#sunday outtakes

[scionshtola]

#ffxivbridgerton Day 6 - scandal

After weeks of furtive longing and fleeting touches, Y'shtola and Corisande finally gave in to their desires--with little care to their surroundings or who may stumble upon them.

[phylaxery]

More misadventures in animation. Some worse than others!

[simgerale]

new story means new picrew edits!!!

[rig-a-rendal]

i have nothing to say for myself.

[youcouldmakealife]

Outtake: Robbie, Saul, confessional

This didn't fit in with SAIT, because it cannot be Robbie&Saul Hour 24/7 (though why not???) but I kept at this scene even after I cut the beginnings of it. So!

Takes place right around part 43 of still always in tandem.

“Could I get all Catholic on you for a second?” Robbie says. “Feel free to say no.”

Saul smiles. “If you’d like,” he says.

“You’re not Catholic, are you,” Robbie says.

“No,” Saul says.

“Do you know how confession works?” Robbie asks.

“Everything I know has been gathered from television and film,” Saul says. “Which I imagine isn’t particularly accurate.”

“I mean, it’s not so different,” Robbie says with a shrug. “Some places have modernized, but if your church is old school, you get the stuffy box you see in all the movies.”

Robbie got the stuffy box. Could be worse, though — some of them, you have to sit right across from the priest, look him in the eye as you recite your sins. Give Robbie the confessional any day.

“So you sit in a box,” Robbie says. “and you tell a dude all your secrets, and then they give you homework to do.”

Saul smiles.

“I know,” Robbie says. “Sounds familiar, huh?”

“A little,” Saul says.

“But you know what happens after you do your homework?” Robbie asks. “You perform your acts of contrition, say all your Hail Marys and Our Fathers?”

“Tell me,” Saul says, even though TV and movies probably told him at least that much.

“Poof,” Robbie says. “You’re absolved of your sins. Just like that. As far as God’s concerned, it’s like you never sinned at all.”

“And how do you feel about that?” Saul asks, even though how Robbie felt about that probably leaked through loud and clear.

“Better that than the religions that tell you that you could live a perfect life and still go to hell just because you live somewhere too remote for their missionaries, I guess,” Robbie says. “But me and the Vatican have a bit of a different opinion on what’s a sin, you know? Fuck knows I’m not walking into my ma’s church like, ‘hi, me again, still gay as ever, lay them Hail Marys on me’. Wouldn’t even work, if I’m not repentant about it, and I’m not.”

“I always thought that it was all kind of a cop out,” Robbie continues. “Like, okay, you can do whatever bad shit you want, and you know you can go get rid of all of it, wipe the slate clean on Sunday. Kill a dude on Saturday and you and God are good on Monday morning because you recited some magic words. What’s the point of telling people not to sin if they can just get absolved right after they do? Okay, I cheat on my math test, I tell Father Brian about it, and he tells me to do ten Hail Marys, and I get an A. Pretty good deal all around, isn’t it?”

“I sense a ‘but’,” Saul says.

“I think I missed the point, a bit,” Robbie says.

“What point is that?” Saul asks.

“The part where the whole deal only works if you actually regret it,” Robbie says. “Like, I kind of did — even as a teenager I knew confessing about a crush on my science partner wasn’t going to do shit, and not just because Father Brian definitely knew it was me in there, and I sure as shit didn’t trust him not to tell my father, supposed seal of confession or not. And even if I did, I’d just be back there next week, confessing the exact same thing, and yeah, I couldn’t help it, but I wasn’t ashamed of it either, you know?”

“But I was sort of — if I can’t help it, how’s it supposed to be a sin, you know? Why’s God setting people up to fail like that?” Robbie asks.

Saul’s quiet.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, wouldn’t exactly be God’s first rodeo, would it?” Robbie says.

Saul smiles. "No," he says, then, “Why are you telling me about the confessional?”

Robbie shrugs. “Just something I was thinking about, I guess.”

“Do you have something to confess?” Saul asks.

“I mean, not really,” Robbie says. “At least no more than the usual shit.”

“Something you feel guilty about?” Saul asks.

