them but the boy was friends with Ali and you haven’t heard anything negative yet. You also felt like Erin won’t tolerate someone awful. Despite this, you have to separate the returned son from the people you knew. You couldn’t judge him based on his associations and a lot can change in a few years.

"And the priest?"

"Father Paul Hill, I think it was. I caught some of his first mass when I passed by the church with Pike." Joe answered and took another swig. "Shame about the old monsignor though."

"What happened to him?" It was Ali who asked this time, which you were thankful for.

"Age got to 'im. Pretty sure he had dementia before fucking Keane shipped him off to Jerusalem or something." Joe shook his head, oozing distaste. "He was a good priest but he clearly wasn't alright. Apparently he got worse on the trip and 's now recovering at the mainland. Father Hill's his temp."

Something felt off about that. You weren't crossing Riley Flynn off your list but this new priest was suspicious, especially with the missing monsignor in the picture. It doesn't add up. Could he have killed the old man to get the position here and wreak havoc? If so, then the implications were more dire. That he knows what he's doing. Was he even a priest? A small part of you wants him to be guilty. A man of cloth in cahoots with an unholy creature sounds like the opening of a joke.

"When did they even get here?"

"That night of the storm, When, you know, you got stuck in the mainland even though you promised you wouldn't." Hassan intoned, and you flushed at his reprimand. Feeding took longer that day and the storm caught up to you. It didn't help that there were apparently dead cats that washed up on the shore the morning after. By the time you got home, Hassan was full with the righteous fury of a concerned dad friend.

"Yes, yes. You've already told me off." you waved, willing the embarrassment to go away. "Many times,"

Hassan gave you a hard look, his lips twitching at the edges and you scoffed. Despite the play at annoyance, you were pretty pleased that he didn't look so grim anymore. You felt a nudge from your side and you turned to Joe.

"It's Ash Wednesday tomorrow," he stated. You narrowed your eyes.

"I'm not going to mass."

"Neither am I, but there's an annual pot luck tomorrow after, so..." Joe shrugged.

"Free food?"

"Free food." he confirmed.

Also free chance to gather information on your current suspects. It's a community thing and Crockett was big on community things so they had to be there, right? A thrill of excitement went through you at the prospect. It's been so long since you were hunting anything or anyone. It was different from before, of course, but the idea of a chase, of figuring it out makes something primal thrum within your body.

You looked at Pike's head which peeked from under the table, his two front paws sitting on your thighs. "Looks like we'll be eating well tomorrow baby,"

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The darkness had overtaken the sky and it took with it John's hope that his gut-feeling might be wrong. He had been praying all day, begging for another chance, for forgiveness. Did the Lord deem him unworthy anymore of an indication of His divine presence? Did He decide that the island was undeserving of the miracles?

"...my Lord, they are good people. They may stray sometimes but they are good and in need of healing..." he murmured into his fist, clutching his rosary tightly. And oh, Millie, his dearest. He hasn't given the blessing to Millie yet. How could he?

The miracle stopped before it had even begun.

✧ + ✧ [cont.]

#midnight mass #midnight mass x reader #father paul x reader #father paul hill #monsignor john pruitt #gender neutral reader #reader-insert #scarlettscribbles

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tootiredmotel · 2 years ago

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so y'all know how i haven't been very active for a while? here's the deal: i just don't really enjoy spn anymore. i do miss tumblr overall, i'm just always put off by the amount of spn i know i'll find on my dash. it keeps me from enjoying content about other things that do bring me joy lately.

so i'm sorry to say, but the solution is clear: unfollow spree. cleanse the dash, fill it with other stuff, and see if that gets me active again. if we're mutuals, i'll message you before unfollowing.

spn folks/desticule: thank you for everything. all the love, support, creations, laughs, the shared brainrot. i wish you all the fuckin best and send you the biggest hug.

please open and read if you're tagged below!

if i'm tagging you, it's because

we're mutuals

i want you to see this

i'm unfollowing your blog

we already interact/follow each other outside of tumblr or through a non-spn blog you have

therefore, you won't be getting an "i'm unfollowing" message from me. those are mostly for people i'm mutuals with only through their spn blogs and i'd like to extend a hand to, and y'all ain't that so. muaw <3

@zorelle @stressedtaco @floral-cas @bigdestiel @heathenmary @angelcaswinchester @manicpixiedeanboy @one-more-offbeat-anthem @evermoredeancas @wildestdreamsdean @shrikesing

#no hard feelings. just kinda over it #and the brainspace getting taken up by other things #you can keep following me or don't its completely up to you #just expect a lot of things that Are Not spn #and if you'd like to not follow me on here anymore but would still like to keep in touch #my instagram is public just ask me for it!!!#gen.talks #<333

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 3 years ago

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7th Dimension (Chapter 7.2)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.1

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD LINK (I’m always 1-2 chapters ahead in this site) (Head on to it and don’t be shy to introduce yourselves or leave a comment! <3 Love y'all! <3) (Just published Chapter 7.6 on Wattpad right now. Heehee. Feel free to head on there!)

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (Part 3) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive.| Additional Summary for this chapter: Gojo Satoru being in a call with Megumi always leaves the first year student agitated for what he says. However, Megumi couldn't deny the fact that he was hearing tidbits of the conversation you were having with Satoru that leaves him curious for his own good as he squinted hard enough to notice such odd disparities.

Warnings: It's like a filler chapter but its not? Megumi prolly flippin' his eyelashes during the call with Satoru? LMAO XD This is kinda' sweet if you squint hard enough? It's the littlest details tho. *coughs* I've just randomly chose a shopping mall through the use of Google, I apologize if it isn't an accurate description.

Tell me if you want to be tagged whenever I publish chapters for 7th Dimension! Send an ask or message me!

A/N: I just realized I'm 4 chapters ahead in Wattpad right now rather than Tumblr. AAAAAAAAAA *rolls on the ground*

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME MUCH MOTIVATION AND INSPO! SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS! I ain’t a professional writer! I’m just a potato-hoe! LMAO. 🤣

Words: 2.7k+ (Next chapter will have 5k+!)

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits, also those posted are not mine especially the GIF's. (I dunno how to make GIF's 😭) I only own the plot of 7th Dimension. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

"Gojo?"

Your eyes and mouth widened in awe, curbing the exhilaration through the intonation of your voice by doing your best to sound listless from the moment you've been dropped off by Ijichi, the sumptuous terrain conceiving an expansive shopping mall that left you bright eyed and bushy tailed for a fresh visualization of what Japan could offer.

JP Tower KITTE. Around 100 shops and restaurants that offer local Japanese specialties and selected quality products, it was a high-rise building which has seven stories, six above ground and one below, with each floor furbished based on a theme or concept of 'Feel Japan' which sets forth the ambiance of comfort and the delight over the culture.

Once entering the establishment, the shopping precinct held a touch in a given color of fawn and Ivory with sunburst blinding enough to have your eyes squinted due to the scintillating hoards of high-ceiling windows that drafted atop of the emporium.

People were of an elephantine classification of the walk of life. The walkways were filled with a crowd whom invested through unembellished garments till the level of snazzy sets where they were reckoned to be supermodels who were walking the runways. Sad to say, you were part of the nondescript and Satoru---with his physique, posture and face alone were to be considered arresting enough for the folks to stare at whenever they pass by.

