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August 17th, 12:24-5:06am

bit of a speech impediment. Or maybe the woman from before did. He wasn’t exactly sure yet. Doesn’t matter.

“Um. Yeah. I’m kinda new to all this…”

“Do you like sweets?”

Tweek let out a quiet hum. “Sweets are supposed to soothe heartache, right?”

He laughed. Quiet, but bright. His eyes crinkled slightly. Green, almost like mine. Shut up. “I’ll make you something.”

“Thank you,” Tweek responded with a polite smile.

He turned around and started working on something. Tweek watched him. He looked so in his element. He almost seemed like he was floating. I wonder if I- stop. Shut up. Shut. Up. No connections. No attachments. I am where I’m supposed to be. I just need to get this over with and go home. He turned back around with a paper cup that had a lid on it. “Here ya go. Hope it helps,” he said with a smile.

Tweek took an experimental sip. It was good. Really good. “What is this?” he asked curiously.

“Mocha, half sweet. It’s okay?”

“It’s perfect. Thank you. How much do I owe you?”

“No charge.”

Tweek tilted his head slightly. Why do humans have to be so kind? “I’m sorry?”

“You’re new in town, right?”

“Um. Yeah.”

“We rarely see new faces around here. Think of it as a welcome gift.” He smiled, no damper at all. Still bright. Not cute. Not endearing. Nothing. I feel nothing.

“Wow, thank you,” he responded, trying for another polite smile.

“So what brings you around here?”

“Work.”

The man gave him a quiet hum before speaking up again. “Well, I’m Scott. Hope to see you around!”

“Maybe,” Tweek responded with a small smile before exiting the shop. He seemed really nice. Maybe I’ll stop in before I have to leave again. Just to break up the quiet. He let out a quiet groan. He knew he shouldn’t. I miss Bebe.

He started walking with no real goal in mind, letting his eyes wander. Humanity’s done nice for itself this time around. His feet carried him back to the church. There were people walking inside. The last time he was here, he didn’t get to learn much about religion. He was really interested in it though. When Kyle taught him about the old golds, Tweek was practically hanging on every word that came out. Fuck it.

He walked inside and took a seat in one of the back pews where there weren’t any people. Humans were seated towards the front, a sea of different hair colors and heights. The air felt a bit heavier here. Not uncomfortably so. In fact, it gave him the tiniest bit of solace. He felt like he was being enveloped in bits of comfort he didn’t quite get. It smelled like polished wood and fresh candles. Everyone was sitting in silence, seemingly waiting for something. Tweek took a look around. The altar up front stood tall with a simple white cloth over it. A large wooden cross was on the cream colored wall behind it.

The arched windows allowed little bits of light in. Tweek got lost in the windows. Stained glass panels depicted stories he hadn’t heard yet, their colors shimmering softly against the light of the sun. There was a huge range of colors. The deepest of blues, the softest of greens. Stop. The colors casted slightly, bits of reds and yellows, dancing across the floor and into the room. They were so incredibly beautiful. Tweek took a shaky deep breath.

“Good afternoon, everyone. May the lord be with you,” rang throughout the church. Tweek froze up completely. You’re imagining things. He was terrified to turn his head. He had to be hearing things. If he turned his head and it was him, he would break. If he turned his head and it wasn’t, he would break.

“And with your spirit,” came the collective response. Tweek slowly turned his head, hoping. Praying. He felt like his heart stopped. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Beautiful as ever, beautiful as always, Craig Tucker stood before them. The light of the church made him look ethereal. Untouchable.

Something Tweek had tried so hard to kill came back with a vengeance. I wasn’t supposed to find him. There are so many fucking humans on this planet. How does this keep happening?

LINE

“I don’t believe in a lot of that stuff. But I do think some people are just meant to find each other, y’know?”

Line.