Robbie looks down at his hands, rubbing a split knuckle, and thinks. “No more than the usual shit,” he repeats, and it rings a little false, but not false enough to make him feel like Saul struck true.

Saul’s quiet for a moment. “Are you the one in the confessional?”

“What?” Robbie scoffs. “As opposed to you?”

“I don’t mean here in this room,” Saul says. “Or even the confessional itself, necessarily.”

Robbie snorts. “What, the confessional’s a metaphor?”

“You’re the one who brought it up,” Saul says gently.

“I don’t know,” Robbie says, pressing his fingers together. “Just something I’ve been thinking about lately.”

“Since Cleveland?” Saul asks, and Robbie looks up from his hands.

“When was the last time you went to confession, Robbie?” Saul asks.

“High school,” Robbie says. “I haven’t since high school. I tell you that I went to a Catholic boy’s school? Shit’s practically part of the curriculum. Wouldn’t have even been surprised they had graded me on my sins too.”

“Since high school,” Saul echoes, and Robbie can practically hear the rest filled in, even without Saul saying it — you haven’t been in a confessional since high school, but you just happen to be thinking about it, half a lifetime later, as you get to round one-hundred and whatever of the unforgivable.

“A bit on the nose as far as metaphors go,” Robbie tells his hands, and when he looks up at Saul he’s smiling even more gently than before, so gently Robbie kind of hates him for it.

[frattweek]

This blog is happy to announce… FRATT WEEK 7 !

From October 28 to November 3, this blog is hosting an entire week about Matt Murdock and / or Frank Castle, but their exact relationship is up to you - lovers, fuckbuddies, enemies, friends, partners… you pick! You can also do a Matt-only or a Frank-only work. OT+ (Fratt+) welcome!

All versions of Frank Castle & Matt Murdock are welcome: comics, TV shows, movies… All lengths and sizes, all types of fanworks welcome: fic, art, fibercraft, translation, podfic (don't forget to check in with the original creator if you're podficcing/translating!)... or a new chapter of a fic, an outtake from a series...

Halloween is also right in the middle of FW 7 so if you're in the mood for a little spook... feel free to add bats, spiderwebs, or ghosts to all your Fratt content!

Each day comes with a theme: Monday 28: Blood Tuesday 29: Bar Wednesday 30: Trust Thursday 31/Halloween: Spirit Friday 1: Pray / Prayer Saturday 2: Bag Sunday 3: Free topic / Amnesty day if you couldn't post before!

You can participate as much or little as you want, it’s all up to you!

If you create art / graphic works, a description for accessibility purposes would be much appreciated.

Don’t forget you can already post in the dedicated AO3 collection earlier - one month before the start of the event, the collection will be set so that all new works are invisible! All newly posted works will be revealed on Fratt Week, so you can start as early as you’d like ^_^

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Banner art by @nkeiiin

Detailed ID under the cut, as well as extra ideas for the prompts!

Digital art of Matt Murdock and Frank Castle stand back to back on the left of a dark red grid background. Matt is in his red daredevil suit, hanging upside down and his head resting on Frank's right shoulder. Frank is angry frowning and looking up. Two white lines form a tilted X are on the right side of the art. The text on top of the line is "Fratt Week 7 28th Oct - 3rd Nov", the text at the bottom of the line is "Frattweek.tumblr.com"

1/ Blood -- bleeding, family, kin, clan, spill, martyr, thicker than water, vampire, fake, communion… 2/ Bar -- drinking establishment, bar exam, disbarred, rebar (construction worker!Frank, anyone?), ka-bar knife, to bar someone from something, things going fubar... 3/ Trust -- trust fund, to trust, trust in god, mistrust, trusty (gun, fist, baton, friend/partner…) 4/ Spirit -- ghost, alcohol, spiritual, spiritism, spirited, sprite... 5/ Pray / Prayer: religion, Madonna (Like A Prayer;-), misheard prey... 6/ Bag -- under the eyes, heavy bag, grocery bag, to bag (a criminal?), baggy (clothes?), gym bag, duffle bag, bag over the head, bodybag, bagged a criminal…