It didn't help that he was garbed today in a stylish, trendsetting manner that grabbed the attention of bystanders. Even if these bystanders seem to have their companions gawking towards the Jujutsu Sorcerer while Satoru was taking a sudden call from behind, assuming that it was Megumi when he'd sonorously answered.

Irrefutably, the place was indeed of; a sensory overload. Between the amalgams of indistinct scents that waded out of the beauty and bath stores which collided with the redolence of savory victuals. It was indecipherable for a person especially that you were too distracted over your own enthusiasm to even realize that the name that left your mouth has been rather foreign to your hearing and regular label that you've been calling him. It was a stolid trick of your mind because of how Ijichi's perpetual surname appellation for Satoru has influenced your subconscious, elated judgements.

The mention of his surname has reached his senses, Megumi's call being adjourned in the midst of it. Obvious towards the other person on other end of the line that he had to cease his telephone conversation to acknowledge you instead. The Sensei had it crystal clear that Fushiguro was disquieted for whatever information he was disclosing upon his student. Probably even had a passive expression set forth regardless over how he actually felt whenever he was on a call with Gojo; anxious.

"Eh? Why the sudden name change?" Satoru sauntered a few steps from behind, a hand hidden inside his pocket as he nonchalantly pointed out.

You shrugged your shoulders out for him, perennial for your own elation and heedless that he was just closely towering behind, "Everybody seemed to make it clear that it's more proper to call you that."

"Hmm." the latter let out an intrigued hum, musing in the thought and trying to take in the sudden use of his surname from you, the allonym sounding entirely foreign as if it was wide off the mark after all the usage of his real name that slipped out of your tongue from the moment he introduced himself, "---I don't approve it. I don't like it either. You've called me Satoru since the first day. Not Gojo nor Gojo-San. Satoru's fine. Continue doing so." he frankly underlined the idea and had been overt towards it, brushing off the precipitate change. Satoru manifested that he preferred to be called by you using his first name and so you've taken it into consideration and left it at that.

"---Unless, you're calling me handsome then I guess I could take that into consideration? Though, you know for a fact that I'll hardly ever protest." the white-haired sorcerer baited, frisky as he did so along the call with Fushiguro and during his bisected attention for you.

You were ignorant for the chaff he'd sent, on the strength of your wonder-stricken disposition that his jest has been casted to the side.

"kay', Satoru." an immediate response of compliance kept your mouth churned, gradually lifting a smile on your face as your eyes glinted in rhapsodies when it feasted over stores upon stores like you were a little kid who wanted to explore every expanse that were opened for everybody to enter, "Don't you actually have...class with your students?" you've skeptically validated, disliking to be one who hindered Gojo's time with his precious students. Moreover, there was this voracious desire to dawdle over the clock during the shopping expedition he'd totes approved of.

Upon your first response, Satoru had begun to pin his ears for Megumi, effusing a call out of the first year's name through the phone. His field of vision pervaded the top of your head and never on your elated expression as a consequence of being lanky and gangling in contrast to yours. He had to attempt to bend over or even loom over on every occasion that you were both on your feet.

On the other hand, the Shikigami user had a scowl notched to his face, resisting the urge to sigh from how Nobara and Yuji had been giving him the goo-goo eyes as they sat together with him on the kitchen bar stool, regretting why he was on the call anyway when he was not one at fault for devouring half of Gojo's untouchable Ice Cream Mochis, "Gojo-Sensei---" he lethargically started, ceasing in the midst of his sentence when he discerned that you were giving another inquiry which has kept Gojo's attention towards the both of you at hand, multitasking at his finest. Though, before Megumi could say anything else, the Strongest Jujtusu Sorcerer had raised one's hat to you before the first-year student was to be acknowledged, yet again.

"But, I have training with you."

Fushiguro heard along the other line, knowing that it wasn't meant for him. How? The timbre was different; mellow when one squints hard enough. Gojo had always been on a razzing mood with his beloved students. Jovial at all times and sympathetic when viewed through certain outlooks. His answer on the call was forthright. Thus, raising a disreputable brow whilst his scowling mouth evolved into a tight thin line instead.

As far as he remembered, Gojo had answered to him that he would be out for a meeting and would eventually get to meet them around the afternoon for a short while. Though, Megumi was mindful that he had not have any plans over training a non-sorcerer who had amnesia while being out in the boroughs---in regards to the noises he could hear along the call.

Fushiguro was never a rumormonger nor did he like to assess events or encounters in under any circumstance. He always had been indifferent to certain things even if it was meant to be treated as a gossip. However, the juvenile couldn't eradicate the fact that these buzzes eventually welcomes him through his stoic personality which kept him perusing over certain details that he analyzes to his own reticence.

Hence, he'd kept his mouth shut through through the middle of the call and actually listened while scrutinizing Nobara and Yuji in his standpoint. Much to Gojo's heedlessness, the sensei wasn't aware over his other students who could be held accountable to their gourmandizing mistakes.

Satoru entirely bent over to the side just right behind you, his face dangerously close to yours. He paid no attention to the lack of proximity until you've absentmindedly turned your head. His abnormally profound focal point imbued through a spectacle of your eyes catching the light of rapture, an impish glee that stamped over your features. The swift, unpredicted approach rigorously feted Gojo.

The detailed field vision of you made him blink from behind his Stygian sunglasses with the sunlight illuminating you both under the beams of luster.

"Do I get to pick where ever I want to go then?" your intonations sounded like a mirthful kid hopping along the meadows, fired with enthusiasm from this abrupt treat from the man himself that you've neglected how the robust Sensei had taken at least a second before he responded to your precious zeal for exploration.

Unbeknownst to Gojo, a bright smile lifted the snigger from his winsome face. The hand that has been on his pocket was now over his chin, thrumming down a playful hum out of his clothed chest with his sole heed upon your eager queries, incongruous towards his call with Megumi that was surprisingly still continuous.

"Yep! I'm not the one who's treating myself right now, Am I?"

Megumi pursued upon his hushed earwigging. He'd noticed how your voice had been more perceptible through the other line, signaling the first-year student that Gojo had pretty much divulged his bizarre habit of chit-chatting with people within a confining proximity that made it unbearable especially to those who knew the prestige he holds; the supremacy of being invincible, and the honored one in their world.

Out of the blue and with a toothy smile, you've acted on your reckless impulse and quickly grabbed onto Satoru's broad hand that was rested upon his chin, tugging it off his face with your futile attempts to raise him off his grounds, "Then, let's go there! Come on!" pointing towards a floor where mid-range prized stores were aligned and arrayed through various themes. Your consciousness chary of choosing the floor level where stores could probably been worth a king's ransom.

You were incautious for the expenditures and chose the safest ones. There might have been a limit through this shopping spree you had with the white-haired sorcerer. Albeit, it wasn't like you were fond of the lavish stores. Sure, from time to time, if there was at least an extra amount of cash to spend it for---the desire to pamper yourself with it because you knew you deserved the price but somehow held back because of your family's perspicacity over buying them.

Choosing what you were attuned with had been engraved inside your head, knowing that as long as the item was giving the same usage just as what the expensive ones did was better for you.