Trying to forget Craig Tucker was so incredibly futile. His best efforts could never even begin to make Craig fade away. He was being swallowed by a storm of emotions and memories as if they’d just happened. He couldn’t do it. He leaned forward, dropping his head in his hands. New plan. All it took was seeing him for Tweek to unravel completely. He needed Craig more than anything. He needed him more than the air he was breathing. He was right there and there was no conceivable reality in which Tweek could walk away. He barely heard a word of the sermon as his thoughts raced past him. By the time Tweek picked his head up, Craig was already wrapping up.

“And as always,” he said lamely. “It’s Sunday. I’ll be taking confessions until five. Have a blessed day.” His usual monotone was present. The same voice that would sound so stupid coming from anyone else never failed to make Tweek’s heart race. He tried to stifle a laugh. This was insane. This was completely and utterly insane. Humanity was going to make him insane. And Craig sounded so fucking bored as he was wrapping up.

People started filing out of the church. Tweek didn’t move. He watched the people walk out. Craig was up front speaking to a few people but they eventually walked off. Tweek watched him walk into the small booth that sat on the other side of the room. It had two doors. He saw a man walk up and enter on the other side. He kept his eyes on the booth, brimming with curiosity. After about twenty minutes, the man came out and left the church. There was a clock to his right, below the windows he’d gotten lost in. He watched it for a few minutes, figuring it out. It was 4:50. He took a deep breath.

He stood up, heart hammering as he walked towards the booth. He hesitantly opened the door on the side the man had exited from. Tweek didn’t even have a plan. There was no half-cocked plan he could drum up to try and make this work. He was just hoping for the best at this point. He took a seat and looked up, expecting to see Craig, but there was a partition in between them. He frowned slightly. “Um, I don’t really know how this works,” Tweek said awkwardly.

He laughed quietly, the sound alone feeling like it drove a nail through Tweek’s heart. “Are you new to church?”

“First time.”

“That’s fine. You start by saying, ‘Bless me father for I have been sinned. It has been however many days since my last confession.’”

Tweek breathed out a small laugh at how insincere he sounded. Craig did not want to be here at all. “Okay. Bell me father for I have sinned. This is my first confession.”

Craig paused. He heard him let out the tiniest hint of a suppressed laugh. “What are you here to confess?”

“Well… I’ve definitely committed many sins. Not exactly sure how many. Kinda depends on what constitutes a sin. But I think I’m more concerned with what I’m about to do.”

“And what is that?”

Great fucking question. “I’m about to kiss a priest,” he blurted out. His eyes widened. WHAT?! Tweek wanted the ground to swallow him whole. I’m going insane. In-fucking-sane. Craig Tucker is going to kill me by means of driving me to pure insanity.

“I-is that so?”

Tweek ran his hands through his hair. That tiny stutter was cute. But there was a hint of amusement there and he missed it so much and - I AM GOING CRAZY. SPEAK. “If it matters, he doesn’t really seem like the priest type. I have my own theories.” He bit back a snicker. It was true. There was no way Craig didn’t get roped into something to wind up here.

“Well, you really shouldn’t go around kissing priests.” He sounded so flustered. Craig was always in control. Confident. Even when Tweek caught him off guard, he never sounded like this.

“Probably not. But I don’t really have much to lose at this point,” he muttered.

“Looks like I don’t either.” It was quiet. Anxious. But there was a playful edge to his tone and Tweek thought he was going to die if he didn’t see him right then and there. He got up and circled to the other entrance, trying to ignore his heartbeat thudding in his ears.

He slowly opened the door and Craig turned to look at him. “Hi, Craig,” he murmured.

Craig was looking up at him, blushing violently. He tilted his head slightly when he laid eyes on Tweek, like he was trying to put something together in his head. Tweek took a step closer, taking a moment to observe the man in front of him. He always looked the same. Abysmal blue eyes with flutters of gray. Jet black hair. Strong features and that tiny beauty mark that sat on his left cheekbone. Tweek said a silent prayer to Kenny. (Of all fucking people, but that was who popped in in head first, so he went with it.) He took another step forward before giving up and planting himself on Craig’s lap.