[joelletwo]

[ID from alt: gintama fanart of yorozuya and tae arriving in ghost ryokan arc in their casual winterwear, gintoki clutching shinpachi in fear and yelling "the HORRORS, pachi!!!" which kagura mishears as hors d'oeuvres, excitedly asking, "there's snacks?!" tae smiles, unbothered]

THE HORRORS!!!!!! have no power on this beautiful sunday. if they try ill beat them up

[ID from alt: oboro and utsuro redrawn as greg and nick in the taskmaster outtakes [5:10] where nick is stuck in a stack of pool float rings and asks greg "can you lift me up, please?" here it's a stack of the comically large prayer beads, and utsuro frowns for a moment before effortlessly hauling him out, oboro slumped in his arms, labeled "like a sack of potatoes". theres a fullbody drawing of oboro in nick's sweater and sneakers outfit to the side]

DISREGARDING. preexisting casting. and. height. but i was so horribly endeared watching this i needed to do it with SOMEBODY. and peepaw only knows so many people

[for-a-longlongtime]

oh okay sure yeah I'm fine no really.

Sunday is the day of rest?

Except for how we get two new Esquire outtakes that are SO heavy on the Tim vibes? (if you don't think that outfit is Tim, you've never seen him at the gay bar when Marcus picked his outfit)

but then

new Oscar pics when he's wearing that expensive and fly as fuck Brionio suit, which Santi wears in my one shot?

Yeah okay, I'm dead now.

If you haven't yet read my new (long) one shot 'Let Me Get What I Want' ( Javi P x Tim x OFC with a surprise appearance by, well, like I said, the suit gives it away) - give it a try! It's a good read for a Sunday afternoon or evening, if I say so myself.

[blutopaz15]

six seven several sentence sunday!

(from what might end up being an outtake) from me and @mistwatchestdp’s ttm baby au!!

[alliaskisthepossibilityoflove]

[podfic] my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance

written by fleetinghearts and read by All_I_Ask

(description in alt)

9-1-1, Teen and up, Buddie, approx. 1 hour 15 minutes

Summary:

a fever, a party, a late night tv show: three times eddie’s heart falls out his ass because buck keeps looking at him like that. he’s just got to find a way to tell him that doesn’t involve a convoluted cephalopod analogy about love

The most important tag:

just 3 times eddie's like if i could superglue my mouth to buck's all would be right in the world

The cover art (description in alt):

A snippet:

A teeny tiny giggly outtake:

And the whole story is on AO3 - there are two versions of the podfic, with and without musical transitions

Thank you Nina, always, for allowing me to record your words 😍

tags under the cut

I was left unsupervised with Canva and you can all suffer with the consequences 😁 I know neither the moodboard nor the cover is "good" but I made myself laugh and that is the most important thing

Using this as my inspiration Saturday/ several sentences Sunday - here is my longest podfic yet🥳

I was tagged by @wikiangela and @dangerpronebuddie - thank youuu❤️

Tagging @shitouttabuck 😍😍😍, @diazsdimples, @tizniz, @eddiebabygirldiaz,

@cal-daisies-and-briars, @lover-of-mine, @try-set-me-on-fire, @daffi-990,

@bucksbisexualawakening, @bucksbignaturals, @idealuk, @acountrygirlsfun,

@rhea314, @gracieryder, @mayonnaisetoffees, @aroeddiediaz,

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels, @renecdote, @devirnis, @rewritetheending,

@hattalove, @captain-hen, @suavecitodiaz, @eddiegettingshot,

@thewolvesof1998, @glorious-spoon, @hoodie-buck, @spotsandsocks,

@exhuastedpigeon, @rainbow-nerdss, @epicbuddieficrecs, @chronicowboy,

@your-catfish-friend, @burnthatbridge, @hmslusitania, @extasiswings,

@underwaterninja13 and anyone else who'd like to share anything, no matter how bad you think it is - I can guarantee I'll LOVE IT❤️

(lmk if you want to be added or removed)

An extra thank you to @gracieryder for putting together and sharing podfic resources ❣️ (come join the podfic fest!), because I can finally add cover art without pulling half my hair out and/or feeling like an idiot

[rmd-writes]

Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland 💖 doing this early while it’s actually Sunday for us as well this week. Here’s more than seven sentences from a s1 canon divergence Tarlos fic:

“You gonna show me how?”

