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lewinblue · 2 months ago

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The Bookkeeper and The Cowboy || Pt 1

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Summary: A new bookstore is making its way into Wabang and has everyone gossiping. Some are excited, the kids are happy, some are grumpy and Rhett, well he’s just a little bit curious.

A/N: This was originally going to be one part. I have no self control, though, so it’ll probably 2 or 3

Wabang, Wyoming is a small town with people who knew each other, and parents and grandparents who likely knew each other. If you lived there you likely never thought of leaving. If you grew up in the dusty old town it likely never occurred to you to leave.

Everyone knew each other, every building was known and every person who ran it was known by name. Everyone knew that Maren at ‘Maren’s Marvelous Hair Salon’ was a gossip and that Joe who worked at the butcher's was vulgar but still kind and would likely give you an extra slice of your favorite place of meat. Everyone knew the teachers. Ms. Kay, who was secretly seeing Luke Tillerson, and was teaching second grade. Everyone adored her. She was kind, sweet, and gentle with her students. She waved and smiled at the parents of her students. Unlike the high school teacher Mr. Daughtery. The older man never smiled and was always found with a cup of coffee in his hand. When someone addressed him he only grunted and turned away. Some wondered why he hadn’t retired yet or found another job but most of the time, people just ignored him.

It was no wonder that Rhett Abbott didn’t notice that new building being put up right away. No one had bothered to mention it to him. His dad was working him to the bone and when Maren caught him running errands for his dad for the ranch she never mentioned it.

Rhett only became aware of the new building when he went into the tractor supply store to pick up feed for the animals on the ranch. Old man Waters (no one knew his first name anymore, he could have been the first one in the town for all anyone knows) mentioned a new bookstore that was in the works down the street. He didn’t say it in a grumble or in a way he detested a new business. No, he seemed rather…happy about it? Supposedly his granddaughter loved spending time over there after school even though it wasn’t completely finished. Every time he saw her she chatted nonstop about the new owner and the books and even how the building was coming along.

Rhett nodded and tipped his hat, making sure to say thank you because if there was one thing Cecilia Abbott did right it was to raise her sons with manners. After he stocked the bed of his truck full of feed for the animals and some other things for the ranch, Rhett sat in the truck for a minute longer than usual. He could see the budding store from here and he couldn’t deny that the curiosity got the better of him.

If he took a bit longer to get home than usual it definitely wasn’t to see the new bookstore. It was cream and green and on a hanging green wooden poster it read ‘Cover to Cover’. It was clever and left a small smile on his face for no one to see but himself.

When Rhett finally arrived home it was dark and his mom was just about to finish cooking dinner. Mashed potatoes and pork chops it looked like again. He knew better than to complain, it was Perry and his dad’s favorite meal.

As the plates were being served Rhett reached over to playfully mess with Amy’s hair which made the young girl giggle and her father grumble which only added to the satisfaction Rhett felt. He and Perry could argue from sun up to sun down, never agreeing on anything. Mostly on Rhett’s life choices but he couldn’t deny that Perry did one thing right at that was to make Amy. He adored his niece, her laugh, her adventurous spirit, and her no-nonsense attitude that developed before she could talk.

“Did you pick up the feed for the horse?” His dad grumbled in a question.

Rhett knew not to take it personally. It was just how his dad spoke. He was all hard edges and no soft-spoken words. Those were saved for his wife his his granddaughter. Sometimes, when he was younger, Rhett, wondered if Royal even saw him and Perry as sons and just as extra hands to help around the ranch.

“Yeah,” he said, just as gruffly after swallowing a dry pork chop. “It’s all in the bed of my truck.”

“It took you so long. Thought you might be visiting one of your little bunnies.” Perry smirked and Rhett bit his tongue.

“I was catching with Old Man Waters, while I was there,” Rhett said, despite not owing his brother a reply. His mom was still at the table and didn’t want the conversation to turn into something inappropriate.

“I wanna see a bunny,” Amy said innocently.

Rhett looked at Perry and raised an eyebrow. Once he saw his brother's cheeks turn pink he knew he won.

“It’s not those kind of bunnies, darling.” His mom said and pointedly looked at Rhett for the next bit, “I wouldn’t want you catching anything from those bunnies. Who knows where they’ve been.”

Clear to change the subject Royal jumped in, “What did you and Old Man Waters talk about?”

“Not much,” Rhett tried for nonchalance. He didn’t want his dad to see how much this particular subject interested him. “He said that someone is building a bookstore, it’s not fully done, but he said that his granddaughter loves it already.”

Royal hurmphed at the idea. He stabbed his food before saying in a grumpier tone than usual. “What happened to kids reading at school or their parents reading to them? If you ask me it sounds like some yuppie bullshit.”

“I think it’s nice that there’s a place for people to get books and hang out when they're not working.” His mom said placatingly.

“That’s until more people move to Wabang and new houses and apartments are built and we’ll even have a Starbucks.”

“I only said Old Man Waters said it, doesn’t mean it’s true. It could go under in a month.”

Nothing else was said for the rest of the meal. Everyone could tell that the tonal shift had changed and even young Amy didn’t look up from her plate.

When all the plates were in the sink Rhett offered to help his mom clean them. As if his dad and brother ever would, Cecelia shooed Jim off knowing that he would have to be awake before the sun came up to help his dad with the ranch.

He kissed his mom good night, skipped his after-dinner beer, and took the stairs two at a time. It was quiet except for the quiet noises coming from the bedrooms. His dad was talking nonsense, nothing unusual there, Perry was already snoring. From what? Rhett had no idea he wasn’t the one running around town and as far as he knew their dad had been taking it easy on Perry when it came to the Ranch.

When he passed by Amy’s room it was dead silent. Amy was never silent. Before he could think about it he gently tapped on her bedroom door and moments later Amy stood looking up at him.

“Hi. Uncle Rhett,” she smiled.

The end of his lip quirked and he asked. “How did you know it wasn't your dad or grandpa?”

She rolled her eyes and he realized fast then he liked that Mentions that Amy might like that his sweet little niece Amy was growing up.

“Grandpa pounds on the door like I can’t hear him. Dad just barges in. You and Grandma are the only ones who knock like normal people.”

Rhett nodded at that. It seemed about right the two of them had been doing it his whole life. Maybe for her birthday he’ll get her a lock and install it for her.

“You were quiet at dinner. I wanted to know what was up.”

The girl was quiet for a moment. Long enough for Rhett to start to worry. Amy was never quiet for too long around her uncle.

“I wanna see the bookstore.” She mumbles, nearly whispers. As though she’s afraid Royal will hear her from down the hall.

Rhett made an inquisitive noise, leaned on the doorframe, and crossed his arms. He waited for Amy to continue and after a moment she did.

“A few of my friends have been over to see it and all of grandma and grandpa’s books are boring. The school library’s books are falling apart.” She said this all in one gust of air. “I want to see what it’s all about but Grandpa knows everyone in town and they’ll tell him.”

“Your grandpa doesn’t know everything,” Rhett said with a smirk, thinking back to his childhood and teenage days when he managed to get with a lot more than his parents realized.

At her still-present frown that tugged on his heartstrings, Rhett said without thinking, “I’ll take you there. I drove past it on the way back home and maybe I could pick you up after school and bring you to the s bookstore.”

“Really?” Amy exclaimed and shy he’d herself so as not to wake anyone. She looked around to check that no one else moved around and then looked up at her uncle. “You would do that?

“If you get some sleep tonight and are good in school tomorrow, I’ll be right outside waiting for you.” He swore.

Of course, he wanted Amy to be happy and his father's disdain for any new business from outsiders was irksome. However, when he drove by the cream and green cozy-looking shop he couldn’t help but feel his curiosity peek. His niece wasn’t the only one who wanted to go, he wanted to go into the bookstore too.

#rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range fic #outer range #my writing

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oldworldwidgets · 8 months ago

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TEDDY TIME TEDDY TIME

howdy pardners this is theodore dawson, my courier from new vegas :3 he is very large and very angry yet very soft and very gay and he is so precious to me

here's his playlist!! once again it's chronological so u can listen to his story like a fun yeehaw jukebox musical. i think his is my favorite of all my character playlists

alllll the teddy stuff (appearance, stats, story before the canon events of the game, fun facts) can be found under the cut!!! if you feel so inclined to read The Long Version written like a story where my longwinded ass spends about 7k words talking about themes and character motivations (and some soft gay longing perhaps), it's up on ao3 here.

appearance

41 years old; birthday may 3, 2240

6’6 with broad shoulders, generally built like a securitron.

patches of vitiligo splash across his face, chest, and arms

bennys bullet hit the right side of his face, carving a path from his eye to his ear, where a chunk of his ear is missing

because of this, he's blind in his right eye. the blind eye (a light, milky blue) is always a bit more closed than the seeing one (a dark, warm brown)

dark auburn chin-length hair and a short beard, both peppered with white because of his age and vitiligo. a big chunk of hair behind his ear is white as it grows from the scar.

he wears a horse or cow-skin vest with a great khans patch on the back

signature black cowboy hat, either on the top of his head or tied around his neck so it hangs down his back

gold jewelry - dangly cross earring in his left ear, upside down cross on a leather strap around his neck, big ass belt buckle

bright red shotgun shells on leather belt slung around his waist for his shotgun, dinner dell

stats

SPECIAL: 8, 1, 4, 5, 9, 2, 10

favorite perks: confirmed bachelor, animal friend, ferocious loyalty, intimidating presence

story

his dad was raised in utah and was very strictly mormon. when new jerusalem collapsed, dad moved himself, his wife, and his first son to the mojave and found work on an NCR sharecropper farm.

teddy was born fifth of six kids: four older brothers and one younger sister. he, his sister hannah, and his brother noah all have very visible vitiligo.

the kids were all also raised strictly mormon. his whole childhood, they were very poor. "at least we have each other" poor. his dad blamed it on the NCR, who owned the house and land and animals they ranched. they owned nothing, and the NCR paid them little more than that. teddy was quickly disillusioned with the NCR, then with the three of his brothers who decided to join them. one brother stayed back to inherit the ranch.

turns out, the NCR was paying; dad was just gambling it all away. he was so deeply in debt to all the families on the strip that they all decided to cut their losses and burn his farm to the ground.

that's... that's the story teddy decided to tell hannah, anyway (he wouldnt tell u this but he totally burnt that shit down on purpose). mom, dad, and one of his brothers were lost in the fire. teddy and hannah made it out, waved goodbye, parted ways.