Craig looked up at him with amused horror, as if Tweek were some sort of demon casting a spell on him. Tweek placed his arms loosely over his shoulders and leaned closer.

Closer, closer, closer.

“I missed you so much. It’s driving me fucking insane,” he whispered.

Craig nodded slightly. Tweek closed the gap between them, giving him a gentle kiss. He missed Zaron. He missed bridgeport. He missed him so much it hurt. It hurt so much he could feel it in every part of him. Longing tainted his every breath and every thought like poison. He lingered there for a moment before Craig grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away. His eyes were wide and his face was beet red. “TWEEK?!”

Tweek’s stomach dropped. He couldn’t even get any words out before Craig tackled him out of the booth, landing on top of him. Tweek felt like he was going into shock as Craig was peppering kisses all over his face. “Oh my god, Tweek,” he muttered. “I missed you so fucking much.”

Tweek tried to figure out what the fuck was going on but just gave up. He placed a hand on Craig’s forehead to stop him from kissing him again. “Craig, what the fuck just happened?”

“I remember you.” The two made eye contact and Tweek felt like he was going to throw up. The gray flecks in his eyes glimmered.

“What do you mean?” he whispered. It was unreal. Tweek hit his head somewhere or he was dead.

“Zaron. Bridgeport. Everything in between. I remember.”

“How is that even possible?” his voice was so quiet and unsure, it didn’t even sound like it was coming from him.

“I don’t know. Shut up.” Craig leaned back down, trapping Tweek in a kiss. He pulled away, dropping his head on Tweek’s shoulder. “Welcome home, Tweek,” he murmured.

LINE

Tweek sat next to Kyle’s throne with his legs pulled up next to him. Kyle looked at him intently. “Yeah, Craig told me some stuff about love. I kinda get it? I kinda don’t. I dunno. You’re in love. I’m just curious.”

Kyle laughed quietly. “There’s so much to it. But honestly, when you have someone you love, they just kinda feel like home. That’s the important part.” The look on Kyle’s face told him everything he needed to know. Tweek didn’t exactly get it, but he knew Kyle did. Maybe I will, someday.

LINE

Tweek let his arms cross over Craig’s back. He missed holding him so much. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. But it was. Tweek was home. “Happy to be home,” Tweek whispered back, eyes stinging.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he said quietly. “This place sucks.”

Tweek nodded against him before breathing out a shaky laugh. “Okay.”

Craig got up and reached a hand out. Tweek took it, pulling himself up. Craig guided him towards the side entrance he originally came from and up a flight of stairs. Craig didn’t let go of his hand. They walked down a short hallway and made a right. He opened the last door and Tweek followed him inside.

Craig pulled Tweek close before reaching out and opening the top drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a tiny cardboard box. Tweek let out a quiet hum. “What is that?” he asked lazily. He wasn’t even sure if he really cared at the moment. He was in pure bliss.

“Cigarettes. Wanna try one?”

Tweek raised a brow. “Are they drugs?”

“Nah.”

“Okay.” He put one in his mouth and lit it before passing one to Tweek. Tweek eyed the little stick, turning it around in his fingers.

Craig gently took it, turning it in his hand before passing it back to Tweek. “That’s the filter end.”

Tweek breathed out a laugh.. “Okay,” he murmured. Craig lit it for him. After a few moments of troubleshooting cigarettes, Tweek rested his head on Craig’s shoulder, occasionally taking lazy hits. His body felt light.

“Y’know, I had a lot of time to think after you left the first time,” he said quietly.

“Me too.”

“I think losing you was one of the most painful things I’ve ever experienced.”

Tweek laughed, barely a sound coming out. “Same.”

“How long have you been back?” he whispered, almost sounding afraid.

“I actually got here a few hours ago.”

Craig let out a small sigh of relief, before shooting a playful smirk at Tweek. “What’d you go looking for me or somethin’?” he teased.