“You think I know how?” Carlos challenges, angling himself to face TK.

“You’re a Texan boy and I’ve seen the way you swing those hips when you strut around at work.” He bites the corner of his lip as he smirks and doesn’t miss the way Carlos’ eyes drop to look at his mouth.

“I don’t strut,” Carlos says quickly. “And the utility belt is heavy.”

“Mmm, you tell yourself that.”

“You wanna dance or are you just here to mock me?”

“Por que no los dos?” TK asks in what he hopes is a passable Spanish accent. He knows a little from high school and on the job.

Carlos bursts out laughing. “C’mon then, show me what you’ve got, Strand.”

Tags under the cut cos they seem to still be wonky:

@liminalmemories21 (if you haven’t started anything new, can I have some Knave outtakes pretty pls 🙏🏽) @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @goodways @chicgeekgirl89

@strandnreyes @reyesstrand @carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet

@fitzherbertssmolder @whatsintheboxmh (art wips from you both maybe?) @carlos-tk @nancygillianmvp

@kiwiana-writes @indestructibleheart @stereopticons @dumbpeachjuice @clottedcreamfudge

@orchidscript @vineofroses @firenati0n @happiness-of-the-pursuit @read-and-write- @14carrotghoul

[simgerale]

he kind of looks like a founding father but he's also kind of hot...................... anyone else agree or am i gonna look silly

[cinamun]

A couple of outtakes that REALLY made me consider this mod <- except I worry they'll just pick up that stupid future cube instead...

anyway... teeny tiny update tomorrow and then we need to check on some folks on Sunday. One murderous folk in particular.....

[brokehorrorfan]

Rock 'n' Roll High School will be released on 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray on December 10 via Shout Factory. From executive producer Roger Corman, the 1979 musical comedy cult classic is celebrating its 45th anniversary.

Allan Arkush (Caddyshack II) directs from a script by Richard Whitley, Russ Dvonch, and Joseph McBride. P.J. Soles, Vince Van Patten, Clint Howard, Dey Young, Mary Woronov, and Paul Bartel star with The Ramones.

The film has been newly scanned in 4K from the original camera negative with Dolby Vision. Special features for the three-disc set are listed below.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD:

Audio Commentary with Stephen B. Armstrong, Author of I Want You Around: The Ramones and the Making of Rock ‘n’ Roll High School (new)

Audio Commentary with Director Allan Arkush, Producer Mike Finnell, and Writer Richard Whitley

Audio Commentary with Director Allan Arkush and Actors P.J. Soles and Clint Howard

Audio Commentary with Writers Richard Whitley and Russ Dvonch

Audio Commentary with Executive Producer Roger Corman and Actress Dey Young

Disc 2 - Blu-ray:

Audio Commentary with Stephen B. Armstrong, Author of I Want You Around: The Ramones and the Making of Rock ‘n’ Roll High School (new)

Audio Commentary with Director Allan Arkush, Producer Mike Finnell, and Writer Richard Whitley

Audio Commentary with Director Allan Arkush and Actors P.J. Soles and Clint Howard

Audio Commentary with Writers Richard Whitley and Russ Dvonch

Audio Commentary with Executive Producer Roger Corman and Actress Dey Young

Disc 3 - Blu-ray:

Interview with Musician/Actor Marky Ramone (new)

Class of ’79: 40 Years of Rock ‘n’ Roll High School - Revised

Back to School: A Retrospective

Staying After Class - Interview with Actors P.J. Soles, Vincent Van Patten, and Dey Young

Allan Arkush's 2019 Sunday Slasher Intro

Interview with Roger Corman Conducted by Leonard Maltin

Interview with Director Allan Arkush

Audio Outtakes from The Roxy

Theatrical Trailer

TV Spot

Radio Spots

Riff Randell (P.J. Soles) is the rockingest rebel at Vince Lombardi High. Evelyn Togar (Mary Woronov) is the strict new principal with plans to rule the school like her own personal dictatorship. And the Ramones are the hottest band around. When these forces of nature collide, Lombardi High will never be the same! Striking back against Togar's record burnings and iron-fisted discipline, Riff leads a revolt that rocks the roof right off the school's hallowed halls!