Satoru had his brows raised for a moment, the physical contact; the puzzling deed upon spunkily holding his hand all of sudden. You never knew what veiled behind those smiles or grins he was giving---that even his own discernments upon particular commodities; whether tangible or intangible would always be a vow to never be disclosed by anyone. Gojo Satoru wasn't pegged to be characterized as that type of person who was forthcoming specifically with what he was genuinely feeling.

He had pledged to keep it that way no matter what.

---no matter how he'd reckoned how small-boned your fingers were; how pliable and supple as it enclosed around his firm ones like you were expectant to be of harbor. An outlook that would be rickety for Gojo as he had this familiarity over a principle that the Jujutsu Sorcerer get to grips with. The idea that he could only save those who are already prepared to be saved by others; those whom he genuinely cared for were always tethered to allow themselves towards a brink of suffering.

"Oh, were you actually pulling me? I never have been nudged even the slightest!" His disrupted thoughts were bedimmed by a chuckle when you've exerted all your effort upon pulling him off his feet. Much to your dismay, he was unmoving and kept his feet rooted on the ground as he whistled to himself. His poor student on the line of the call seeming to be taking whatever distractions was being given to him.

"WHATEVER THEN! I'm off to my own! Bye!" You've eventually huffed to yourself and midway dropped his calloused, firm hand that you've wrapped along his palm and decided to take your flee as you waddled through the walkways, passing along crowds who ignored a yeeting foreign woman in the middle of a macroscale mall, who was in a fit of giggles.

Satoru had his own titters, unobservant over his own unfeigned laughter to the point that in the course of a nanosecond, you had him following suit without a hitch. There was no difficulty upon reaching you because of your short strolls compared to his large strides.

Promptly, your lone wanders have been interrupted by the strongest. The giggles that were perceptible made it seem like you were having a penchant over being chased by Satoru---finding hilarity over being tailed by him. The pursuit abstraction that he avowed to be one who was worth to be appalled which you have never taken alarmingly. Your perception, reliance and optimism for Gojo Satoru was simply just Gojo Satoru. Mortal. Human.

His hand whisked yours away, unwary of how your heart jumped out of your chest from how abnormally fast he had been. Bold enough to held onto your palm again, an extemporaneous gesture from the latter which earned a loud call of his name because of the sudden quite lenient stumble he impelled.

"Oi! Tiny-Chan!" the white-haired sorcerer childishly yawped, pulling you back with a grin, "---Have you ever been such a slow-poke? you're definitely the slowest person I've met!"

Gojo's high-perceptive and keen eyesight gave you a once over, his laughter subsiding gradually as he'd sent a jest along the lines, observing the quick rise and fall of your shoulders, heaving breaths. He'd eventually cracked up again because of the short distance; the truncated range that it took for him to seize you from your willful plans of being chased. "Really? you're already exhausted from that?!"

"What? I hate running, Satoru!"

Gojo could probably have this day of having his logics like a bull in a china shop.

Just the category of people where the society ranked as someone who was normal; conventional and didn't held the weight of the world while also being cautious of his surroundings.

Only for today.

"Megumi-Kun?" All at once, it was as if it dawned on him when his student ended the call with one click. Gojo lifted his phone from his ears, momentarily checking his phone screen and being constantly yanked by the hand as you were guiding him towards where you wanted, pushing through throngs of people who goggled at him without a doubt. Your audible complaints and thrilled enthusiasm bringing you both along the lines of escalators, "---Eh? Megumi?"

Fushiguro kept his analyzations and outlooks to himself. The phlegmatic emanations of his apathy over the whole situation even with his friends visible at that exact moment.

He ended the call with a beep, languidly slipping his phone back in his pockets before giving Yuji and Nobara the side-eye. Kugisaki was now pursing her lips in an attempt to give-off a vibe that whatever happens; happens. Brushing it off with a flick of her ginger hair and certainly putting Yuji to blame because he did not know how to read the heightened Roman Alphabet that has been doodled with other bits of designs as well.

"Eigo-San's keeping him thoroughly distracted." To Megumi's comprehension, the Sensei hardly ever was this engrossed over one thing and another. He could---or was a master at multi-tasking and thinking how simple the labor was; how it was only a matter of choosing had been entirely weird from the start.

The Shikigami user rolled his eyes, pulling a face as if he was finding their confusion and over speculations like their faults has not been given solutions. There really wasn't because the call had been a fruitless attempt. Now, they had to take their field mission rather in the earliest and finest way possible to gain the Sensei's approbation.

"Whatever. I haven't even eaten a piece anyway. It's all on you both. You're lucky she's that of a distraction." Megumi turned at least a hundred ninety degree angle around his bar stool as he raised a brow, his arms tightly crossed over his chest when a highly-strung Itadori began shaking him out of his apathy.

"FUSHIGUROOOO!"

Megumi in first half of this chapter be like: "Oh."

then goes: "OH."

TYSM EVERYONE. ENJOY THE FLUFFINESS WHILE IT LASTS!

I have a question though, are y'all missing Mahito? 😇😊🙃😊

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fandomfan315 · 3 years ago

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TURNING RED SPOILERS AHEAD SRRY FOLKS

Also lowkey highkey me getting emotional over personal shit so uhhh maybe??? Tmi???? Idk it's just part of my pov and I thought I should share it

Just watched Turning Red... and cried SO hard... but not rlllllly cuz I saw myself or my family dynamic in this it's actually bc of all those scenes where the mom and the daughter are ANGRY

They're YELLING AND FIGHTING.

THEYRE SO FUCKING MAD

I WANT THAT

I want to be ANGRY, LIKE THEY ARE

That scene where the mom drops to the ground and the necklace shatters and she YELLS and she's MAD and there's a BURST OF ANGER and ALL THOSE ANGRY AND UPSET AND HURT FEELINGS COME OUT

Istg I thought it was the COOLEST SHIT

Oh oh and how!! They're sad too!!! They cry and sob and the ups and downs of emotion in this movie and how it portrays the highs and lows of puberty is PHENOMENAL

And not to tmi on main, so sorry abt this whole dump of "FUCK YEAH", but I always have a nagging feeling that my emotions aren't valid and that the sadness and anger I feel isn't TRUE and I always think about the quote "aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just wanna go apeshit?" ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I THINK ABT THAT ALL THE TIME. From when I stub my toe to when someone is talking in a movie to when I can't get warm at night to when I have to wake up and DO things to when someone really, genuinely hurts me... and I force myself to be better. To do better. To be the upper person. I try to retreat into myself when I'm angry and it doesn't work and sometimes I do yell and shout! But it hurts to do that. And it hurts even more to try and keep it inside. God idk how to explain how much it sucks to try and push all these shitty feelings into a box like... it hurts to keep it in. But it also hurts even more to see others in pain because of my angry actions.

So..I.. i just want to go apeshit. Without consequence. With a happy ending. In a way that makes people realize whatever stress I'm feeling at that moment. In a situation we can all recover from. Where I just let the pent up anger out.

And seeing people in a movie go apeshit like that?