“Totally crazy.” Tweek laughed. “I beamed down in the woods behind the church.”

“Woah,” he muttered. “Wait. What about when we were in Bridgeport?”

“An alley a few minutes away from where I robbed Leo.”

“Huh.”

Tweek let out a small sigh. “I wasn’t going to look for you this time,” he admitted, voice tiny and fragile. “I didn’t think you’d ever be able to remember me. It felt like too much. But then I came here because I like religion. Y’know, learning about the old elven gods was so much fun.” A laugh bubbled out of him. “Wasn’t expecting to see you being a preacher.”

“I understand.” Craig gave him a tight squeeze. “I’m really happy you found me though.”

“Me too,” he murmured.

“Can we just stay like this while you’re here? No adventures. No bullshit. Let me take you out on some dates and just be with you?”

Tweek looked at him. He looked so uncertain. Almost afraid to ask. “I’d like that so much.” Craig smiled slightly before kissing the top of his head. “Is there anyone I know here though?”

“Some people I knew, but no one you met is around. You’re stuck with me.”

“I miss the others, but I’m happy being stuck with you. We need to catch up, seriously.”

“God, we do.”

“You first. What happened after I left Zaron?”

Craig gave him a small frown. “I actually made it a while after the magic died. Clyde, Kyle, and I were considered the three kings of the apocalypse. We fought a whole war without magic. Cartman finally got word of Kenny and Clyde getting married after the first year and was convinced that’s why the world ended. Our armies fought. Kenny was the one to kill him. Then there was, like, a decade of peace and rebuilding. Kyle and Stan stayed together. So did Kenny and Clyde.”

“What about you?” Tweek murmured.

“Don’t be mad.”

Tweek frowned slightly. “What’d you do?”

“I made it ten years. But, I couldn’t do it anymore. I felt like I lost a part of me when you left. It was so fucking hard, Tweek.” Tweek nodded against him. “Kenny was so certain we’d come back. He constantly promised me we would meet again. I hit a really low point, y’know. I started going out on jobs I had no business going on. I kinda just gave up mid-fight and died on the spot.”

“Fuck,” Tweek breathed out. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

Tweek adjusted and pulled Craig against him, running a hand through his hair. Craig relaxed against him. “What about Bridgeport?”

“I actually died, like, a year after you left. The pirates kinda got into an all out war over control of territories in the new world. I was the first one to go out. Everyone just tore each other apart. I got to talk with them after we died. It was ugly. We’re good now though.”

“Wait, so you remember your time while you weren’t alive too?”

“Yeah.”

“What was that like?”

“It was kinda like I was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. There were a bunch of other souls there. We were able to communicate. I don’t really know how to explain it. It was weird. But I spent so much of that time thinking. About you. Life. Everything, y’know. But I really fucking missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Tweek whispered.

“What was it like up there?”

“The first time around, I honestly felt like coming down here destroyed me in ways I would never recover from. I spent, like, majority of my first time back in my own personal hell. The second time around, I came back with this odd mix of hope and dread. I was so excited to see that you came back and I could meet you again, but knowing the cost of what it means to see you is,” he paused. There wasn’t a better way to describe it. “Absolutely fucking horrible. And then I went home again. And at first, all I wanted was for the time to pass so I could find you. But my head got to me. And then I was back in hell.” Craig nodded against him as he started tracing shapes in Tweek’s collar bone. Tweek felt like he was going to melt into Craig’s bed. “But then I started to recover a bit. And then I decided not to seek you out or do anything to form any attachments to people this time around.”

Craig pulled Tweek as close as he possibly could before kissing him. “I’m so happy that didn’t work out,” he murmured against him.

Tweek gently caught the side of his face. “It just sucks,” he whispered. “I’m selfish. I want to stay with you.”

“We don’t have the power right now. But next time, maybe we will? And then we can do something.”

“Like what?”

“Figure something out to keep you here.”

Tweek’s stomach flipped. “You really think we can do that?”