teddy took his horse, old red, and began running jobs for whoever needed them. he never tied himself to one organization aaand his jobs weren't always above the ethical board. really, it was luck of the draw that, on any given day, he was the one defending the caravan instead of stealing from it

when he eventually went searching for his siblings, he found that two of the three brothers that had enlisted, predictably, were killed on duty. noah, though, had absconded almost immediately upon arrival due to a nasty chem habit

he found hannah "working" in front of gomorrah on the stip - her vitiligo made them instantly recognizable to each other - but she pretended not to know him because she was ashamed. he understood and gave up, but not before she hinted that he could find noah at the old mormon fort

he did, in fact, find noah there, medically detoxing under the care of some hot, blonde doctor (bweheheh....). they reconnected and it was..... really nice, even when they talked about how ashamed their dad would be if he could see them. it didnt matter. the family disappointments were the only family survivors.

teddy and arcade quickly grew very fond of each other, with arcade even being the first one to call him "teddy" after he told the doctor his name was theodore. he decided, despite its cutesy nature, to keep it.

after finishing his open jobs, teddy decided to stay with noah at the fort and run jobs for the followers when they needed it. he got reeeal comfy with arcade, and their subtle, playful flirtations eventually became noticeable to others. his brother, angry and sick from chem withdrawal and still fighting his religious upbringing, could not handle finding out that his baby brother was gay. when he did, he angrily shouted slurs and threw bottles at them until he was sedated and returned to bed.

teddy left the fort that night while everyone but the night watchman slept. he struggled to recover from what happened and drifted listlessly for a while... until he heard the news that noah had fled from his "rehab" program in the fort the day after teddy left, overdosed, and died.

the news spurred something in him, and he went looking for a real family and place to call home. after excelling in his initiation trials, he found one with the great khans. for two years, he was their resident rancher, runner, therapist, you name it.

then: 2278. the bitter springs massacre. teddy was away when it happened, and he still hasnt forgiven himself for it.

he spent the next three years drifting - again. hunting NCR. somehow racking up bounties in seemingly every single tribe in the mojave. his infamy, believe it or not, helped him survive: when he came across those who would kill him or turn him in, they seemed to prioritize who got to turn him in and collect the bounty over keeping themselves alive. whoops!

it was exhausting, though. drifting, killing, taking on the wasteland completely alone (except his beloved animals) took a heavy toll on teddy. he'd always been a killer and an outlaw, but he'd always been paid to clear other people's consciences. now, he felt he was only killing people to run from the consequences of his own actions. it was exhausting.

so, when three strangers – one in a loud, black-and-white checkered blazer – tried to knock him out and bind his hands, well… he had no reason not to let them.

*aint that a kick in the head starts blaring*

fun facts

hes not a big chem guy but hes such an alcoholic. in game he keeps at least 10 whiskeys on him at all times but would prefer to drink a sarsaparilla over using a stimpak.

he needs glasses pretty badly for his one seeing eye but he’s too stubborn to wear them

his scars always look a bit irritated because he doesnt take care of himself

he was a big pistol guy before benny shot him, but after he went blind in his aiming eye and started suffering from bouts of dizziness, he became a shotgunner. they require a far-from-perfect style of aiming

#BEHOLD: TEDDY #tw: religion #tw: overdose #not teddy but an important (non-canon) character #oc: teddy #fallout new vegas #new vegas oc #fallout oc #fnv oc #fnv courier #arcade gannon #courier three #followers of the apocalypse #courier 3

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themorriganwitch · 2 years ago

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Top Gun Maverick - How the Characters met their s/o and some HeadCanons for their relationship

Summary: How the Characters met their s/o and some HeadCanons for their relationship

Characters: Rooster, Hangman, Bob, young Mav and Fanboy

Warnings: 18+, MDNI

Words: 1,8k

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin:

- contrary to many believes I am convinced that Jake married young.

- either his high school or his college sweetheart

- definitely enemies to lovers

- it took them a while to figure their feelings out bc Jake was a teasing / flirting jerk and his s/o was not having any of it.

- they are the kind of couple who are extremely into PDA that makes everyone around them feeling cringey.

- also, a very competitive couple but in a healthy way where both parties are thriving to help the other becoming the best version of themselves.

- always doing their work outs together

- they probably had their first child soon after graduating college, 6 months married when Jake had just joined the Navy.

- it was not always an easy road, but they always worked through it.

- I am convinced they have a bunch of kids, probably between 3 or 4 with one set of twins.

- Jake passed out after he found out he will be a dad of twins.

- during the TGM time frame his kids were between the ages 10 – 5.

- I see Jake being the chilled parent, while his s/o is the one who is a bit stricter in her parenting.

- as well as with his wife, Jake always makes sure to reassure his kids to follow their dreams.

- at least one of the twins (a boy and a girl) when not both joined the navy, giving their mom a heart attack.

- After Jake got a permanent Job without being on deployments that often, he totally bought a ranch with some cows, so he would have an apology to wear his cowboy hat the whole time.

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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw :

- Bradley never really believed that he was capable of having a relationship.

- Everyone he ever loved either died or betrayed him, so he closed off from an early age.

- That’s why he only had one-night stands or casual friends with benefits scenarios for the first 30 years of his life.

- Bradley is made for the friends to lovers’ trope.

- Probably met his s/o via friends, maybe a friend of Phoenix who he met a few years after they graduated Top Gun

- She is probably quite a bit younger than him.

- They were friends for at least 1 ½ years, until Bradley trusted her with his whole heart.

- It was on his dad’s death anniversary, which he normally spends alone, when his s/o showed up on his door, knowing he would need someone today.

- She is the first person who has seen him cry since his mom died.

- That was also the day he knew that she is not just a friend, but he is in love.

- At first, he was totally overwhelmed, never kneeing the feeling of real love.

- He probably needed some space after this, processing everything.

- But then showed up on their doorstep, confessing his feelings.

- After that day the both of them were inseparable

- They are each other’s best friend, partner in crime and ride or die.

- He is also the person who would never judge his partner for having mental health issues, he would be incredibly supportive cause he knows what the darkness feels like

- They probably have 2 or three kids, 2 girls and one boy (who is obviously called Nick)

- Roosters wife is probably pregnant with baby number 2 during the TGM time frame.

- They own a huge beach house in San Diego

- They are hosting the best barbecues

- They also have 2 dogs, probably golden retrievers which Rooster named Iceman and Maverick (he still thinks about getting a chihuahua and calling him Hangman)

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Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd :

- Robert knows his s/o since birth.

- Definitely childhood friends to lovers

- Their moms were best friend since middle school and as soon as they knew they will have each a boy and a girl, they had the dream of their kids ending up together.

- That’s exactly the reason it took the two of them years to actually come together.

- Both were quite good friends but their moms’ making comments about them coming together is just extremely cringe and strange for them (in their teen years)

- Their ways parted when they choose different colleges and only saw each other on holiday breaks when they came home.

- They would then spend every minute together by watching movies or driving through the city at night, talking about life.

- It was when Bob announced he will join the Navy that his s/o realized that she is in love with him.

- And it took Bob 8 months longer, until he had to eject out of a plane for the first time, terrified for his dear life that he realized the same.

- After Bob graduated Top Gun, he made his way back home and the both of them shared their feelings with each other that night.

- Everything about their relationship screams true love.

- Their moms both cried when the two announced they were engaged, 3 years after coming together.

- Due to some issues, it took Bob and his s/o a couple of years to get pregnant.

- But after a couple of years, they welcomed their only daughter in this world.

- Bob is definitely a girl dad.

- And he would throw the world best sleep overs for his daughter.

- With some homemade popcorn and different themes, he crafted some décor for

- Due to their fertility issues, they were probably still trying doing the TGM time frame, so this would probably a topic Bob and Phoenix would have talked often about in private.

- And she was just as happy as the grandmas to be, when she found out she was going to be an aunt.

- Bob and his s/o bought a huge house in their hometown shortly after their daughter was born

- This house is also the spot where every Dagger Celebration takes place

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Young Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell:

- His relationship to his s/o reminds me of the lyrics in Taylor Swifts song Mine

- ‘You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter.’

- His tropes also totally scream summer romance and the one that got away.

- It’s also giving Baby and Johnny (Dirty Dancing)

- He probably met her the summer when he was graduating Top Gun

- He was in his late twenties and she probably in her early to mid/twenties.

- She was probably in law or med school, trying to make her daddy proud, but she is a free spirit who is giving artsy vibes.

- Probably painted Mav on his Bike or in a cockpit a couple of times

- Their relationship progressed fast and was pretty passionate.

- Mav loved the sneaking around and encouraged his s/o to step up to her dad and follow her dreams.

- They had the perfect summer romance, with those cinematic moments (like riding his bike in the rain and sharing passionate kisses after)

- Their whole world shattered after Goose died.

- It was the end of the summer and s/o had to leave for university a couple of days after

- They were both heartbroken but agreed that every summer romance must come to an end.

- They were both deeply in love, without telling the other.

- Their heartbreak was horrifying.

- But they never stopped thinking about each other.

- It took them 5 years to reunite, meeting up in San Diego again, where reader opened a little cafe for artist after quitting college.

- It was a beautiful reunion, which lasted about 8 days until Mav got deployed.

- They both agreed that a stable relationship with a house, dog and kids were not what was in the cards for them at that point, so they kept in casual.

- It was about 15 years later, when Mav was in his mid 40’s and his s/o in her late 30’s that they agreed on settling down, in their own kind of way.

- Mav opened his shop and they both agreed on buying a black Labrador which they called Goose.

- Being the dagger squads second set of parents and working with them through their life crises

- Their life is not what others, especially people in the navy, would call conventional.

- But neither Mav nor his s/o is conventional and that’s the exact reason they love each other so deeply.

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Mikey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia:

- He is the dream guy for every fangirl.

- He probably met his s/o on a convention.

- This or it was a blind date which was set up by Payback.

- The two of them went out for Burger and Fries in a typical American Diner for their first date, where they talked and talked about every fandom they had ever been in

- They always have something to talk about

- The two of them will go to Comic Con and Fan Events together, wearing the cutest couple costumes ever.

- Gamer Boyfriend and Book Lover Girlfriend

- He is the one to re-create book scenes with

- Like standing in a doorframe and so on

- He will beta read every fanfiction his s/o ever wrote, giving great critique and compliments.

- Each other’s safe place

- After always being judged for being a part of several fandoms from early ages on, it is very important for them to never judge their partner and making sure both of them are feeling safe.

- Huge discussions after which fictional characters their kids will be named after

- They probably have two boys, who are 4 years apart.

- The first one was a couple of weeks old during the TGM time frame.

- Its broke Mickeys heart to leave his girlfriend and his newborn son alone, but Payback made sure to bring his WSO back to his family.