Pre-order Rock 'n' Roll High School.

[liminalmemories21]

Fuck It Friday - S4 Interstitial Outtake

tagged @jesuisici33 (thank you!), and for @rmd-writes because she asked for the full AU version of TK and Carlos going up to New York for Passover in S4 (this was written before the episode where they discussed children, and then cut after because it got Joss'd for so many reasons). I think there's a small bit of dialogue at the end about missing Gwyn that still got rescued and reused in the posted story, albeit in a different place (and this is why I never delete anything and have hundreds of pages of cut material).

Tagging anyone else who has outtakes they want to share. Outtakes are the best part of the after movie experience.

Carlos has no baseline for what to expect from either New York, or from a Passover seder.  He's seen New York in movies and TV shows obviously, and he's learned it more intimately from the stories that Owen and TK tell.  They're not staying for that long on this trip, and they're going to a seder on Saturday and Easter lunch with Enzo's family on Sunday, but TK promises that he's taking him into real New York before they leave. 

Enzo makes a face at TK.  "Queens is real New York."

TK snags a piece of grape from Jonah's plate.  "Debatable."

Enzo rolls his eyes, but he's smiling.  "Snob." 

TK shrugs and doesn't disagree, just leans in to whisper to Jonah.  'We'll take you with us, you're never too young for dim sum."

Carlos has even less idea what to expect from a seder.  He's read about it, but that's abstract.  They're going to a seder at friends of Gwyn and Enzo's, a family TK has known since childhood.  He'd made a complicated face when Enzo had told them a few weeks ago, and said with trepidation.  "Is Miriam going to be there?"

Enzo had laughed so hard down the phone that he'd dropped it.  "She hasn't had a crush on you since she was 15, TK.  I think you're safe."

"You're not the one she tried to hit on every holiday," TK says sourly.

Carlos does his best to keep a straight face.  "How old were you?"

"A year older than her."  TK grins suddenly.  "To be fair, I'm pretty sure I spent a lot of time at holiday dinners trying to awkwardly hit on her older brother, so you know."

"You did," Enzo says dryly.  "Every adult in the room suffered from schadenfreude watching the three of you."

The seder is lovely, long, although not as long as he'd been vaguely worried it would be from some of the blogs he'd read online, and as far as he can tell MIriam doesn’t try and hit on anyone except her wife.  He doesn't understand half of what's happening, but he nods at the right times, and takes the things that are handed to him, and piles his plate when they finally eat.  Mostly he watches TK and Jonah, and soaks in how alike they look, and how natural TK looks holding Jonah in his lap when he falls asleep halfway through the seder.  He has the same double vision he’d had at Hanukkah, of TK now with Jonah, and TK in the future sitting at a table with their children leading them through these same traditions.

Everyone tells stories about Gwen, and some about TK when he was younger, which make TK's cheeks burn red and bury his face in his hands.  "You are not allowed to tell anyone at home any of this," he hisses at Carlos when the conversation ebbs at one point.

He grins and crosses his fingers and nods. "Absolutely."

TK narrows his eyes at him.  "Just remember I talk to your sisters."

He nods seriously and then turns to Mrs. Fereira, “What was that you were saying about the play TK was in?” and dodges the pinch to his leg from TK.

Enzo vetoes making Jonah sit through two long religious events in two days, and they skip Easter mass on Sunday, but they do go out to Long Island for Easter lunch.  He thinks Enzo might have preferred to skip that too, let Jonah nap rather than get overtired and overstimulated two days in a row, but apparently his mother was willing to let them skip mass, but lunch was non-negotiable.

Enzo looks at Carlos as they pull up to the house and says, "I apologize in advance for literally everything."