“I really do.” He gave Tweek another gentle kiss. “But let’s not think about that right now, okay? We have a while. I just want to enjoy this week with you.”

A small smile spread across Tweek’s face. “Okay.”

The two wound up spending most of the day in Craig’s bed. They talked for hours. Tweek finally felt whole. They only got up once to go eat. Tweek tried a burger for the first time. It was so good. Human food always amazed him. Afterwards, they retreated back to Craig’s bed.

“I have a surprise,” Tweek said with a small smirk.

He raised a brow. “And what would that be?” Tweek pulled his wand out of his pocket, twirling it around his fingers. “You still have that?” he asked with a laugh. “How does that even work still?”

“No idea. But it’s one of my two prized possessions. I always keep it with me.” Tweek gave him a small smile and created a star above them. Followed by a few more. Craig moved closer and rested his head on Tweek’s shoulder.

“What’s the other one?”��

Tweek placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head and reached under his shirt, pulling his necklace out. Craig’s eyes widened. “Is that… mine?” he asked with genuine disbelief. Tweek nodded. “How’d you even get that? I know I died with that around my neck in Zaron.”

“Remember that stealing contest we had back in Bridgeport?”

“How could I forget that?” He laughed. “Dude, you stole someone’s pickled eye.”

“The first shop I hit. It was just sitting in a bin. I saw it and couldn’t not take it.”

“Wow. What are the chances of that even happening?” he muttered.

“Definitely super low. Do you want it back?”

“Nah. You can give it back to me when you get to stay here.”

Tweek smiled, the very thought giving him something way more valuable to hold onto than he ever had. “Deal.”

It was perfect. Tweek fell asleep under the stars with Craig, limbs tangled together. He was here. He had Craig. This was real.

Tweek woke up to heavy breathing. Craig was having a nightmare. Tweek immediately went into a small bit of panic and tried to wake him up. Craig’s eyes fluttered open and he looked like he was about to have a breakdown. “Hi, you’re okay,” he whispered. “You were just having a nightmare.”

Craig squeezed him tightly, burying his head into Tweek’s shoulder. “Sorry for waking you,” he muttered shakily.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Had a dream that none of it was real. It was so,” he cut himself off, just shaking his head.

Tweek’s heart sank. Tweek adjusted before pulling Craig as close as he physically could and pressing a kiss on the top of his head. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here. Very real.”

Craig nodded against him. “Can you tell me what it’s like up there?” he asked quietly.

“It’s beautiful. There are so many stars and planets. Colors that don’t exist down here. But it’s cold.”

“I wish I could see it.”

Tweek hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe you can.”

He looked up, bleary eyes meeting Tweeks. “Is that possible?” He thought about it for a moment before looking at the silver bracelet with little charms on his wrist. He realized it matched the one Craig gave him. He let out a quiet laugh. Craig tilted his head slightly. “What’s goin’ on in there?” he asked, giving Tweek’s temple a small poke.

Tweek held up his wrist so Craig could see. “I didn’t realize that my bracelets matched.”

“You kept the one I gave you?”

“Of course I did. I’m surprised you didn’t notice earlier.”

He leaned up to whisper. “The only time you weren’t wearing long sleeves today, I was a little preoccupied.” Tweek broke out in goosebumps, playfully pushing his head away.

Craig started laughing which sent Tweek into his own fit of giggles. He gave Craig a small squeeze. “Tomorrow,” he murmured. “I’ll show you tomorrow. If we can figure it out.”

Craig nuzzled back into the crook of his neck. “Okay. Let’s do that.”

The next time Tweek woke up, the sun was in his face. He felt warm. Craig was still half on top of him, arms wrapped around him. A huge smile made its way across Tweek’s face. He started running a gentle hand through Craig’s hair. He wasn’t sure how long he spent like that, just enjoying existence before Craig started to stir. He looked up at Tweek with a small smile. “Mornin’ beautiful.”

Tweek’s stomach fluttered. “Good morning.”