- They married shortly after the Uranium Mission, Payback being Fanboys best man.

- This wedding definitely had some Pinterest inspiration from different fandoms.

- For the name of their second son, the dagger squad had to vote between different fantasy names.

- Mickey lost after trying to get the others vote for Anakin Legolas Garcia

- The two of them hosting gaming events for Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and Hangman on the one side, while his wife, Bob, Phoenix, and Rooster had their book club meeting on the other side of the living room.

- They also make the greatest Christmas cards, every year a different fantasy theme.

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trashpie420 · 1 year ago

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Loki Season 2 was heartbreaking so im just writing what should've happened. Or just ideas/thoughts I wish/wanted to see. PART 3:

-Loki meeting Mobius/Don’s ex wife and her surprised that Mobius/Son found love for something that isn’t a jet ski.

-AU where Loki & Mobius open a beach themed bar so they can always be around/on jet skis and water together.

-AU where Loki is a famous model/influencer who falls in love with single dad Mobius at Möbius’s jet ski shop and ends up with 30+ jet skis (he got them so he can keep seeing Mobius).

-Mobius being a Wild West fanatic and Loki discovering that his boyfriend looks hot in cowboy boots.

-Loki having a goth/emo apparel (black cat energy) with Mobius being a suburban beach vibe cargo short dad (golden retriever energy).

-Loki & Mobius/Don on a date which ends up with Loki bumping into Jane and Darcy leading him to explain he is a different Loki and that he just wants to have a nice date with his husband.

-Loki stating he doesn’t like animals but ends up having a soft spot for old golden retrievers (they remind him of Mobius).

-Mobius/Don crushing hard on the new guy across the street (Loki moves across the street from him) and his work buddies notice how distracted Mobius/Don is on his jet skis.

-AU where Mobius is a stereotypical single dad who gets upset at his sons for playing with an Ouija board and deciding to go to the new “Magick” store to knock some sense into the guy who sold the Ouija board to his kids. However, plans change when he falls hard for the middle aged goth guy named Loki in all black, all tatted and rocking the eyeliner. Mobius has been “bewitched”.

These are what I have again for now. These ideas/AUs are open for taking and sharing. I hope y’all like it I might write a few of these as Fics.

#loki x mobius #loki season 2 #loki series #lokius #loki #mcu loki #mobius m mobius #marvel #mcu

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gperry007 · 6 months ago

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Something sad happened to me, almost 6 months ago, which still cuts today as it did on the 18th December 2023. My father passed away. His name was Alan Perry.

A friend of his Peter Thabit, asked me to write a few pages about his life for a poetry publication - the following is my attempt to put into words:

Alan Perry, son of Griff and Edna, retired Art teacher, writer, poet and extraordinary artist, but also Husband, Dad and friend to many he knew. To me, my father’s life was an enigma, he saw things others cannot, he uniquely expressed himself via poetry, writing, sculpture, photography and art. I am not going to try to outline his work or his creative processes, the artwork and the books and publications should speak for themselves. I am not going to write about the missing stories about his time as an aspiring art student in Swansea art college where he made lifelong friends and where he met the love of his life and future wife, my mother Jean. Or of his job as a comprehensive school Art teacher, inspiring kids in both Penlan and Morriston. Instead, I am going to write about the man I knew as my Dad. If I am honest, my Dad was just a sweet intelligent boy who grew up in Swansea surrounded by friends and family. He had a loyalty and love of family that kept him in Swansea. His mother wanted him to attend Oxford University, and as many of his accolades show he could well have been capable of going to Oxford and leading a different life. I don’t think he ever regretted not leaving.

He grew up in Post War Swansea, attending Bishop Gore Gramma School. Once he told me, of care free times he played cowboys and Indians with his brother ‘Andrew’ in Singleton Park and on the sand dunes between the Cenotaph and Black Pill. Although things were not all plain sailing, he got into trouble by putting a fake message in a bottle, after being inspired after reading Robinson Crusoe, he launched it off Swansea sands near Black Pill, only to be found out and after the emergency services spent time and resources on a fruitless search. I remember him telling me of the time when his Spanish teacher predicted he would fail his Spanish exam, but as with most things in his life he proved him wrong by passing with an ‘A’. I think this recollection may have been more to set an example for my attitude to education. A pitfall of having both parents as Teachers, high standards are always expected, but I digress. Dad had a wonderful sense of humour, we would watch many comedies on TV together, Monty Pythons flying circus to the Young Ones to ‘Laurel and Hardy films or Father Ted. He had an infectious laugh, if you were upset and annoyed you couldn’t stay that way for long once he had that silly grin on his face.

He was also very competitive, trying to beat me at chess and snooker or running, he always had that glint in his eye if he thought he could win. One time my Dad was asked to play soccer with his teacher colleagues, but he was overweight and out of condition, mainly through inactivity and he had struggled to play. Dad being Dad, his competitiveness streak spurred him to change. So much so, I must have been about 9 or 10 at the time, he took me and my brother our Labrador cross ‘Gypsy’ down to the ‘slip’ on Swansea front, where he attempted to run along the promenade. We were laughing because both my brother and I were able to run longer and faster than our Dad. But unphased that was the beginning of my Dad’s running career. He trained every single day, taking Gypsy and running, come rain or shine. He lost so much weight to the extent none of his suits that he used to wear to school would fit him. As a teenager I would run 3 miles with him some evenings, but my Dad had gotten so fit he would leave me for dust the last 400 yards as we raced to the bottom of Constitution Hill.

And by the age of 40, he had run the London Marathon – 26 Miles in the impressive time of 3 hrs and 14 minutes. I was 44 when I completed the London half marathon in the same time, bringing home the reality of how fast my Dad had run the full race, twice the distance in a faster time. And although Gypsy eventually could not keep up with him and sadly passed away, my Dad continued to run most days well into his 60’s, he would jog along the sea front or run his usual 3 mile loop.

Snooker was another of his sporting loves, always watching Pot Black and eventually the World Snooker Championships at the Crucible in Sheffield. One Christmas I remember getting a 5ft snooker table, and the hours of fun we spent, trying to become the next Welsh Champion to replace Terry Griffiths. Over 20 years he played his best friend JM in a running snooker tournament. He wrote this poem to commemorate their partnership:

In the Green Baize For John Davies

The kids all back at school, these days we have the top floor to ourselves...

No horseplay, no high-jinx, no boisterous talk - no sound at all but the click of balls, the scratch of chalk.

We can hear ourselves breathe. We can hear ourselves soundlessly walk from pocket to pocket...

Twenty-five years - and less than a score of frames between us! Yet we haven’t improved one jot - except now we botch our shots and fiddle the scoreboard with far more finesse.

Sometimes we argue. Sometimes we joke. Sometimes we curse our luck or pull off a miracle stroke.

Sometimes it feels like we’re stranded in space - two minor deities, two unranked Sysiphuses - sending these colourful spheres on their fruitless errands, not permitted a rest or a break until we’ve exhausted every possible configuration.

Sometimes we snooker ourselves and sometimes each other. Sometimes we play the percentages game and sometimes go for the pot. And sometimes, as one lines up a shot, the other, grown bored, looks beyond the rectangle of light to the back of the hall, where tabletops lie motionless and mute ranged in their dark like slabs

The stillness there is monolithic, absolute.

He was also a passionate Welsh Rugby fan stemming from his days of playing for the Bishop Gore School rugby team, many a time I would get a photo of him proudly wearing a Welsh Jersey and holding a leek on the start of the six nations.

Whenever I needed something or some help he would drop everything. I remember when we bought our first house in Kingston upon Thames (a very small mid-terrace two bedroom working men’s cottage from the 1880’s) and were having a new kitchen installed. Cecile and I both had work commitments and Dad stepped in and offered to look after the Plumber installing a new sink and washing machine. At 12pm I got a phone call from my father apologising that due to a spate with the Plumber, the Plumber had walked off the job. When I asked what happened, he explained that the Plumber had been complaining about the small space he had to work in, all morning, and that the Plumber’s language was very colourful every other word was F’ing this F’ing that, swearing about everything, but mainly about the small area he had to work in. Finally, it came to a head when the Plumber turned to my father and asked if he had a drill bit, he had not brought with him to complete the job. My father is normally a patient man, it takes a lot to push my father’s buttons, but on this occasion, he turned to the Plumber and replied, ‘No, he did not have a spare fucking drill bit, any fucking Plumber worth his salt would come prepared for every fucking eventuality and would carry the correct fucking toolbit in his tool box in the first place.’ The Plumber was take aback, he said ‘ you can’t swear at me like that’, my father said ‘ you have been F’ing and blinding and complaining ever since first thing this morning, I am just talking back to you the way you have been speaking out loud. And that was that, the Plumber turned face, packed his tools and left the job unfinished. And that was my Dad, he rang me sheepishly to tell me what he did, and I could not hold it against him, he did what he thought was right, he was acting in our best interests as always. We eventually got the kitchen installed, by the same company just a different Plumber who could not believe my father had upset his workmate so much. Afterwards my Dad, Cecile and I laughed about the whole thing as we celebrated over a meal, finally getting a new Kitchen.

Another hobby my Dad loved was to swim, but as an added quirk he sometimes would also go swimming in the middle of the night in the sea. Every summer we couldn’t afford holiday’s abroad, so most summers would be spent in a tent on a campsite down Llangennith or in a rented caravan down Burry Holmes. We would sit by the gas light whilst my father took an evening swim with only the stars and moon for light. It inspired many of his night swimmer paintings and also his Solo Exhibition at the Glynn Vivian Art Gallery in Swansea in 1993 titles Shards.

The hours he spent working for charity after he had retired and the hours of interviews, he undertook remarkable stories from the down and outs and homeless for his book ‘Music you do not normally hear’, the proceeds all donated to charity for the homeless. Or the amount of time he devoted to editing and organizing poetry readings for ‘Cheval’ and ‘When young Dodo’s meet young Dragon’s’ giving back to young writers and developing young talent in Wales. I wish I had taken more note and paid attention.

Was he selfish with his time he spent with his family, dedicating hours to art and writing, some could say yes, but no he was always there for us.

So in summation, there is no summation, my Dad lived a full life, I wish it had been longer. Living in Texas meant that we only met up a few times a year, we had weekly phone calls, but I always believed that I would return and we could spend more time together. His health had progressively deteriorated over the last couple of years. My Dad, was sometimes very unhappy and depressed when his both his parents and Brother eventually passed away, he was the last of his family and this affected him deeply. Last year, I visited him just over a month before he died, with the intention of trying to get to the bottom of his health issues and to try to ensure that he had support if he needed help. But due to certain circumstances that was not to be, however, I did manage to spend some quality time with him, which I shall cherish. My Dad was a lifelong Dylan Thomas admirer, and much as I would like to think my father fought against his passing like Dylan’s poem ‘Do not go Gently into that Good Night’, he slipped away quietly. Hopefully to be with the Father, Mother and Brother he missed so much.