TK snorts and reaches for Carlos's hand.  "I'm calling this payback for that first lunch at Tia Lucy's."  Carlos considers that, and decides that's probably fair.

He gives up trying to remember anyone’s names or relationships about three people in.  At some point he gets handed a plate piled with so much food that he thinks he’s not going to need to eat for a week after they leave. The woman sitting next to him snorts at the look on his face and volunteers her name, if not her place in the extended family, although he thinks she’s one of Enzo’s nieces.  “I’m Emma.  Sorry about the family.”

He smiles and takes a bite of the lamb and wonders who made it and if he can get the recipe.  “Don’t worry.  My family is a lot like this too.”  It explains a lot about how easily TK had weathered that first lunch at Tia Lucy’s if he’s got this kind of experience under his belt.

She gives him an evaluating look, decides he’s telling the truth and says, “Well, in that case I guess apologies for taking you away from your family on Easter.” 

He eyes the way TK has been suborned into a game of snakes and ladders by a group of kids, and the way Enzo’s alternately watching TK lose to a bunch of seven year olds, and keeping an eye on where Jonah’s trying to pet an elderly long suffering cat.  “You’re not.”

She gives him a sharp look and then nods with satisfaction and offers.  “Nonna practically adopted TK, you should probably expect an interrogation at some point.”

He tips his fork to her.  “Thanks for the warning.”

She shrugs. “He looks happier than I think I’ve ever seen him, and Enzo likes you, so you’ll probably do just fine.”

He doesn’t get interrogated by Nonna Luisa exactly, but she does ask for a rundown of his family, and job, and prospects and then starts telling him stories about a younger TK, and Enzo, and Gwen, and he thinks that means he passed.  TK seems to soak up the stories, even as Carlos can see how they weigh on him.  He nudges his thigh next to TK, letting him borrow whatever strength he needs.  TK reaches for his hand, thumb against his pulse point and draws him into the story that Enzo's sister is telling about the time Gwen tried to make lasagna.

"Wait," he says, "I didn't think your mother cooked."

Enzo's sister snorts at the same time TK does.  "She really really didn't," TK confirms.

Enzo's sister's laughs so hard as she repeats the sequence of phone calls from Gwen that half the story gets lost, and Enzo comes over to investigate what's going on.

His mouth twists in a rueful grin when he hears.  "She wouldn't even let me see what she'd made when I got home, took the trash out before I got there, and ordered Ethiopian from a place down the street.  She said she loved me, but she was never doing that again and if that was a deal breaker I should pack my bags and leave now, like she somehow thought that I had missed that the two of you lived on take out, and whatever your babysitter made you in the afternoons."

TK grins, and it's only a little melancholy.  "You spoiled us both when you moved in."

Enzo reaches out to ruffle his hair.  "Well, I had to bribe you with something to let me stay."

Enzo has classes on Monday, but they're not leaving until Tuesday morning, and they take the time to go out to Gwen's grave.  They take Jonah with them, and Carlos keeps an eye on him as he toddles around the cemetery while TK folds himself down next to the temporary marker.  The unveiling will be in late July, and Carlos has already put in for vacation time to come up for it.

He takes a few steps away to give TK privacy to talk to Gwyn, and crouches to take the stick that Jonah solemnly hands him.  He turns at TK's voice, raised just loud enough to carry.

"Hey, Jonah, come say hi to Mom."

He takes Jonah's hand to help guide him over to the grave, and then lets TK settle Jonah on his lap.  Jonah squirms a little, and doesn't really understand what they're doing here, but he catches enough of TK's mood to settle for long enough to obediently say hello to Gwyn and Carlos feels his heart clench when Jonah offers TK a small rock he has clenched in his fist.  He can see the tears on TK's lashes, but his voice is somehow steady when he tells Jonah, "That's perfect, honey.  Do you want to put it on her grave?"

Jonah looks a little dubious, but puts it on the marker and then looks at TK for approval.  TK kisses the top of his head.  "It's a way for us to remember her," he explains to Jonah.  He scrubs surreptitiously at his eyes and pushes himself up.  He looks at Carlos.  "You want to talk to her?"