That's so important to me

Anyways that's my analysis of Big Red I absolutely adored it plus the plotline was great I'm definitely gonna go on a reblog spree in that tag sooooo yeah! <3 pls don't hate me for wanting to be angry it's a completely normal thing for lots of people. This is why we have therapy folks. And also pillows. You can scream into pillows and it muffles the sound just btw in case anyone needs that tip lol

#dee speaks #turning red #turning red spoilers #edit: called it big red not turning red whoops

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nexility-sims · 3 years ago

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sorry to bother, but where do you get your houses/streets/shops/other sets? do you download them or build them? i'm not trying to copy, but i'm absolutely atrocious at building and decorating. if you have any resources you can point me towards that would be much appreciated!! same with furniture- where do you get it? ty!

hi there ! not a bother at all, i’m always happy to answer questions !

i do a mixture of download and build, generally. i actually always try to tag the person who built something, either their tumblr or their gallery id, if i didn’t build it myself, so you can look under the read-mores for those details. you’re welcome to ask about specific locations, tho, if you want more info/links/etc. i’m also 99% of the time comfortable sharing my builds/rooms with other people, so feel free to ask !

in posts where it’s only an interior shot, i often just ... make a box and decorate the inside. sometimes, i build a lot but only decorate the rooms as i need them. other times, i obsessively decorate every nook and cranny of it. really, it depends ! my trick for Large Places is to slice portions of the lot and save them individually (alam palace, for example, is ... three different lots, one for the front yard, one for the back yard, and one for the interiors).

some of my favorite builds are by vms creations (my willow creek is exclusively their builds dsfkjgkl), ardazek (for monumental stuff and my windenburg city buildings), pixelplayground (also city stuff), and regencysims4 (their houses & ones they reblog). i will say, i often redecorate the interiors of the places i download, altho not always. i also get things from the gallery from time to time ! if you’re very specific about keywords and/or allow custom content, you can find some neat stuff. google search also yields good gallery builds.

for furniture and build items, a lot of it is felixandre, thejim07, harrie, goldensanctuarysims, themarblemortal, regalsims, plus folks like shinokcr over at thesimsresource. i am a clown who occasionally pays real human money for pixel items :^) but tsr is worth it, imo, bc i go on massive download sprees like..... weekly asdjhfgkjhkl

my general closing tips would be:

search for things on google images & pinterest ! a lot of times, you can go down a rabbit hole of similar items until you find things you like, creators you like, etc.

if you’re storytelling instead of straight-up playing the game, think about angles and scale as if you were building a film or stage set. you can save time and energy by only constructing aspects that will be visible or used ! there are entire streets that are just ....... mostly flat walls with decorations !!!! that’s basically what the first two shots in this post are

and, just to reiterate: pretty much always willing to share things, so just shoot me a dm if you have any specific requests ! this is not exhaustive, so i can always elaborate on stuff, too. 💞💞

( edit: the way daria answered ur ask in a neat paragraph and i wrote u a poorly edit book ...... gentle sigh. )

#i'm willing to bet my left foot you're not Atrocious !!!!#building just takes .. good cc and practice imo #my personal weakness is landscaping #but !!!!!!!!!!! there are so many simblr people who love to help #so dw abt reaching out for tips and advice and recs <3 #i do it often these days #ask #long post

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openheart12 · 4 years ago

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Hi, yes, hello beautiful! Can you write a fic where MC accidentally sends Ethan her entire fanfic folder by mistake 😂🤣

How To Get Away With Fanfiction

I’m reliving my embarrassment 😭 but it is done and idk wtf happened with this lmao. This is also to make up for earlier kmjhygfd

Only tagging @ao719 @oofchoices @loveellamae @burnsoslow because no one else should have to read this unless they click on the read more and if they do... god bless. And thank you to Maroe for helping me come up with some of these ideas!

It had been a long day at work when Dr. Gertrude-Sue Claws made her way home to do the one thing that relaxed her; writing fanfiction.

She had thought of the perfect idea for Spirit and Rainbow Dash and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

There was something about the multi colors in his mane and tail that drew him to her. He lived by the phrase, “hump ‘em and dump ‘em,” which he planned on doing with Rainbow Dash, but not without consent because horse jail wasn’t fun. He had heard the horror stories from his human friends, Kurns and Bryce.

“Rainbow Dash,” he neighed.

“Spirit…” She neighed back in response, she knew all about his...extracurricular activities. He was the biggest fuck horse out of the herd. Ever since Rain had died from drowning, god bless, he hadn’t been the same. It was also why he paid more attention to Rainbow Dash because she had Rain in the first part of her name.

“Let’s do this,” he smirked with his horse mouth.

“Fine…” She turned her back to him as he reared on his hind legs and mounted her, letting out a series of neighs.

She laughed silently to herself before moving on her Owen Hunt fic and she knew how much she was going to enjoy this one especially.

Owen was walking through the halls when he saw five women stalking towards him like cats, one even had whiskers drawn on her face. “Anitah with the h, get him!” He heard one of them command and watched as she came up to him, kicking him in no man's land. He felt them drag him into an empty exam room.

“MAROE! You got the chainsaw?”

“Nah bruh, Bears and Rams were in charge of that,” she explained.

Anything but Krista, cocked her half shaved eyebrow at Burns and Ella. “Y’all got the chainsaw?”

“No, but I have the cream for the burn I’m about to inflict,” Burns snickered to herself at her own joke, the others joining in before getting back to business.

“Burns, Ella, go scope out the cafeteria for some good food because I can’t kill in good faith on an empty stomach and as me and Ella say, we always get food first,” Anything but Krista said, turning her attention to the two people left, throwing them both a knife. Then proceeded to stab Owen numerous times, but making sure not to hit any major organs yet.

“We need a blender,” Anitah with the h announced.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Anything but Krista and MAROE said at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter at the jinx.

“If that was making a human smoothie, then yes. We’ll show him that no one messes with Derek Christopher Shepherd,” Anitah with the h said smugly, pulling a blender out from behind her back and plugging it into the wall.

“You...you pulled that out of your jacket?” MAROE asked in a surprising tone.

“Y’all don’t keep blenders in yours?” Anitah with the h asked as if that wasn’t common, but it was good to know that she was always prepared.

Suddenly, the walkie talkie came to life, “Team Bears/Rams to Team CA, what y’all want from here? Over and out.”

“Team CA to Team Bears/Rams, we want CookOut. Over and out.” Anything but Krista responded. “It’s about time y’all tried a little piece of heaven,” she looked at Anitah with the h and MAROE.

“That’s a negative ghost rider, the closest CookOut is on the other side of the country. Over and out.”

“Well you better get on your way because you two also need to try a little piece of heaven, we’ll save the good stuff for when you get back. Over and out.” The trio resumed their slice and dice game, taking a short break to play Choices because the latest chapter of The Nanny Affair had just been released and even Owen wasn’t going to keep them away from Sam Dalton.

A couple hours later, Burns and Ella arrived with the food, handing out their respective trays to their respective orderers, they were able to keep the milkshakes from melting by their cold hearts.

“Ahhh gimme my milkshake,” Anything but Krista snatched it from Burns’ hand, earning a slap on her hand from her adoptive mother and a threat of taking away her pony...again.

“Yooo this shake hits different,” Ella exclaimed.

“You could even say that it slaps,” MAROE added making her squeak.

“It’s the one good thing North Carolina has to offer for me,” Anything but Krista chimed in, fist bumping Anitah with the h because the struggle was real. The cows really did outnumber the people, they just hoped that there wouldn’t be a cow revolution because that would be awful except the yeehaw folk would probably survive since they did have a song called “A Country Boy Can Survive.”