It has been hard reminiscing, many a tear shed remembering all the good times, maybe I will try to write some more fond memories, It should get easier, and the last thing my Dad would want is to be sad for his passing. Adieu, until the next time we meet.

©️ Alan Perry 2024

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At the insistence of his new friends, Woody finally opens up about his life previous to Andy. Meanwhile, as Bo discovers there was so much that was left unsaid between them, she resolves to follow his example -and tell him what she truly went through, between being taken to a new family and finding her own capacity for independence.

CHAPTER 2

[ CHAPTER 1 // CHAPTER 2 // CHAPTER 3 // CHAPTER 4 // CHAPTER 5 // CHAPTER 6 // CHAPTER 7 // CHAPTER 8 // CHAPTER 9 // CHAPTER 10 // CHAPTER 11 // CHAPTER 12 ]

"Wait a second," Giggle interrupted. "When…? So you were first given to this Davy kid in 1952, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," said Woody.

"So… When's this chapter? The, like…?" Giggle tried to count with her minuscule fingers. "So if Davy finished high school…"

"1975?" asked Duke.

"No, uh…" Woody thought for a moment, rubbing his nape. "I guess… The late sixties?"

Giggle and Duke exchanged glances.

"Remember anyone from the sixties?"

"… Bolt-O," said Duke. "I'm pretty sure he's from around that time."

"Yes, that sounds about right," agreed Giggle.

"You spent quite some years on that shelf, then," said Bo to Woody. He shrugged it off with a smile.

"Bah, they went by fast. And after I saw little Jenny, you know, at least I knew what I was waiting for."

Anyway, no matter exactly at what time in history Jenny's infancy happened, a baby in the Oakley home meant a lot more noise and movement. From his shelf in the studio Woody could clearly hear Lillian carrying a shrieking Jenny down the stairs, taking her to the kitchen to feed her, singing sweet little songs to her to calm down her crying. She used to sing the same two songs, but Jenny was not very choosy. Lillian soon got the hang of it and while Jenny still woke up screaming –Woody wondered if even that young she could have nightmares, and doubted the pink puppy plush toy did anything to truly comfort her –the baby's mother was quick to learn how to appease her and entertain her. While Davy was working in his studio, Woody's attention drifted away from the designs his old kid was occupied with and listened, very attentively, to what Jenny liked and what she didn't. Lillian talked to her in a slow, sing-songy voice, repeating everything, apparently to make sure Jenny knew what she meant. After all, Woody thought, babies do indeed don't know how to speak.

Davy soon began leaving the house more often –as if he had gone back to school; a comment at the dinner table let Woody know that Davy had managed to get the job he had applied for. The cowboy felt happy for him –but couldn't help to agree with Lillian when she told him that he ought to help more in the house, that she could barely keep up with everything she had to do. Woody remembered how Davy had to learn to fend for himself when his mother left that faraway autumn, and was certain that he'd tell Lillian he'd lend a hand –but then he lied –he lied! –and told Lillian he had never cooked in his life, and joked that he was afraid he'd poison everyone with what he might manage to prepare. Lillian chuckled, sighed and left the subject.

Woody spent that whole night asking himself why Davy had lied to his wife.

And so it was (like before) Mom, Woody and the kid, little Jenny Oakley, left in the house. Once he got a good idea of when Davy –Dad, he had to remember –left for work and when Mom made the beds and cleaned the rooms and bathroom, Woody would climb down the shelf. He had learnt that if he went forward to the shelf next to his and took a small leap to get to the top of the library, he could get to the floor much easier, taking fewer risks. He would sometimes look around the living room, trying to get a glimpse of Jenny, to see whether she was playing with any new toys –perhaps Christmas or a birthday had come and he had been asleep and missed it –and attempt to guess how old she was now. Woody was getting anxious. He recalled how, in the box, it had once said for ages 3 and up; surely, when she became three years old, that was when Davy would give him to her. Perhaps he'd mock-wrap him and give Jenny his childhood toy for her birthday; Woody fantasized with repeating that wonderful first he had had with little Davy.

Why did Jenny took so long to grow up, when Davy had done so much, much quicker?

Jenny demanded much more from her Mom than Davy did, as well; sometimes Lillian would lose her patience and start yelling at the baby, and those times –when there were only screams and shouting –made Woody remember the fighting between the parents when Davy was a boy. Luckily Jenny would cry, and Lillian would then comfort her, and it would soon be over. But it was clear in her mother's voice, just how taxing baby Jenny could be. Woody was a bit worried she may be more than he could handle.

But then again, the next day, he'd head her Mom playing with her, tickling her and singing her songs and he'd hear the baby's laughter, and he'd imagine her high lilting voice saying "Giddy up, partner!" just like Davy did, and she'd imitate the sound of galloping horses and he'd be the sheriff of the room. Woody could hardly wait.

With the passing of days, and different milestones being reached –Jenny saying her first words, her first steps, her first haircut, her third birthday –Jenny became less of a possibility of a new owner and became more and more a certainty; any day now, Woody thought, just any day now, and Davy would take him down that shelf. He no longer dared to step down through the library, nor to take a peek at the kitchen –even less climb up the stairs; now Mom spent the whole day cleaning or cooking, and Jenny spent the better half of the day also all around the house. Her mother had been right; she was a rowdy one. She was often calling her mother to pay attention to her, either by pure persistence or by loud shrieks. She run up and down the stairs, skipping a step, sometimes tripping and falling and laughing instead of moaning in pain. She was boisterous, treading heavy when playing with her toys –she did have toys up there! –and yelling commands and dialogues. Jenny's mother would often berate her but in a much more different way than Davy's Mom did; this new Mom would tell Jenny to be quieter, to be careful with her clothes, to brush her hair before going out. It seemed all mothers were this preoccupied with being neat, thought Woody.

Once, taking him by surprise, Woody saw Jenny coming into her father's studio. He could finally take a look at her. She could walk, and now had hair the color of straw, and just as unruly as straw, too. She had a few pearly whites, just barely visible when she flashed a little excited smile. While Davy was working on one of his designs, Jenny walked in –without asking, without even knocking.

"Look, dad, look!" she said, raising a piece of paper. "Look, I made you!"

"You did, now?" asked Davy, smiling too. "Let me see –oh, my goodness, that is me! And who's this?" he asked, pointing at another figure in the drawing.

Little Jenny laughed. "You know…!"

"Do I?"

"Yes! You know!"

"Is it mom?"

"Yes!"

"And this one, in the middle? She's a bit short, isn't she?"

"No, I'm tall!" cried Jenny.

"Yes –but is this you?" asked Davy. "Is this Jenny?"

"Yes, it's me!" she said, pointing at the drawing too. "And this is Ann, and this is Barr…"

"Wow, Barr is really tall!"

"She is!" said Jenny, defending her drawing. "But I'm tall. I'm more tall."

"Yes, you are," laughed Davy. "May I keep this, please?"

"Hm…" said Jenny, crossing her arms. "Hmmmm…"

Davy lost his smile. "Please, don't make me beg."

Jenny laughed. Woody noticed she had a very easy, lively laughter. He decided he liked her already. "It's for you!"

"Aw, thanks, darling," said Davy, kissing her on the forehead. "I've got to keep working, alright, Jenny?"

"Can we watch TV?" she asked.

"Later, alright? I've got to finish a thing I'm working on. I promise we'll watch TV later."

"Promise?" insisted Jenny.

"I promise, darling," he said with a smile, and so, satisfied, Jenny smiled, too.

"Jenny, baby, leave dad alone, okay?" said Lillian, calling her from the living room. She obeyed her mother.

Davy chuckled. He thought for a moment. He took a few sketches off his corkboard to make place for the drawing, and pinned Jenny's drawing there, above his desk. From that moment on, each time Davy went into the studio and turned on the light, he saw the drawing and smiled a little. Woody expected this could help him realize how happy he could make her, giving him to her.

It made Woody quite relieved to realize that Davy was a much more loving father than his father was. While Lillian did spend the most time at home with Jenny, when Davy came back from the office where he worked Jenny would always run to the door to give him a hug, and by the sound of it, he was hugging her too. During weekends, they'd go to the movies –Woody imagined it was like the TV, but even bigger –or to the park, or to have some ice cream. Sometimes, Mom would go too. It all seemed much happier, overall, than when he had first arrived. Woody hoped this meant Jenny would be happier, too.

And a few week after her fourth birthday, the moment came.

Woody had been sitting on his shelf, as usual, still slightly disappointed that Davy hadn't given him to Jenny as a birthday gift. But then Jenny came into the studio, with a plastic horse in her hand. Woody stared at them, wondering if they could talk.

Davy continued his sketching, ignoring her. Jenny, on the tip of her toes, tried to get a look at what her father was working on. She spent some time looking at his hand swishing around the paper, and soon got bored and looked around.

"I made that drawing," Jenny said quietly to the horse, pointing at the drawing on Davy's corkboard. From behind him, she couldn't see it, but Woody noticed Davy's smile.

She continued looking around, at the things arranged on the desk, at the books in the library –hanging her head sideways to try and read the names on the spines –and then she looked up, higher, until her eyes finally –finally –set on Woody.

"Dad, what's that?" she asked, pointing at him. Woody yeehawed and whooped silently, truly straining not to move a single fiber of his being. This was it.

Davy looked up. He got off his chair –he stood up –and picked Woody from the shelf.

"This old thing?" said Davy. "He's Woody –oh, dang, your mom forgot to dust it," he said, blowing the dirt off his hat. "He was my favorite toy when I was little," He then looked back to Jenny. "Do you want to see it?"

Jenny swayed from side to side, saying nothing. For a moment Woody thought that perhaps –since Mom had forgotten to dust him and if he seemed too dirty and shabby –then she'd say something like 'no, he's an ugly old thing, put it back on the shelf', and then –then…

But luckily, Jenny smiled and reached out. Woody went from Davy's –now, definitely, Dad's –hands to Jenny's. She inspected him carefully, taking off his hat and fitting it again, putting her small fingers around the sheriff badge, wiping the dust off it. She turned him around to find the white ring, and pulled his string, and Woody said There's a snake in my boot! Jenny chuckled.

"Would you look at that, the voice box's still working," said Davy, rather surprised.

"He's funny," said Jenny. "Woody?"