He nods, and squeezes TK's hand as TK stoops to pick Jonah up and walks a little bit away for them to look at the buds on the fruit tree nearby.  He sits on the ground in front of the grave, in the same place TK had.  He's never really done this before, never really had anyone that close to him who's died.  He feels a little awkward, but, "Hi Gwyn.  Your son asked me to marry him, and it was the best day of my life.  I know I screwed it up a little after that, but he's got more patience than most people give him credit for, and he's got so much patience with me even when I don't think I deserve it."  He puts a hand on the ground.  "I promise you, I am going to love him for the rest of my life, and I am going to try every single day to make him happy."  His voice catches in his throat.  "I wish you could be there, to dance at our wedding, and tell me you told me so, and make him laugh.  But, even if you aren't there in person, I know that you will be there in TK, and in Jonah, and in the memory of every person you met and loved, and through me for him.  And, I am so grateful for that.  I don't think I have words for how grateful I am for him, and that you trusted me with him.  I won't let you down, I promise.."

When he looks up, TK's watching him with a small tired smile.  They go to lunch afterwards at the tiny dim sum shop on Spring Street, and they cut up a dumpling into little pieces and let Jonah gum at them.  The owner remembers TK, and looks sincerely upset when he tells her that Gwyn passed, and brings them out a plate of bao they hadn't ordered, and when TK says thank you Carlos can hear the tears in his voice.  "They were her favorite," TK says when they're alone.  "I can't believe she remembered that."

When Carlos suggests they just go home after lunch TK only makes a token objection.  "I was going to show you Manhattan." 

He nudges TK towards the subway, and hopes he's remembered the right one.  "We'll be up here a lot more times, you have years to show me New York.  Right now I think we all need naps, and he nods at Jonah who's already conked out in his stroller.

TK's mouth twists with amusement.  "I think I envy him a little."

They're playing blocks with Jonah when Enzo gets home that afternoon, and he makes a face as he sits down on the carpet with them.  "I am too old for this."  He points a finger at them, "Let this be a lesson, have your children when you're young.  Or," he reaches out to cup the back of TK's neck, "acquire them when they're past the age of crawling on the carpet."  TK grins and ducks his head, and offers Enzo a hand to lever him up off the carpet. 

TK gets quieter the later in the evening it is, but it isn't until after they've put Jonah to bed that he says, "I really miss Mom."

Carlos curves a hand across his knee, anchoring him, and Enzo reaches out a hand to TK and holds it firm when TK takes it.  "I know, kid.  Me too.  Every day."

When he comes back from brushing his teeth he finds TK standing in the bedroom, staring at the framed pictures on the dresser.  It’s a timeline of TK as a kid, with Gwen, with Owen, with Enzo, in the middle of a pack of kids he thinks he recognizes as younger version of the people he met yesterday, a prom picture of TK with another boy in a tux, both of them looking gangly and awkward.  He comes up behind TK, looping an arm around his waist and peering over his shoulder.  “You were a cute kid.”

TK twists his neck to smile at him.  “I think Enzo’s cherry picking the pictures.  I know Mom and Dad showed you all the embarrassing ones, don’t lie.”

He grins.  “Yeah, possibly.”  He drops a kiss to the back of TK’s shoulder.  “What are you thinking?”

TK sighs and traces a finger along the edge of a picture of him and Gwen at a restaurant somewhere, both of them grinning and laughing.  “I keep thinking it’ll get easier, that some day it’ll feel like less of a shock to remember that she’s gone.  But then Dad’ll say something and I’ll think I have to tell Mom that, or there’ll be something I want to ask her about, or something I want her to tell me how to do, and I’ll remember that I can’t and it’s like hearing Enzo say it for the first time all over again.”

He steps up closer behind TK, tucking his body closer.  “It hasn’t even been a year yet, sweetheart.  Give yourself time.”

“There was so long when I never imagined that I’d get married, not really.  But Mom always thought I would.”  He turns in Carlos’s arms to look at him.  “She said she knew you were the one, even if we never got married that you were the one.  She would have loved helping us plan the wedding.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow and says dryly, “Because what this wedding needs is more opinions.”