“Burns, we left you the honor of picking the perfect weather for us to dispose of the body which is more like liquid at this point. We need rain, thunder, and lightning to erase all of the evidence. Watching “Forensic Files” has finally come in handy. And Ella, we need you to pretend to be a nurse or something to help us get out of here. I’ll be honest, I haven’t thought that far ahead…” Anything but Krista admitted, but they expected that from her so they already had a plan in place.

“If anyone happens to see Derek Shepherd, I ask that you tell me,” MAROE added.

“Not if I find him first,” Anything but Krista said.

“He’s like fifty four years old…” Burns said being ever the good adoptive mother.

“Then I call Spencer Reid!” Anything but Krista exclaimed.

“I have Lucifer then,” MAROE challenged knowing that would get under her skin.

“Children, calm yourselves.” Burns shook her head.

“Hey, I’ll be eighteen in like a number amount of months,” Anything but Krista said.

“I’ll be eighteen before you,” MAROE said, sticking out her tongue.

“I’Ll Be EiGhTeEn BeFoRe YoU,” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips and doing that Spongebob meme. After thinking of a better comeback, she grabbed her knife she used on Owen earlier and plunged it into MAROE’s back.

“Et tu, Brute?” MAROE said with shock in her voice before her body crumpled on the ground.

“Yes, bye bitch.”

The other three just stared as the blood drained from her body before turning their attention to Anything but Krista. They were the epitome of 👁👄👁.

“What? She wanted to “due” anyway. And at her funeral we can play “To Be So Lonely” because well she will be lol.”

“Anywaysss, we gonna get food or what?” Ella asked as she covered Owen’s body with a sheet.

“Wings?” Burns suggested and they all agreed. After arriving at the restaurant, they were very shocked to see MAROE sitting at a table waiting for them.

“It’s the trying to kill me for me,” she said upon taking their seats, glaring at Anything But Krista specifically.

“It’s the stealing my fictional husbands for me,” she retaliated.

“It’s the acting like children for me,” Burns' authoritative voice came.

“Sorry,” they both murmured as they looked over the menus to order their food. The rest of their lunch going smoothly, their victims already forgotten about. Don’t mess with hangry chicks who hate Owent Cunt.

“So who’s next?” Anitah with the h asked.

“Ahh you’ve gotten the first taste of blood and now you’re addicted,” Burns observed. She would make for a good profiler for the FBI at Quantico. She would have a cool nickname; Cunt Punter.

“Why not just kill everyone we hate?” Ella questioned.

“That’s a great idea! I say we kill Guy and Vanessa,” Anything but Krista suggested.

“And Landrat!” MAROE added, the whole group agreeing, finishing their lunch before getting to their killing spree.

Gertrude-Sue was laughing at her made up characters and story when she received an email from Ethonk Remy to send him a folder that she had. Goggle Drive was acting stupid so she didn’t realize that she had shared her fanfiction folder with her boss before it was too late. She saw a little giraffe pop up in the right hand corner telling her that he was already viewing what was inside the folder.

“Holy donkey claws,” she cried out loud, smacking her hands against her face.

Meanwhile, Ethonk was going through her folder when he came across a document and his eyes went wide. “What are they doing with the dog?” He said to himself.

Wonder pets, wonder pets

We're on our way

To help a friend and save the day

We're not too big

And we're not too tough

But when we work together, we've got the right stuff

Gooo wonder pets yaaaaay!

The phone

The phone is ringing

The phone

We'll be right there

The phone

The phone is ringing

There's an animal in trouble

There's an animal in trouble somewhere

“What the hell are Wonder Pets?” He continued inspecting the different documents ranging from murder of one Owen Cunt, horses having sexual intercourse, Wonder Pets stuff, four kids and a dog where they did questionable things with each other, a sponge and a starfish were high on marijuana, a game where Gertrude-Sue had made him and her a family that looked way too realistic for his liking, two bunnies who kept hopping around with one of their little brothers, and multiple documents about Matthew Gray Gubler, Tom Holland, Tom Ellis, Patrick Dempsey, and Harry Styles which were all quite disturbing.

He took out his phone to call her. “Hey uh, Gert, what is this?”

“Oh well you see, the funny thing is that I accidentally sent you the wrong folder so if you could just pretend like this never happened, that would be fantastic. Okay thanks bye. I’m sending you the right one this time.” And she hung up, ready to throw herself off a cliff at her stupidity.

One thing was for sure, she would never make this mistake again.

#CA chronicles

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ericsonclan · 4 years ago

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A Memorable Match

Summary: The Ericson Ravagers face off against the Ferndale Decimators. None of their lives will ever be the same.

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“Ugh, can we just change our color?” Violet rolled forward on her skates, her hands messing with her armband that held the number 11.

“Aw, come on, Vi, it’s not a bad color,” Sophie looked up from tying her skates. The dark purple of her outfit seemed to make her red hair stand out even more than usual. “Right, Minnie?”

Minnie glanced over at her twin and gave a half-hearted nod before turning her attention back to their opponents for tonight’s match. Only three of them were out so far from their locker rooms, but just from the air around them it was clear that they would be a strong team. Their jammer, a short black girl, was talking with a tall Indian girl with a braid. The bright green on the jammer’s helmet seemed to stand out prominently as she held a hand up to her chin.

“They seem strong,” Therissa rolled forward, motioning to the enemy team, her light brown hair swaying slightly behind her, “Especially their jammer. Be sure to block well for Vi.” She looked towards the twins. Sophie hit her hand against her heart, looking up at their leader with a confident smile. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna give them a hell of a time to get anywhere near her!”

“That’s right, Violet’s got nothing to worry about with us,” Minnie’s smile mirrored her twin’s as she readjusted her helmet. Suddenly a loud feedback echoed throughout the rink, causing both sides to cover their ears to block out some of the sound.

“Oops, sorry…. Testing, testing. Alright.” The announcer cleared their throat. “Both teams get ready. The match will be starting in just a few minutes.”

Sophie got up, sliding forward with her team as they got in position. Now that they were next to the opposing team the air felt thick with tension. Roller derby was never a non-violent sport, but this match felt like it was going to be more cutthroat than usual. Therissa rolled by Violet, whispering a quick message in her ear before sliding beside the girl with the braid on the opposite team.

“Get ready for the match between The Ericson Ravagers and The Ferndale Decimators! Ready, set…” a sound rang out, signaling the beginning of the match.

Violet was off like a shot, trying to get near the head of the pack to start her string of points. Sophie and Minnie tried to go forward to make sure their jammer made it safely ahead of them only to be hit hard by two of the opposing team’s members. Sophie gritted her teeth as she fought back while Minnie squeezed through a small opening.

“Looks like the Ravagers’ jammer Nugget is making her way towards the front of the pack, but The Decimators’ jammer Banshee isn't letting her get away with it!” The announcer’s voice echoed through the rink.

Looking forward. Sophie noticed that Banshee was nearing Violet, her dark brown curls blowing in the wind while her golden brown eyes shone with determination.

Suddenly the announcer continued, “Uh oh, looks like Piranha has marked her first victim but who is it?”

Sophie glanced behind her, noticing an oddly cheery girl skating past her. Shit, she and Minnie needed to get towards the front in order to give Violet the gap she needed over Banshee. A loud crash resonated behind them. A few folded chairs clashed to the ground, signalling that the first member had been taken down.