"Sheriff Woody, that's his name," said Davy, and Woody was moved to notice (or at least he wished to notice) a tinge of nostalgia in his voice. "There was this old TV show… Bah, doesn't matter. You like him?"

Jenny nodded. "He's just like the guy in that movie we watched."

"Which guy?"

"You know… The cowboy. The one with the horse."

Davy laughed. "Alright, I think I know which one."

Jenny smiled at Woody. Davy, in the meantime, watched them both.

"… Would you like to keep him, darling?"

Jenny looked at her father.

"Of course, you must promise to be careful with him."

"Alright," said the girl.

"Will you be careful?"

"Yes, dad."

"Promise?"

He was to become Jenny's toy –but even still, Davy –Dad –still cared for him.

"Yes, dad, I promise."

Davy smiled. "Alright, then. Go on, I've to finish this."

Jenny smiled widely, showing her budding teeth. And then, she ran out the small studio, away from the shelf, and through the living room filled with sunlight, and then she ran up the stairs –and Woody felt like he was flying, soaring through the air –and landed on Jenny's room.

It had changed a lot since his days as Davy's toy. The wallpaper, the furniture, everything was different, to accommodate a young girl's tastes. She had a small collection of six horses of varied sizes and colors –some of them seemingly hand-painted by their owner –standing all together in a spot on the brown carpet. The bed had a floral print and a white wire headboard, with a matching little nightstand. Beyond the bedding and the dust-pink curtains, the toys were another thing entirely. Woody had expected several dolls, all primped and dressed up, like the nasty puppy had said some time ago. He could only spot four of them: a flat plastic doll –which, disturbingly, looked almost like if a regular doll had been crushed or stamped brutally –two ragdolls, made entirely out of cloth –and a Barbie, the one he had heard so much from the TV commercials. She was very thin, entirely made of plastic, with long black eyelashes and long, tangled blond hair. Curiously, this doll wasn't dressed like the others in old-timey dresses: this Barbie had a long black overcoat, a black hat, a white top brown boots and black pants.

Besides these dolls there were a few smaller dolls with childlike faces, chubby cheeks and adorned with fabric flowers as hats; a baby doll, with an uncanny resemblance to baby Jenny; and another disturbing image, a similarly childlike doll but with a deformed grin and colorful, messy hair.

No matter, Woody thought, feeling thoroughly out of his depth. He had managed a room before, this wouldn't be that different just because there were more people to keep track of. And, if the horses and the black-hatted Barbie were any indication, Jenny had inherited her father's love of the Wild West.

"There's a new sheriff in town," said Jenny in a low voice, moving Woody around the horses and the dolls. Woody thought, that's right. If said from her own mouth, there'd be little doubts regarding his authority. "So I hope you all are ready to see some law and order put into this place."

Jenny immediately grabbed one of the ragdolls. "Finally, the post office heard our pleas!" she said, in a high voice. "At last, the horses will be safe again…"

And then Jenny began humming a song. Woody was left on the carpet, just like the ragdoll, as the little girl hurried to grab the Barbie and sit her on the biggest horse. "Not if I'm here," she said, moving the Barbie's head. "I see we got a sheriff now," said Jenny, in a slow Southern drawl. "Well, we're gonna see how that turns out, won't we, Bella?"

Jenny let out a sinister neigh as she moved Bella, swaying the horse's long braided hair. So the Barbie was the villain, thought Woody. He should have guessed by the black hat.

"Jenny, come to dinner!" called Mom from downstairs. "And wash your hands!"

"In a minute!" cried Jenny in response. "Don't dare think this' the end of it, sheriff," she continued, again with the Southern accent. "You'll soon see who's the fastest, quickest, swiftest shooter in the whole land."

"Jenny!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she said, dropping her toys and running downstairs.

Silence. A few seconds passed.

The first to move was Bella, having to make some effort to get back on his hooves.

"Hey, Barb, help me out with this knot –will you," he said, cocking his head.

"She's a kiddo, you can't expect her to braid like her mother," said the Barbie.

While they were occupied with that, two of the smaller dolls helped Woody back on his feet.

"Oh –thanks," he said.

"What's your name, Mr Sheriff?" asked one of the ragdolls.

"I'm Woody. Sheriff Woody," he corrected himself. "I used to be Davy's toy."

"Who's Davy?" the ragdoll asked.

"He's Jenny's father."

"Oh! You mean Dad," laughed the ragdoll.

"Yes –Dad," Woody said.

"Well, welcome to the great old town of Jackalope, Mr Woody," said the ragdoll. "My name's Felicity, and these are—"

"Please address me as Sheriff Woody," asked Woody. "Or Sheriff, for short."

Felicity looked at him up and down, unimpressed.

"… Alright, as you wish. These are Polly," and she gestured at a ragdoll with black yarn hair. "And Annie-Lou," she gestured at the ragdoll with blond braids and a large straw hat.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sheriff," said Annie-Lou, taking a bow.

Woody tipped the edge of his hat in return. Felicity then gestured at the shorter plastic dolls.

"And these sweet babes are Rosy, Sunny and Tiny."

All three, the one dressed in red, the one dressed in yellow and the one dressed in purple also took a bow. Woody tipped his hat again, but also took a little bow, wondering if that was the correct greeting now.

"This is Joey –he manages the horses during playtime," said Felicity, gesturing at the grinning, crazy-haired fella, who also, of course, took a bow –and Woody was already too distracted by the cowgirl-outfitted Barbie and her steed to focus on the rest of the toys in Jenny's room. "And this pretty lady is Sophie –she's our head of security and rescue…" By this point Felicity also noted Woody wasn't really paying attention.

"These are –a lot of names to keep track of," commented Woody, still with his gaze fixed on the tall blond doll.

"Yes, but you'll get the hang of it –right, sheriff?" said Felicity, more than a bit annoyed. "Right?"

"What? Ah, yes…" said Woody, and then pointed –as politely as he could –to the Barbie and the horse. "Tell me –who is she?"

"She is public enemy number one, notorious thief and outlaw Barbara Ann "Bandit" Barlow," said Felicity. "Barbara Ann to her friends, Barb to her real close friends."

"So she's the villain, I assume," said Woody. It was a bit strange for him to have a gal as a villain, but he supposed it shouldn't present any problems.

"Villain? Oh, sheriff, things don't work like that here," said Felicity, clearly holding back a chuckle.

Woody frowned. "Oh, how so?"

"Barbara Ann is the leader of the pack," said Felicity, pointing at her. "She's Jenny's favorite. And she knows it –you weren't thinking you'd just strut in and get top billing, didya, sheriff?"

Oh. So that was how things were.

"Please –excuse me a moment, Frances," said Woody as he hurried away from her and towards Barbara Ann.

By the time he was less than two steps from her, the big horse let out a loud neigh. Woody automatically jumped back –and tripped over his legs –and fell to the brown carpet. Barbara Ann let out an amused snort.

"Hello there, sheriff," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Just a piece of advice, you shouldn't get too close to soon to Bella, he's a jittery fella."

"You scared me," said Bella in a low voice.

"Well I –I'm Sheriff Woody Pride, miss," said Woody, still unsure of how precisely he would make Barbara Ann come to her senses and realize that as the eldest toy and as Dad's previous favorite, he probably should get at least shared authority on the room –but trusting he'd come up with something. "And I was Dad's previous…"

"Yeah, I heard," said Barbara Ann. "You aren't a quiet speaker, are you, mister?"

"That's sheriff Woody—"

"I know, I know –cut the crap, sheriff," sighed Barbara Ann. "Listen now, I'm not in the mood to deal with this right now, you get me? Leguizamo here," and she made a gesture to one of the horses, a brown one with white spots, the only one who was still perfectly still. "Is still in pain and healing from her broken leg, and we're running out of Band-Aids, and the tape is below in Dad's studio, where we can't go… And as if that were all, our last newcomer, Sophie, suffered some kind of shock coming here and won't talk to us –which is an issue, since Felicity decided to name her our head of security –without even asking me—"

"Would you rather I be head of security?" asked Woody.

Barbara Ann turned to look at him. "What'd you say?"

"I've gone up and down these stairs a few times. When we're not in playtime, I can help with that…" he said. It was already clear to him that Barbara Ann wasn't very patient (was that a normal trait in girls?) and if she was indeed the favorite, it would do him no good to get on her bad side. "That way you and Faith can try to find some job that shocked gal could be useful in."

Barbara Ann, to his surprise, smiled. "That's quick thinkin', sheriff. I like that in a toy," She did indeed carry that Southern drawl even out of playtime. "It's a matter of time, here, mister. Whether you're quick enough to get to your spot –whether you manage to take care of yourself…"

"This new sheriff is mighty dusty, Barb," said Bella, sniffing Woody's dusty vest.

"If you get too dirty too fast, too broken too quickly, then that's one way ticket to the dumpster, mister," said Barbara Ann. "If I were you I'd take care not to get these feathers too ruffled."

"Oh –miss, if you could tell me—"

"It's Barbara Ann to you, sheriff Woody," she said. "No missies to me."

"Alright…" Woody thought that name was too much of a mouthful, but –what else could he do? "Is there a pink dog plush toy here? I've met her a few years ago, and—"

By Barbara Ann and Bella's expression, something had happened to her –and it sure didn't look pretty.

"Yeah –Peggy, we called her," said Bella, hanging his head.

"Peggy was Jenny's first toy. Ever since she was a baby…" Barbara Ann let out a chuckle. "Gosh, she was a handful, you know. But she didn't deserve what she got…"

"What happened to her?"

Barbara Ann looked at Woody straight in the eye.

"It got dirty, and ripped, and forgotten under the couch," she said gravely. "We tried getting a rescue mission to get her back to the room, or at least to sneak her with the rest of the dirty laundry –but Mom found her, and…"

"She was dirty and broken beyond recognition," murmured Bella. "A shadow of her former self."

"Hear, hear," said Barbara Ann, gently patting Bella's hide. "Peggy was tossed into the garbage. We never heard from her again."

Woody gulped. He had hated that plush toy –listening baby Jenny laughing, probably playing with her, delaying his arrival into Jenny's life –and he had wished the pink puppy would just leave –but he never wished for something like this.

"I'm sorry," said Woody, the only thing he thought he could say.

"Let it serve us as a warning," said Bella. "That we shall never be lost on the lower floor; that we shall never become lost toys."

"Hear, hear," said Barbara Ann again, sighing. "If we take care of ourselves and of each other, Peggy's parting won't have been for nothing."