TK grins.  “Yeah, but she would have fought with Dad, and it would have been epic and we could have done whatever and neither one of them would have noticed until it was too late.”  He stops abruptly, swallowing hard, and Carlos can hear tears thick in his throat.  “She’s never going to see me get married.  She’s never going to meet her grandchildren.”

And Carlos aches for him, and folds him closer and lets him cry, and curls up with him in bed when TK will let him coax him under the covers.

TK hugs Jonah for a long time the next morning, until Jonah wriggles away, but comes back with a handful of acorns that he holds out to TK.  TK looks at them bemused, and Enzo stifles a laugh.  “He collects them.  It’s an honor if he’s giving you one.”  TK nods and takes his time picking one out and says thank you.

Enzo hugs him too, whispering something in his ear that makes TK hold on for a moment longer.  And then Enzo hugs Carlos too.  “Thank you for coming up.”  He looks at where TK is squatting next to Jonah.  “I always forget how much I miss him until I see him again.

“We’ll be back in July,” Carlos promises, “and then we’ll see you for the wedding.”

Enzo nods.  “Gwyn really loved you.  She was so sure that the two of you would end up married.  I like to think that somewhere she’s gloating, and annoyed that she can’t make bank collecting on all the pots she had a finger in.”

Carlos laughs, and TK looks up, and then pushes himself up.  “We need to leave, or we’re going to tempt fate getting to the airport on time.”

[frattweek]

Matt Murdock and Frank Castle standing back to backFRATT WEEK 7 starts tomorrow !

From October 28 to November 3, this blog is hosting an entire week about Matt Murdock and / or Frank Castle, but their exact relationship is up to you - lovers, fuckbuddies, enemies, friends, partners… you pick! You can also do a Matt-only or a Frank-only work. OT+ (Fratt+) welcome!

All versions of Frank Castle & Matt Murdock are welcome: comics, TV shows, movies… All lengths and sizes, all types of fanworks welcome: fic, art, fibercraft, translation, podfic (don’t forget to check in with the original creator if you’re podficcing/translating!)… or a new chapter of a fic, an outtake from a series…

Halloween is also right in the middle of FW 7 so if you’re in the mood for a little spook… feel free to add bats, spiderwebs, or ghosts to all your Fratt content!

Each day comes with a theme: Monday 28: Blood Tuesday 29: Bar Wednesday 30: Trust Thursday 31/Halloween: Spirit Friday 1: Pray / Prayer Saturday 2: Bag Sunday 3: Free topic / Amnesty day if you couldn’t post before!

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Don’t forget you can already post in the dedicated AO3 collection earlier - one month before the start of the event, the collection will be set so that all new works are invisible! All newly posted works will be revealed on Fratt Week, so you can start as early as you’d like ^_^

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Digital art of Matt Murdock and Frank Castle stand back to back on the left of a dark red grid background. Matt is in his red daredevil suit, hanging upside down and his head resting on Frank’s right shoulder. Frank is angry frowning and looking up. Two white lines form a tilted X are on the right side of the art. The text on top of the line is “Fratt Week 7 28th Oct - 3rd Nov”, the text at the bottom of the line is “Frattweek.tumblr.com”

1/ Blood – bleeding, family, kin, clan, spill, martyr, thicker than water, vampire, fake, communion… 2/ Bar – drinking establishment, bar exam, disbarred, rebar (construction worker!Frank, anyone?), ka-bar knife, to bar someone from something, things going fubar… 3/ Trust – trust fund, to trust, trust in god, mistrust, trusty (gun, fist, baton, friend/partner…) 4/ Spirit – ghost, alcohol, spiritual, spiritism, spirited, sprite… 5/ Pray / Prayer: religion, Madonna (Like A Prayer;-), misheard prey… 6/ Bag – under the eyes, heavy bag, grocery bag, to bag (a criminal?), baggy (clothes?), gym bag, duffle bag, bag over the head, bodybag, bagged a criminal…