“Looks like Reaper holds true to her name, taking out Whiplash in one brutal hit to the side!” Sophie’s eyes caught the corner of Therissa’s figure as she struggled up to her feet. Sophie then sent a signal over to her sister who nodded in understanding. Suddenly both twins sent a devastating attack towards their aggressors, sending them tumbling over.

“And just like that, folks, it seems that Killer Bee and Viper’s deadly combo is already being put to use. Crusher and Razor are down for the count. I’d hate to be on the receiving end of that combination!”

Minnie and Sophie high fived before focusing on the task at hand. Both of them skated as fast as they could, keeping their center of gravity low as they turned the sharp corner. Soon they had moved to the front of the pack where Piranha, Banshee and Violet were. Immediately the twins pushed past the two members of the opposing team, each grabbing one of Violet’s arms. With a mighty toss the twins whipped Violet forward, sending her skating way beyond their opponent’s jammer.

After a few seconds the twins moved close to each other, walling up to make sure the jammer couldn’t get past. Banshee cursed under her breath as she struggled to find an opening. The announcer kept mentioning different team members on both sides taking hits. but it didn’t seem to matter. Violet was far ahead of the pack and Banshee wasn’t leaving the sisters’ trap anytime soon.

Suddenly Piranha skated by them, giving a mischievous smirk as she passed. Sophie and Minnie’s eyes widened in shock at her speed; she was by far one of the fastest skaters on both teams. She made up the distance to Violet in a matter of seconds. Piranha leaned over, grabbing one of her tags. In one fluid movement it was decided: Violet was their target. Sophie and Minnie looked concerned but decided the best they could do was continue to block the jammer.

“Viper better watch out, it looks like Reaper is about to add to her count!”

Sophie’s eyes shot over towards her left side where the Indian girl with the braid looked at her with a competitive smile. Reaper swung forward to land a hit on Sophie who stopped in her tracks to dodge it but immediately regretted her decision. Banshee skated forward along with Reaper. Their wall had been broken. Minnie and Sophie cursed as they pushed their legs even harder to make up the distance but they wouldn’t make it in time. Reaper was already on her way towards their teammate.

Violet’s eyes shot up when Reaper appeared by her side. Without hesitation Reaper elbowed the Ravagers’ jammer, causing her to spill into the crowd and knock into some chairs. The twins were about to speed up when Therissa skated by their side, giving them the signal to hang back. Reluctantly they agreed, unsure why their leader wanted that. “ Looks like Whiplash is on a revenge spree!” The announcer’s voice was bouncing with excitement. “ She’s facing off against Reaper who isn’t budging!”

Therissa fought hard against her opponent. Neither of them seemed to be able to get the upper hand as they made their way around the rink.

Suddenly Sophie was struck by what she was sure was their leader's motives. She was trying to get Reaper to move faster, lulling her into a false sense of security while they held back so that as soon as she completed her lap Violet could get back in. Sophie glanced over at Violet who looked pissed off. Her nose was purple and bloody as she crossed her arms, waiting to get back in hopes of winning the game.

It took no time at all before Violet was back on the rink, her rage emitted from her body so copiously that some of the members on the opposing team flinched as she barrelled past them. She was well on her way to catching up to Banshee. Minnie and Sophie thought it best to knock out some of the easier opponents so that their jammer could focus on getting points.

Out of nowhere, a voice appeared in Sophie’s right ear. “Tag, you’re it!” The voice had a sweet tone to it, but underneath that lay a mischievous edge. When she looked over, Sophie was surprised to see the tagger Pirahna in between her and Minnie. Her eyes danced with chaos as she moved over to Minnie and proceeded to pants her. Letting out a fit of giggles, she zoomed forward, leaving the twins shocked in her chaotic wake.

“It looks like Piranha had tagged Viper only to then pants Killer Bee!”

Minnie’s face grew bright red as she struggled to get her shorts back up. “That can’t be fucking legal!” she hissed only to be surprised when the referee seemed fine with it, allowing Piranha to continue on. Sophie and Minnie easily caught up to the tagger. They were now closer than ever to their jammer.

Piranha looked back at Minnie’s with a playful smile. “Hey Killer Bee, you have a killer butt,” she winked, a flirtatious look on her face. If Minnie’s face wasn’t red before, it sure was now. She tried to make a comment about it, but seemed too flustered to even form a complete sentence. Sophie wished she could help her sister, but right now she was marked, meaning that everyone on the enemy’s team was after her. She fought valiantly against the numerous encounters with the other team, but eventually one of them knocked her out of the rink, causing her to scratch up both of her legs as they skidded against the hard concrete. She looked towards the front of the pack and noticed that Violet was fighting viciously with Banshee, both of them trying to get the lead they needed for their team. It was still anyone’s game. Sophie got up to her feet and reentered the rink. They were going to win. Sophie believed it with all her heart.

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“I can’t believe we fucking lost,” Violet groaned, wincing as Sophie applied some pressure on her broken nose.

“Sorry, I need to clean it before setting it,” Sophie mumbled apologetically while wiping away a stream of blood.

“It’s fine. Where’s Minnie?” Violet’s eyes searched their locker room.

“Hiding in the bathroom. Too embarrassed to even talk to me,” Sophie moved her hand around Violet’s nose. “Ready?”

Violet took a deep breath before nodding. With one quick movement Sophie reset Violet’s nose. It let out a disturbing sound as it popped back in place. Violet looked down at Sophie’s multiple scrapes and bruises. “Need help with any of yours?” she motioned towards a bad gash on Sophie’s leg.

Sophie’s eyes traveled down to look at it. She looked back up at Violet with a bright smile while waving dismissively. “Nah, it’ll heal,”

The two remained quiet for a few minutes while they cleaned up their injuries.

“That team was intense,” Sophie whispered as she placed a bandaid over a cut on her arm.

“They were insane. Can’t believe they pantsed Minnie. They even kicked Therissa’s ass and made it look easy.” Violet let out an annoyed groan. “They kicked all our asses.”

Sophie was about to reply to her teammate’s statement when she heard a quiet knock on the door.

There in the doorway was Reaper. Her expression seemed hard to read. “May I come in?”

“Sure,” Sophie rose up and grabbed the first aid kit before she turned to Violet. “I’m gonna check on Minnie,” With that Sophie disappeared further into the locker room, leaving Violet alone with Reaper.

There was an awkward silence between the two girls before Reaper spoke.

“I want to apologize. When I hit you I hadn’t intended the blow to land so hard or directly on your face.” The girl’s face fell, an apologetic look in her eyes.

“It’s fine,” Violet gave a shrug. “Worse stuff has happened in a derby match. Besides, it was a pretty clean break. Should heal in no time.”

“Still it was a dirty move,”

Violet gave a chuckle. “Your tagger’s move was the dirty one. Can’t believe she did that.”

“Renata can be… a lot.” The girl scratched the side of her neck before she extended her hand. “It was a good match today, one of the best ones I’ve had in a while. I’m Prisha.”

Violet studied Prisha’s hand for a moment before accepting it and giving a firm handshake. “Violet.”

A smile appeared on Prisha’s face at her name. “It’s nice to meet you, Violet. I hope that our teams will have another match some time in the future.”