Woody took a moment to put himself in Barbara Ann's boots. He imagined what would have happened if the plush toys in Davy's room –heck, even someone closer to him like Applebite or Professor Atom –had been thrown away on his watch. By the time Davy's mom had decided to dispose of them, they had barely exchanged any words with Woody –and neither Woody nor any of the other toys in Davy's room really had any system to help the other if one became lost or ripped or especially stained. He should have thought of that as soon as he got there, Woody thought bitterly. But then again, he was a wide eyed young buckaroo, fresh out of his box, just arriving to his new home. How could he have known what was expected of him so soon?

Jenny came back after dinner, meaning to keep playing for a bit more; but Dad –now, definitely, Dad –ordered her to brush her teeth and get some sleep. So Jenny did so, changed into her star-print pajamas and snuggled under her floral quilt next to Barbara Ann "Bandit" Barlow, while Woody –thankful to be played with again, thankful for having been seen and accepted and included, despite it not being what he had expected –spent the night not in a shelf, but in a toy box.

#toy story #toy story 4 #fanfiction #bo peep #woody pride

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Faceytalk! (Ft. Raizo)

The scene started of with both of the heeler parents Bandit & Chilli doing something, til their daughters run to the kitchen with a tablet. “Mum! Can we do faceytalk with Muffin, socks, and Raizo?” Bluey asked her mother, but chilli seems hesitant with that question “um-“ “pleaaaase?” The girls put on their ‘please’ face. “Yeah, that’s fine” Chilli said. “USS!!” Both bluey and bingo uttered,

“Buttt, no hogging the little facey face thing okay? Bluey I’m talking to you.” Chilli reminded them.. but mostly bluey. “Yes mum, no hogging” “Cuz you know that happens when you hog, don’t you?” She asked. “Yes, we know what happens when you hog” They said, when they don’t actually know.. “wait, do we know what happens?” See..

Now we see bluey and bingo on screen and the other screen shows muffin on the floor with Stripe on the couch and there’s another screen showing Raizo in his room. “HIII” muffin greeted her big cousins, “Hi bluey & bingo!” Raizo also greeted. “Hi muffin Hi Raizo” They both greeted back til socks shows up on muffin’s screen which seemed to angered the white heeler. “Hi!” Socks greeted her cousins “AH! Socks, stop hogging!” Muffin scolded her lil sister. “She wasn’t even hogging, muffin..” Raizo deadpanned.

The tumblr story of bluey is called “Faceytalk” :3

Bluey, muffin, and Raizo are just drawing at the moment lost in their own words. “Can I have a turn doing the drawing yet, bluey?” Bingo asked her older sister. “Um yes, but can I just finish this?” Bluey said, not wanting know the consequences of hogging. “Sure” the younger heeler simply replied.

“Muffin, it’s my turn?” Socks asked, wanting a turn now but muffin wasn’t willing, “not yet!” She said, which angered the youngest blue heeler “muffin!” then a big female white heeler came into the view, it was trixie! “Hi

girls!” She greeted her nieces. “Hi aunt trixie!” The girls greeted back. “Hi mommy!” Raizo waved. “Hi Rai-Rai.. Muffles, make sure you give socks a turn drawing the silly stuff, okay?” She reminded, but muffin wanted to keep playing. “But I’m not finished” “muffin!!” That set socks off and they started to push each other “Socks, get off!!” muffin tries pushing her away, socks growled and pushed muffin back. “Guys..” their older brother shook his head at the scene awhile their cousin seemed concerned.

“Girls, I can’t do this right now, I got somewhere I need to be-“ Trixie was cut off by muffin screaming which stopped the fighting, that is when their dad comes in..

“I can handle it” Stripe insisted, “umm are you sure?” His wife asked nervously. “Yeah I got it covered.. kids, you better share that thing or I’m switching it off” He threatened as the kids were shocked “WHAT?!” they exclaimed, causing stripe to get hesitant. “Woah.. okay, maybe not off buut-“ he was cut off by his wife who thinks he cant handle this. “I‘ll handle it” “Nahh, I can do it. You go your thing” Stripe asserted. “Welll.. okay, if your sure” Trixie gave up and left to do her thing.

“Right, I’m setting a timer on my phone, when it goes off it’s socks turn. Okay muffy?” He said to his older daughter and all she replied with is “buh!”

“I’ll take that as a yes..”

~Later~

“All just draw some clouds” The blue heeler said to herself, “ooh! Nice clouds!” Her sister complimented.

Suddenly, the alarm off of Stripe’s phone went off. “Okay, muffy! That’s the timer, socks’ turn now” He said, making his youngest daughter excited but still wasn’t giving it up “Yay!” “I have to finish my cowboy hat..” muffin

announced, “aww..” socks sighed sadly but their father didn’t like that.

“No, you don’t have to finish your cowboy hat. You have to give socks a turn” He reminded, Muffin wasn’t having that! “But I want to finish my cowboy hat” She said, getting annoyed.

“Muffy..” Stripe warned but muffin didn’t do what she was told “Muffin heeler! Give your sister a turn now!” “But I want to do a cowboy hat!!” She replied, throwing a fit. “Just give her a turn, muffin!” Raizo & Bingo said. “NOO!” Muffin yelled. “Muffin cupcake heeler!” Stripe blurted out her full name, she was in trouble now.. “Cowboy hat!” She said again. “If you said cowboy hat one more time, you’ll be in timeout” He threaten awhile muffin gave a deadpanned look…

“Cow..” she tested him

“Muffin no..” Raizo tried to keep her out of getting in trouble.”

“boy..”

“HAT!!” she screamed, Stripe didn’t appreciate that at all. “Okay, that’s it. Your going into time out” He stated, as he picked up the little white heeler who kicked the tablet over and screamed whilst her dad was grunting a lot “muffin, stop wiggling” he said in the distance as socks was on the tablet now.

“Ya know, socks.. you could have went to me & I would let you play on my tablet” Raizo suggested, “well yes, but I wanted to draw on this one..” his littlest sister replied. He was about to protest but His dad came “I’m sorry, girls. But muffin was hogging so she can’t your facey call thing anymore” he announced to the girls “Okay uncle stripe!” They said perfectly okay with that. “She needs to learn that other people have-“ Their uncle continues but was cut off by another screen popping up, revealing to be muffin! “Ah! Muffin” The girls exclaimed. “Dad, I think she has your phone!” Raizo thought, as he was correct. “Ah, your right she does.. muffin, you get off my phone this instant!” Muffin’s dad said angrily as he went off-screen.

“Oh no..” Raizo whined as he knew what’s gonna happen.

“He’s coming muffin!” Bluey warned her little cousin, Muffin took notice of her dad coming and started to dip out of there. “Muffin! Running away will only make it worse-“ Her dad chased til he tripped over her cat squad bike. Raizo got up & flipped the screen to get an eye full of muffin running and stripe on the floor. “Muffin.. muffin!!” Stripe yelled. “Muffin you can’t steal your dad’s phone!” Bluey scolded in worry but muffin didn’t seem to care. “Yes I can! Now where do I hide?” She asked for help, bingo actually helped. “Under a bed!” “Okay!” She went to her room and crawled under her bed and continued to draw her cowboy hat. “Don’t help her, bingo!” Bluey glared at the screen. “Yeah, don’t help her..” Their cousin said. “Why not?” Bingo asked both of them. “Cause she’s not meant to be running away, she’s

meant to be in timeout for hogging!” The oldest heeler said as Raizo nodded in agreement. til they notice something in the background of muffin’s screen,

“Isn’t that bluey’s ukulele?” Raizo pointed out. “She lended to me!” Muffin stated, “yeah but that was ages ago!” Bluey said, sorta wanting it back.

“I’m still playing with it!” She defended as her oldest brother gave an eyeroll then Stripe came on Raizo’s screen. “Muffin you hang that phone up right now young lady!” Stripe exclaimed, “No!” Muffin refused, til the blue heeler came up with this. “Okay, well then I’m ending the whole faceytalk” He said as he was about the end it but the kids didn’t want that “NOOO!!” They screamed, startling him a bit. “Okay, okay.. muffin this is your last chance! You hang that up & March down here now!” He sternly said.. all muffin did was put a filter on him which looked like a monkey head & bikini top, Uncle stripe tried getting the filter off as the pups were laughing at it. “That’s it! Where are you?!” He rhetorically said as he observed where muffin was.

“Okay, your under a bed.. can’t see who’s..” He muttered to himself “well they’re 70 beds in this house kid, I’m coming!” He ran out of Raizo’s turn to catch her

(Did he say 70 beds? O.o?)

Muffin went from under the bed to find a different spot to hide “oh no!” Exclaimed Bluey “he’s gonna find you, muffin!” “Just give him back his phone..” Raizo said. “NO! Tell me if he’s out there!” Muffin asked, pointing the camera to room where stripe wasn’t in.

“It’s clear, but muffin I don’t think I should help you..” Bluey thought as muffin ignored what she said and went to another place

“What about now?” She said, pointing the camera to a room to find a big surprise.. Stripe was there!.

“AH!! Not clear! Not clear!” Both bluey and bingo yelled. “He’s coming!” Raizo shouted as Stripe already grabbed muffin, causing the young heeler to squirm and scream. Making stripe let her go as she dipped out.

~meanwhile~

Bandit came to see what the loud screaming was about on the tablet. “Good gravy! What’s going on?” He asked the girls. “Uncle stripe is chasing muffin!” Bluey said, finding this amusing a bit. This cause him to chuckle a bit “Classic stripe” he quoted.

~Back on the faceytalk~

“Get back here muffin!” Stripe commanded as muffin just kept running away. “Run muffin!” Bandit rooted for his niece as Raizo & bluey didn’t seem amused from that.

“Dad!” Bluey glared for a moment, “uncle bandit!” Raizo facepalmed. Little did they know that muffin ran into the bathroom come to find that’s where Trixie was. “AH! MUFFIN!” Trixie screamed in shock awhile Bandit & Raizo covered their eyes “Woah! There we go” Bandit uttered. Back to where Stripe finally got ahold of her cheeky daughter who was struggling to get out of his grip “PUT ME DOWN!” She demanded & screamed as she was suddenly on the ground with both of her parents in the background.

“What’s going on?!” Trixie exclaimed, “im handling it!” “It doesn’t look like your handling it!” They went on for a moment. “Umm guys?” Bandit tried getting their attention but they didn’t seem to hear him. They went on for awhile as bandit tried to get their attention. “Kids, can you switch this off” Bandit said as he tried to press something but bluey stopped him, “Ah! But we’re doing drawing things!” She said, not wanting to stop. “Alright well.. can you mute it?” He asked.

“Yeah we can” Bluey said, they all press a few buttons trying to find the mute button “is it one?” Bandit muttered, as the background changes to a few pictures. “Oh! I know” Bingo piped up, pressing the mute button, “you can turn the sound back on when Stripe & Trix stop chatting, okay?” He declared, “yes dad” The girls accepted.