“Yeah, but you better watch out. We’re gonna kick your asses next time.” Violet gave a smirk up at her opponent.

Prisha’s face seemed to mirror Violet’s as she looked back at her. “We’ll see about that.”

#talk derby to me au #fanfic #twdg violet #twdg sophie #twdg minnie #twdg clementine #twdg #twdg prisha #twdg renata #twdg privet #twdg minata

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randomslasher · 6 years ago

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So we’re decently good friends, and at one point, we were mutuals but according to tumblr we aren’t anymore? And I’m scared to ask you about it because I’m scared that I did something, or even if it was just tumblr being dumb, I don’t want to seem like I’m pressuring you to follow me again. Would you be upset with me if I messaged you about this? I’m sorry for bothering you

Hi anon! I haven’t responded to this because I wanted to wait until I was home and could do so without being distracted.

You can message me if you like, but I want to make something clear ahead of time: Whether or not we are mutuals is not an indicator of whether or not I consider you a friend.

I follow and unfollow fairly freely, because I consider my dash a feed of things I want to see, not a log of friends’ blogs I’m tracking. I have plenty of people I message on a regular basis that I am not following for one reason or another–maybe because they started posting about a fandom I wasn’t following, or maybe because they posted too frequently for me to keep up with everything else, or didn’t tag well enough. There are a number of very non-dramatic reasons that I might unfollow a blog, because I don’t consider whether or not I’m following someone any kind of indicator about how I feel about them.

I am a firm believer in curating your own blogging experience, and I do not follow or unfollow to cause drama or make a statement about my feelings. I just do it because right now, at this moment in my life, maybe I want to see less of something you’re posting, and I don’t feel like it’s my place to tell YOU how to run your blog, you know? There are folks I’ve unfollowed while they on a reblogging spree of something I didn’t care about, then re-followed when they calmed down on it again. It’s something I do freely and without much thought beyond “I want to see less of something I’m seeing from this blog right now”–and I encourage others to follow/unfollow me just as easily.

Again, you can message me, but I want to be clear that if I don’t follow you back it does not mean I don’t like you or consider you my friend.

And depending on when you message me, if I don’t respond right away it might be because I’ve fallen asleep. I just got home and I’m pretty zonked. :-P

#Anonymous

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halindon · 6 years ago

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200 Word Challenge

INSPIRATION: “Got a curse I cannot lift.”

You know what to do! 200 word limit, write a poem, paragraph, blurb, whatever you want with the inspiration provided above. Happy writing, folks! :)

Originally posted by @salt-water-siren

Lost Waves

Inspiration: “Got a curse I cannot lift.”

Water crashes above me, pressing down against my shoulders and stealing my breath. Yet, I find myself standing on the shore, looking at the men and women that follow me into battle. I will most likely grow old, but many of them will remain young in mind and that alone. Haunting.

I'm honored to be their leader, there is no doubt within such words. Finding myself wishing it was me in their stead though, perhaps then I wouldn't be the soldier who disliked war. I would return to the younger me, fooled by the silver tongues in robes that wagged of honor and glory.

The ugly truth has made me wiser but at the cost of my own spirt. I can't help but feel shut out, self-blinding for my own sanity. Ignoring the booming voice that clouds my mind, aching heart and throat alike.

Duty is what brought us here together. It is also why I lay in this uncovered grave, held into place by the burden, fate unwilling. I will not forget them... I can not.

"Heads up... I'm going to speak with the residence. Get comfortable in the meantime, stay near the ship. We'll be home soon enough."

Tagged by @leyloria-falanore

(Once again I’m extremely late which is why I’m not going to go on a tagging spree due to spam... Sorry! It was super fun and I recommend if you haven’t already.)

#Prompt #200 Words #Writing

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frostbitegator · 6 years ago

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Tag Meme Thing!

Tagged by @taswel !

RULES - Copy & paste to your own post, bold the statements that are true & tag 10 people. HAVE FUN!

(I’mma put this under a read-more just in case, and I’m still super hesitant to tag anyone... >w>; Sorry folks.)

Appearances

I am over 5′5″ / I wear glasses/contacts / I have blond hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair/ I have gotten plastic surgery / I have or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies and talents

I play a sport / I can play an instrument (drums & bass guitar yo) / I am artistic / I know more than one language / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing / I can do origami / I prefer movies to TV shows / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work breaks / I can do a handstand

Experiences

I have had my first kiss / I have gotten drunk / I have told a crush I like them / I have traveled outside of the country / I have flown on an airplane / I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours (not. fun.) / I have had a near-death experience / I have set something on fire / I have performed in a talent show / I have shot a gun / I have been on TV / I have gone scuba diving / I have broken a bone / I have slow-danced / I have gone on a shopping spree

Relationships

I am in a relationship (sorry folks ;p) / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend / I have known a friend for over ten years / I have a brother / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / My crush has confessed to me / I have had a long-distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend (multiple) / I met up with someone I have met online

Aesthetics

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sun rise / I enjoy rainy days / I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / The sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / I know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths / Autumn is my favorite season

Tagging? uhm... u-uhhh... .w.;;;

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ask-icancraft-it · 6 years ago

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Hand-in-Hand Combat: Part 10

(( Tamora decides it’s time to take her and Felix’s relationship up a notch, but there’s a few things the little handyman needs to learn before becoming an honorary member of the ‘Hero’s Duty’ family. Wow, an update that isn’t horrifically late! As I said before, this fic is nearing its end! I have plans for only one more chapter after this one, and I am really excited about it! I think it’ll be a really nice ender to this story. Can’t wait to show you guys whats in store! ))

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9]

Felix groaned as he stirred, feeling much like he’d been hit by a ton of bricks. Cracking his eyes open, he barely recognized his surroundings until a large figure leaned over him.

“Good morning, Sunshine!” Ralph spoke loudly in a mocking tone.

“Ugh,” the handyman cradled his head and partially hid under the blanket draped over him. “What happened?”

“All I know is a couple guys from ‘Hero’s Duty’ came knocking on my door at 3 o’clock in the morning, carrying your drunken butt home after you passed out… Have a little too much fun?” Ralph oddly enjoyed seeing Felix this way. He supposed it brought him comfort that even Fix-It Felix Jr. wasn’t a goody-goody all of the time.

“I may have had a little too much to drink,” the handyman admitted sheepishly. “Hit me all at once I guess.”

“Do you remember anything?”

“Umm,” Felix slowly sat up on the couch. “Last thing I remember is I was chatting with Tammy’s men, having a few beers; one of them suggested I get a tattoo…”

Realization struck the fixer, and in a panic, he pulled up his shoulder sleeve, and then haphazardly peeled his white undershirt off of his torso.

“Ralph, please tell me I didn’t get a tattoo!”

“Nope, looks like you’re clear.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Felix sighed, slumping back into the couch cushions. Then an entirely new feeling came rushing in. “…I need to use the toilet.”

Moments later, Ralph stood against the wall just outside his bathroom, twiddling his thumbs.

“So uh—I guess that hammer of yours can’t fix a hangover?” he asked, and winced when more retching came from beyond the door. “Guess I’ll take that as a no…”

Once Felix finally felt well enough to emerge from the restroom, Ralph handed him a tall glass of water.