The conversation with stripe & Trixie went for awhile with muffin still drawing her cowboy hat as the girls just watch til they uncle & aunt hugged each other. “Aw.. muffin, maybe look behind you” Bluey suggested with a worried look. “Why?” She asked. “Because they’re behind you!” Raizo simply said as muffin turned around & screamed, the screen glitched to muffin running with her parents in the back.

“Stop running away, muffin” Bingo said, “Just accept your punishment!” Raizo glared.

“Muffin, I would urgently advise you to stop right now!” Stripe said, getting angry. “Listen to your father!” Trixie concurred“Let’s split up!” Striped advised as Trixie agreed and ran off somewhere.

“Ah! They’re working to together” Bluey blundered. “Muffin! Come back here!” “NOOOO!!”

“Where are they?!” Muffin asked for the location of the parents. “Your mums hiding behind the couch!” Bingo said, noticing her aunt near the couch. “What couch?!” She asked again for an answer that’s specific. “The ‘couch’” bingo uttered, unspecific. “We’ve got alots of couches!!” Muffin glared at the screen.

“She means the couch in the living room” Raizo Corrected as it was already too late because her mum already attempted to catch her but the little white heeler jumped over her and moved out of the way when her dad came.

“I’m fweee!!” Muffin exclaimed with a victorious pose but her annoyed parents were still there. “Muffin!!” They shouted awhile muffin tried to run away but..

She ended up tripping over a toy, causing her to throw the heeler uncles phone allllllll.. the way into their pool. “AHH! MY PHONE!!” Bluey, bingo, and Raizo were shocked at the scene.

“ohhh boy..” Bluey whimpered. “Uh oh..” Raizo worriedly commented.

“Sowwy dad..” Muffin apologized but that didn’t work for him. “Muffin..” He said in a now serious tone

“Yes?” “Timeout” Both parents sternly said as muffin gave up & went into timeout. Stripes phone cut off due to the water getting in it.

“Finished.” Their youngest cousin finally broke from the silence, “oh wow that’s great socks!” Bluey complimented. “Thanks!”

“Awesome car on your head, Raizo!” Bingo complimented Raizo’s drawing. “Thanks bingo!” Raizo wagged his tail.

“Can I have a turn now bluey?” Bingo asked her sister, “oh yeah, sure!” She accepted “thanks” “no problem, cause we know what happens when you hog..”

There we go!! Finished with the story!! YAAAS BOI

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I actually have a default answer for when someone asks what Dialtown is! Feel free to modify this as you will, but I’d say this gets most of the point across without giving any spoilers

It’s a dating simulator, but all the characters have objects for heads, and you play as a heavily pregnant cryptid entity with green skin and a rotary phone made out do flesh for a head named Phonegingi. They need to get into a funfair to lay their eggs, however they’re broke. Luckily, the funfair is having a 2 for 1 deal on tickets for Valentine’s Day! So now, Phonegingi goes around town, looking for a date to take them to the funfair! So the options are Randy the insecure Nokia who works as a sex-hotline operator and a swan wrestler, Karen the autistic printer who works at a bank, Oliver the geeky wall phone who works at his adoptive dad’s cinema, and Bigfoot! In chapter 3 you can get banned from the town, which is called Dialtown, and meet Norm, the outcasted hypothetical astrophysicist cowboy with a dead wife and kids.

Fellas how in the bloody hell do I explain what Dialtown is to my friends without sounding like I’ve lost all my marbles

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Jordan, 39

“I’m wearing a vintage JC Penney plaid shirt, Hanes undershirt, vintage pants, and cowboy boots. My wife owns a vintage store in Brooklyn called Studio Dem, so we are surrounded by used clothes. Vintage is pretty much all we wear. Department store clothes from the 60s and 70s I’m particularly fond of. I’m also an artist, so I like putting colors and textures together. I love clothes that have some kind of history, clothes that have maybe been through some stuff. If I had to describe my look it would be something like sober-dad-waiting-to-pick-up-his-kid-from-a-rave-circa-1996-but-then-he-goes-into-the-rave-and-starts-square-dancing.”

Sep 3, 2022 ∙ Lower East Side

#nyclooks #nyc looks #nyc style #nyc street style #street style #mens street style #mens vintage outfit #mens style #mens vintage clothing #jc penney vintage

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vanwithhands · 3 years ago

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Highlights of episode one of starstruck

*talking about Elaine Lee* “And also author of me, Brennan Lee Mulligan”

Brennan’s birth chart and weaknesses

Siobhan finger guns

“I’m doing it with my mouth but they’ll probably add a noise here too”

Immediate initiative roll!

Three nat ones right off the bat

Emily: Can I roll with disadvantage to try to get a nat one? Aw I rolled better

Zac/Skipper: I am surrounded by morons. Seriously where is everybody? We’re being chased by a bunch of little freaks!

“I’m in hell”

“All of this is so fun!!”

Elderly space cowboy

“We’ll hand it right over-“ “we’re not handing over the dang crystals!”

“She can hear me!!”

The most perfect beautiful thing he can imagine: a full military

Zacs little military turns

Brennan singing the anthem

I’m cashing the fuck out

Ok. I’m in hell.

Another natty one

Lou as Kid Who Asks If There’s Any Homework

“This is pvp starting now” “I attack Lou”

The strongest structure is the three dimensional triangle

“I make my own hours but I don’t know what I make them from!” “Probably the putty”

Husband and wife gunning stations

Moonshine accent

Murph immediately: I’m extremely hot

NUTS AND BOLTS ANDROIDS AND STEROIDS WE GOT THIS(GET OFF THE MAIN CHANNEL)

Murph looking at Emily’s roll and making a little Murph noise

“Yeah fuck Erotica Ann! I’ve been programmed to say that!”

THAT MADE IT INTO THE COMMERCIAL???

Wow Sid is already deeply sad

Caressed by the assault cannon, I found myself rapidly leaving the state of arousal. The rollerskates didn’t help either

“Is that a good thing?” “WHO LEFT THIS ON???”

This database can interface but it can also devastate! And I throw a grenade over my back

Why is Barry Syx already giving me the two classic Murph Character Vibes: Old Grizzled Knight and Shitty Little Man

“Please Barry do your fucking job”

Five enormous naked wet men

We’re clones!!!! Dude!!!

“You’ve been toweled off-“ “By WHO”

One day old beautiful big boys

The Barry Battalion. Everything about it.

We hate shenanigans!!

“He gets fucked sir!” “And who unfucks the little guy” “BARRY!”

Barry field trip!!!

BARRYS! BARRY! BARRYS!! BARRYYYYYY!!

NADDPOD; a long lost podcast

“You don’t have to call me The Skipper” “It’s Skip” “Captain Skip” “His real name is Norman”

“We actually have a separate scribbling channel”

“Handy Annie is wearing a calculator watch”

Dora Valentine I’m already in love with you

Two dads!!

I’m going to space dad!!!!

We were swimming where we shouldn’t have been

“No thank you insurance” “your intestine are floating in space”

“As the wet of your own blood freezes in the cold of space” GOOD GOD

USE YOUR TONGUE

Someone get gunthrie on total forgiveness

Brennan said Let’s Talk About The American Healthcare System

“We’re being attacked right now” “can we just push that back by ninety minutes?” “… i’LL sEE whAT i caN dO”

“Just go swim in circles or whatever” “Okay! :)”

Ally’s wonderful game show future

“Keep the bun, not the hotdog, if you have to choose”

These people are artists

“If you want a job” “oh no I’m absolutely loaded”

I cast Sending(an email)

Just a very close friend????

Margaret starting a Reddit rebellion

They love each other so much >:(

Oh no they’re making a promise to each other

Omg the platinum cog leadership summit!!! Memories

Lucienne is giving Priya vibes

Young hip people don’t have to say they’re young and hip

Could I trade my crew for my freedom- wait I mean lalalalala

Couples Helping Each Other Shoot People <3

Norman disassociating at the wheel

“Believe in yourself Norman” “Get out of my head”

That’s not his name! He has two names, Norman and Skipper. And Captain, that’s three.

*riva weeping* “yeah, cry”

“I’d cry if it weren’t so expensive”

#a starstruck odyssey #dimension twenty #dimension 20 #d20 #aso spoilers

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sophie-i-guess13 · 2 years ago

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If you want more…▼ with your boy Buck?

CHILDHOOD HEADCANONS FOR MY SON <3

- birthday is August 5th 1944

- favourite colour is red and has been red since he was five

- was a very musical child and spent a lot of time listening to old records with his mom before she left when he was 8

- I have a little character for her; maybe I'll go into detail later

- after that his dad kind of became his best friend

- Lore!! Also the reason Buck is incredibly family oriented

- contrary to popular belief, yes, his legal name is Buck. No, his father was not sober when tossing out name ideas to his wife

- yes, Buck’s been a lil self-conscious about it for years

- ILL DIE W THIS HC ISTG (see below)

- Mr Curtis made a habit of checking in on Buck on his way home from work bc he knew that Mr Merrill was MIA. That meant a lot of fixing leaky faucets or squeaky hinges or reminding pushy patrons that Mr Curtis wasn't afraid to take things outside if they didn't stop hassling a 17-year-old kid for another pint. On more than one occasion it also meant taking Buck over to the house for a real meal and parental supervision

- fav holiday is Halloween

- he and his dad went as cowboys/outlaws for years

#soapie’s stuff #the outsiders #asks!#buck merrill #collie!

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What are your top 10 favorite sims you’ve created? 💖

omg i love this question i got so excited jfhgjkfd

so in no particular order theres

priya paswana (obv) my current generations founder <3 i originally created her to play around with a custom model career but then i got attached and sent her to college and the rest is history.. i wanna start posting gameplay w her family really soon

ophelia, priya's daughter. shes my bitch seriously i love her so bad 😭this pic is from the day she aged up so shes in her edgy teen phase

allison! i'm trying to play out strangervilles story with him. mysterious gay cowboy who was dropped into strangerville with no recollection of his life beforehand and has the worst taste in men you will ever see

brooklyn!!! her entire family is from a generations save i had in ts3 and remade in ts4. she's the eldest (only) daughter and kinda stepped up to take care of her siblings and twin brother after her mom died and her dad fucked off. she's also a teen mom and now that shes like 20 shes living with her boyfriend and daughter and trying to pursue a degree in education! this pic is very ooc for her but its cute so whatever

dragonfly !!!!!!!!!!!!!! she loves pink and experimenting with human fashion trends

fatima! i made her to submit to a challenge thing but never actually ended up doing it lmao i just think shes gorgeous

rosa.......<\3

aiko and her father yutaro jhgkjgh yutaro is ex-yakuza who quit so he could settle down with his wife akane and their two kids but neither of his kids are aware of this because he hid it from them LOL aiko is currently living alone with her twin daughters yayoi and miko... i hope to post them some day too

yusun :-) he's very cool i dont have much of a backstory for him yet but im in love w his face.. sorry 4 the shit quality lolz

lastlyyyyyy these three (ignore that this makes it more than 10 idc).. isabel, irene, kiko hehe.. kiko and irene are dating

thank youuu for this ask i had a lot of fun!!!! and yes that is kiko from my lesbian sim dump crying

#anonymous #i loved this sm actually but im sad bc ive deleted soo many sims over the ages mann

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OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name: Steph Age: 28 Pronouns: She/Her A fun fact about yourself: I’m that freak that wakes up at 4:15am every day on purpose. I like the morning time, it’s when I’m most productive.