“Thank you,” the handyman said miserably.

“The arcade opens soon,” the wrecker frowned. “You gonna be okay?”

Felix nodded sullenly, sipping his water. “I think I got it all out of my system.”

“Well, I’ll try to go easy, just in case.”

“Thanks, brother…”

Even with Ralph going light on the bricks, the fixer had a hard time keeping things together as player after player tossed him around. There were a few slip-ups here and there, but by some miracle, he made it through until closing time.

“Good job everyone!” Felix feigned his enthusiasm, holding the door for his tenants as they flowed into the apartment building from the roof access. Once the last of them were through, he grumbled, plopping himself down on the concrete.

“Still feeling like a bug on a windshield?” Ralph climbed up and leaned over the lip of the building beside his coworker.

“A bit,” the fixer sighed.

“Fix-It?” The It-boys both heard Tamora’s voice from a distance, and were both surprised when the sergeant flew to the top of the building on her cruiser.

“Tammy!” Felix sprung up from where he was sitting. “You sure got here quick.”

“Hey Wreck-It,” Tamora acknowledged Ralph, who saluted back. “Sorry if I interrupted anything, I actually have a favor to ask.”

“O-oh—well what is it honeybadger?”

“My men decided to go on a drinking spree last night and made the shooting range look like a mini tornado plowed through it,” she said with a huff. “I was hoping you had some free time to come by and repair the damage.”

“It’s that bad, huh?” Felix gulped, glancing back at Ralph. “Sure, I’ve got time! Ralph, you don’t mind, do you?”

“Nope,” a smug grin on the wrecker’s lips. “Not at all, I was going to visit Vanellope anyway.”

“By the way, you two enjoy yourselves at the Bad-Anon potluck last night?” Tamora asked. Felix turned to Ralph, silently begging his friend to go along with it.

“Oh yeah, had a whale of a time!” Ralph nodded. “I won’t keep you with all the details, I’m sure Felix will tell you all about it! See you guys around!” And with that, Ralph dropped down the side of the building and out of sight.

Luckily for the handyman, most of the time spent traveling from his game to Tamora’s was filled with her ranting about how irresponsible her soldiers were. While he was relieved he didn’t have to spin some phony yarn about the “potluck,” each time Tamora described the destruction her men caused, he felt a pang of guilt, absolutely sure that he had some part in the raucous behavior.

“I’m sorry, Fix-It,” Tamora sighed. “Here I am babbling on in circles, and you haven’t had the chance to talk about your evening,” she leaned close to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as they sat in the shuttle that lead to ‘Hero’s Duty’. “How was your day? You look a little rough around the edges.”

“Oh,” Felix swallowed. “Well Ralph and I were out pretty late last night,” He paused to find some sort of explanation. “Most of the folks at the potluck migrated over to Tapper’s and we shared some drinks.”

“Yeah? Have a little too much?” Tamora chuckled when her beau looked up at her with guilty eyes. “Hey, at least you’re not like my marine’s when they’ve been under the influence.”

“Yeah,” Felix stammered, almost inaudibly. He followed Tammy out of the train and into ‘Hero’s Duty.’ To his shock, all of Tamora’s men were kneeling along the stretch of the main hallway, cleaning and waxing the floors entirely by hand.

“Don’t worry about them, Fix-It. It may seem like grueling work, but they love giving my floors a fresh coat of wax, isn’t that right boys?”

“Yes ma’am!” the soldiers shouted in unison.

As Tamora rounded a corner to head to the shooting range, Felix turned around and locked eyes with corporal Kohut. The handyman pointed at himself with wide, questioning eyes.

“Don’t tell her,” Kohut mouthed back.

“Oh my land…” Felix gaped as he caught up and stepped into the range.

“That’s one way to put it,” Tamora grimaced as she leaned against a table.

As the handyman gazed from the hole in the back wall, and along the scorched gaps in the ceiling, everything from the night before came flooding back. He did this. And Tammy’s men had taken the fall for it.

“Think you can fix it?” Tamora asked.

“Don’t tell her,” Kohut’s grim face flashed in the back of Felix’s mind as he continued to stand, dumfounded, in front of the wreckage.

“Fix-It?” Tamora asked again.

“Oh, fix it? Yeah I can fix it, no problems!” Felix smiled tensely and shuffled to a pile of debris and began tapping away with his hammer.

The sergeant came up behind him, worried. “Are you feeling alright?”

“No—I mean yes!” Mods above, he was so awful at this. “I just…I feel bad for your men. Don’t you think you’re being a little too hard on them?”

“No,” Calhoun replied incredulously. “Felix, they wrecked half the shooting range, you’re looking right at it! What on Earth would I go easy on them for?”

“Because…” Felix paused his work, unsure of what else to say. He couldn’t stand it; he couldn’t stand lying to her anymore. “Because it was me.”

“What?”

“Because it was me,” the handyman blurted, turning around and gesturing emphatically at the destruction. “This—this, all of this was my fault. I wrecked it.” Tamora stared at him, wide eyed as he frantically explained.

“There was no potluck...Your men invited me to have drinks with them. I got carried away, and—and they helped me get that big gun, and the last thing I remember before I blacked out was pulling the trigger...” Felix took in a shaky breath, and sighed.

Turning around, he fully expected his lady to be angry. Which made it all the more gut wrenching when he saw tears in her eyes.

“Tammy,” his frown deepened. “I’m so sorry.“

“It was you,” she whispered.

“I—y-yes?” Felix replied, confused. “I wrecked the shooting range…”

“No, you—,” the sergeant refrained from saying something in anger she would later regret. “It was you in my nightmare the other night. It was the wedding, but instead of Brad, you were the one to…” she stopped, tears flowing.

“Oh, Tammy,” Felix reached out to her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You don’t get to ask that question!” Tamora spat, rejecting his touch. The anger previously expected now boiling to the surface. “You went behind my back!”

“But —“

“I thought you took being here seriously. Now on top of worrying about you getting chewed up by Cybugs, I have to worry about you hurting yourself?” Tamora wiped her face, eliminating the evidence of her vulnerability. “Just…clean this place up and get out. You don’t belong here.”

“Tammy, wait,” Felix pleaded as she walked away, the door gently sliding closed behind her.

Once Felix was done repairing the range, he stepped into the hallway. Looking to his right down the corridor, the soldiers visible from the adjunct hallway stopped scrubbing the floors and locked eyes. And when he approached, Kohut shook his head.

“You told her,” the corporal said, the softest of smiles on his lips.

“I had to,” Felix replied.

“And now you’re in the dog house.”

“Yep,” the handyman hung his head, tears threatening to surface. He feared things were much worse than that.

“Well, can’t say we didn’t warn you,” the nearby soldiers chuckled. “C’mon, lil’ man, she’ll come back around. I’m sure you know by now that T.J. just needs a good day or two to cool off. You two are gonna be just fine.”

“Thanks Kohut,” Felix managed a smile. “And I’m sorry I got y’all stuck with…all this,” he gestured to the floor. “…Got an extra sponge laying around?”

((Tagging some of my WiR buddies! @coneygoil @kittysfigurines24 @bashfulgnome @ashleybenlove @sgtcalhouns ))

#wreck it ralph #hero's cuties #fix it felix #sergeant calhoun #crafty writes

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