STATS

Name: Sebastian “Bash” Eliott Decker Age: 35 Birthday: December 28th, 1986 Occupation: Ranch Hand + helps out with overseeing the Decker-owned part of the Centurion Ranch Resides: On the Centurion Ranch in a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom house originally built for him and Savannah.

SUMMARY

Son of John Decker-- born and raised on the Centurion Ranch, hasn’t left Great Falls, MT or the ranch for more than a vacation

Grew up on the ranch learning how to ride, care for the animals, do maintenance, etc. and became obsessed with all of it— thanks poppa Decker

Met his future wife (and ex-wife), Savannah in elementary school but they started dating when they were 13 years old. They were big golden couple energy

Thought that he’d have more time for ranch life later on so teenaged Bash kinda went and lived a teenaged life

He married Savannah at 20 years old. She started college and he supported them by working on the ranch again.

After she graduated, he was supposed to go back to school to take some business classes to help him as the future owner of the ranch (big dreams, huh?)

John Decker sold the ranch though which like shook Bash to the core. He was totally blindsided and ended up really resenting his dad for it.

Bash kind of changed after that and was a bit hard to deal with. Eventually Sav gave him an ultimatum and told him they were going to leave town or they were done. Bash chose the ranch.

He still is planning on buying the ranch someday, he’s just saving up until then.

Currently lives on the Centurion Ranch in a house he built on the still Decker-owned land. It’s pretty empty considering it’s where he and Savannah were going to spend the rest of their lives, have kids, etc. but she’s been gone for 6 years so probably isn’t coming back.

PERSONALITY:

Positive: Loyal, Hardworking, Caring, Personable, Attentive

Negative: Pessimistic, Moody, Reactive, Defensive, Stubborn

FUN FACTS:

Bash is a Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, and Aries Rising

Bash has a dog named Jack, Jack’s mostly found in the pastures helping herd animals.

He has a fire pit in his backyard and has people over to hang around it.

Bash loves Morgan Wallace’s music, big fan— he’s been to one of his concerts so far to be a sad cowboy.

Bash played football all through high school on defense but was definitely just middle of the road average.

Loves to watch rodeo, football, baseball, hockey but doesn’t participate in any of them these days

CONNECTIONS:

Friends from high school including football friends, classmates, etc.

Family friends

Fellow Centurion Ranch workers/Previous Centurion Ranch Workers

Ranch Workers from other ranches

Drinking buddies

Hook-ups, Tinder dates, exes, etc. (since his divorce)

Friends of Savannah — obvi would be complicated

Trainees- maybe someone that wants to learn more about ranch life/horses/etc.

Enemies

???? Open to whatever you’ve got!!

#gf:talk #; bash tag tbd

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 4 years ago

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And now I’ve watched episode 3 of Walker because of reasons. (You guys asked, that’s reasons.) #1

My review of episode 1 got a lot of positive feedback and a lot of you asked me to cover more episodes! But my review of episode 2 didn’t get much feedback at all. Possibly because episode 2 was boring and you can only make so many funny jokes about the glowy wife before it gets stale, so I get it, it’s fine. It was boring for me too. Hopefully this gets funnier! I actually have high expectations for this episode, since apparently it introduces NotDean. You know, the childhood friend who Walker loves like a brother and is the Han Solo to Walker’s Luke Skywalker. Like, what. Stop comparing Jared Padalecki characters to Like Skywalker 2021 challenge. *insert you keep using that word...*

Anyway, in case you missed it - here are all my reviews of Walker episodes, in chronological order.

EDIT: *screeching* GUYS YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS. YOU CANNOT IMAGINE WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS. Read to the end, don’t stop at the padalacting. I’m begging you asdfghjkl

Alright. Let’s start this. Actually I have a thought before we start. You know, I was thinking that episode 3 of Supernatural is when Dean gets genuinely introduced as a person. Sera Gamble and Raelle Tucker were the first to give Dean the personality that stuck and developed into the character that we love. Dead In The Water is, not coincidetally, the episode that sold Supernatural to me. The first couple of episodes were weirdly compelling, without which I wouldn’t have continued watching, but you must understand that I’d never watched horror before. It really wasn’t my genre. I was just watching on the assumption that it would get better at some point, and if it didn’t I’d stop. But Dead In The Water got me. Because that’s when we’re really shown Dean for the first time. The rest is history and now we’re here.

So I wonder what will happen in episode 3 of Walker. Is it going to magically pull a Dean out of the hat and get me?

Let’s start. The Texan countryside. The yellow, glowy light tells us this is a flashback. Closeups of Jared and Gen. He is somewhat concerned. He’s at the wheel of a car, still on the street - a red Mustang. Unlike the red Mustang of the horseman War, it is a convertible. Fun fact: a Mustang was Kripke’s original idea for the Winchesters’ car, but then switched to the Impala for body-in-the-trunk reasons. I am the 😬 emoji.

Actually guys I need to show you a couple Jared faces. I think they’re supposed to be purposely comedic faces, but honestly this is just how he acts normally. I promise I am not coming in this with a bias towards Jared’s acting. I just observe, with my eyes. He was actually good in many Supernatural episodes.

I just can’t see Cordell Walker. I’m just seeing Jared and Gen Padalecki delivering what is a somewhat padalecki acting in front of my eyes and I swear I had to close the video in the middle of this scene and start over because of a sudden attack of second-hand embarrassment.

Let’s continue

Basically, Walker is trying to drive the Mustang, but he is not good at it and the car stops after two meters. He feels exactly how I feel when I watch Walker.

“Damn it!” Jared exclaims, jaredly. I think that this scene is supposed to be set Many Years Ago, because Walker is wearing a backwards cap and Emily has her hair styled like Bad Janet but straighter, which actually says a lot about this show somehow.

God, I wish I could gif the entire scene to show you guys the padalacting. I mean, I could, but ain’t nobody got time for that. Have a bit of the scene.

For some reason she puts this thing on the dashboard, because he “puts your mind at ease”.

He makes more Jared faces, which we’ll skip because I don’t want to spend 7 hours on this.

Wait look at this shot of the car (with some bonus Jared face).

Why does this look filmed by your dad with a videocamera on Christmas afternoon after you received a toy car as a present? I suddenly have a newfound admiration for the directors who did Impala shots on Supernatural because it would seem car shots are not that easy to make. Maybe this is why Supernatural always filmed at night with a black car.

Guys I am telling you, if you need to watch one scene of Walker in your life, watch this scene. It’s so embarrassing. I almost decided to gif the moment of the car going and commenting “nyoom” but the Impala does not deserve this.

Anyway.

Listen, if I have to see thing thing over and over, you have to see it too.

He’s brought the damn thing onto a new cop truck while on a stakeout with Ramirez, who is just as happy about it as any normal person would.

I think they’re outside a strip club, judging from the posters outside.

He keeps quoting lines from the scene with his wife, which is sort of weird since Ramirez is not his love interest. Yet. Oh no. Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t even thinking of doing that. Ramirez has a perfectly fine boyfriend.

Walker says that since they’re sitting there just waiting for the suspect’s movements or whatever, they should use that time to get to know each other, like “favorite movies, the teams you root for, middle names”.

Ramirez is me.

He’s like ~let’s bond~ and Ramirez goes immediately for the jugular and asks how Stella (his daughter) is doing. “Wow” he says. He says he and Stella are “in a good place, I think”. You’re not and we’re definitely not. This is the bad place.

Basically, they’re trying to live in a bubble of ignoring her upcoming court date for the marijuana thing. Ramirez says that the easy route is not a good idea. He’s like, are you speaking from experience? Basically they keep implying Ramirez also has a ~bad girl past, which I can absolutely live without.

Aaand now we see the inside of the strip club. The suspect is there, a lady with a Latinoamerican name, apparently bisexual because she’s surrounded by a woman and a man in underwear, the woman is touching her, it leaves no doubt about it. 😬 Enter the stripper on stage, who captures the lady’s attention.

The stripper is a man. Dressed as a slutty cowboy. There’s glitter.

Yeah, you read it right.

Oh no. No I absolutely change my mind. If you have to watch one scene of Walter, it must be the slutty glitter cowboy stripper.

There’s. There’s a. There’s a slutty glitter cowboy stripper.

The CW could do slutty glitter cowboy strippers and Dean Winchester is not there?!

I repeat, they killed Dean Winchester and then did slutty glitter cowboy strippers in Walker?!

This is a travesty. This is an outrage.

Crime. Pure crime.

Listen, I’m not optimizing these gifs, take these super quick gifs, I can’t possibly spend my night optimizing glitter cowboy stripper gifs. But you need to see.

What’s the target demographic of this show? Texan housewives? The gays? Are they trying to test all the waters and see what happens? Is Walker going to become about gay people and Jared’s character a secondary character in his own show?

Wait

*sweats* Are they really trying to replicate Supernatural in everything after all?

The bisexual lighting is there and all.

The guy in skimpy underwear is distracting. I can’t believe yesterday I saw a Jared interview where he said he couldn’t watch Supernatural with his kids because of all the violence but Walker is a show you can watch with kids. I mean, aside from this scene, Walker is definitely more kid-friendly than Supernatural for obvious reasons. But hey, since Supernatural already was non-kid-friendly, they could have at least put more dudes in skimpy underwear.

You know what, I think they’re just aiming for Texan housewives.

“You’re hotter than Austin asphalt” suspect lady tells the stripper. You know. Something normal people say.

(If Texan people actually speak like this, do NOT tell me.)

Guys, we’re only four minutes in. It’s midnight. I will continue tomorrow...

*screams into the void* These have been the four wildest minutes of my life.

#marghe watches walker for some darned reason #cw's jared: legit texan

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