Craig pulled him into a kiss. “Breakfast?” Tweek responded with a small nod. Neither of them made an effort to move though.

“What’s food like these days?” Tweek murmured absentmindedly.

“Nothing like what we had the last two times you were here. Still good though.”

“Y’know… I figured out how to make those custard buns we had on Faery Island.”

He perked up immediately. “What do we need to make them?”

Tweek laughed. “We have to get up to do that.”

He seemed to mull it over for a second before sitting up. “Okay. I’m up.”

Tweek followed him outside to the small kitchen the church had. He spent a while rooting around his pantry and then a bit longer looking through his fridge. “We need milk.”

“Okay, I'll go.”

“Can I come with?”

He smiled. “Yeah. Let’s get dressed.” The two went back to his room. Craig threw some clothes he thought would fit at Tweek. A comfortable pair of black pants that were a little big, and a baggy dark blue t-shirt with a NASA logo. After they got dressed, Craig gently took Tweek’s hand, leading him back into the hallway. He had his blue hat on. It was almost identical to the one he wore when they first met.

“The hat is back!” Tweek observed.

“The had never left,” he responded with a laugh.

Tweek raised a brow. “I never saw you wearing it in Bridgeport?”

“Kept it in my pocket for safekeeping.”

“Huh.”

“We should buy you some clothes.”

“Sure.”

“After breakfast?” Tweek responded with a small nod. The two stepped out the church exit and started walking. The morning air was a bit chilly, but it felt nice. Craig adjusted his hand, lacing their fingers together. It was relatively empty out. Some guy walking past gave them the nastiest look he seemed able to muster. Tweek looked at Craig and raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah.” He laughed, seeming like he’d stumbled upon the most ridiculous thing in the world. “Some people don’t take kindly to gay folk this round.”

Tweek ripped his hand away on instinct. Craig narrowed his eyes at Tweek, silently questioning. “You’re a priest! You can’t have people hating you!”

He grabbed Tweek’s hand again. “I’m retired.”

Tweek let out a shocked laugh. “Really?”

“I just picked up being a priest because I was bored and there was nothing better to do, to be honest. World’s ending in, like, six days, so there’s no point in keeping up being a pillar of the community or whatever. “

Tweek frowned slightly. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to Tweek’s temple. “Worth it.” The two continued to walk down the street together, ignoring the occasional gawks from passersby. Eventually they stepped towards a building and Craig opened the door, letting him inside. A tiny bell jingled above them. It was a light little chime that sounded so fun. Tweek probably would’ve stayed there fucking with the door if Craig didn’t pull him inside without a second thought.

“Buildings are so odd now,” Tweek mused.

“How so?”

“They look so… Unnatural? It seems inconvenient for your evolutionary timescale, cycle-wise.”

“There’s not really any magic here. And there are more resources that aren’t magic.”

Tweek let out a quiet hum. “I miss Zaron.”

“God, me too. A lot of it seriously sucked, but it was definitely much better than this.”

They stopped in front of one of the many fridges the grocery store had and Craig opened it, grabbing a container of milk. They had so many choices in human grocery stores. It was jarring. After they paid, they walked out. They kept walking when Tweek noticed the coffee shop he went to the day prior across the street. “Can we get coffee there?” Craig raised a brow. “I went there yesterday before we met. It was so good.”

“Sure.” He gave Tweek a small smile. “Never been.”

They walked across the street and into the shop. Scott was there. They walked up to the counter. “Oh, hi Scott,” Craig greeted.

Scott raised a brow. “Morning, Father Tucker. DIdn’t realize you knew my name.” He laughed awkwardly.

Craig made a face. “Hi Scott!” Tweek chimed in.

“Hi Tweek! Good to see you again!” He looked down at their hands and shot Tweek a knowing smile. “Seems like you’re feeling better.”

Craig gave him a look. He bit back a laugh, trying to ignore said look. “Yeah,” Tweek responded with a smile. “Can I have two of what you made me yesterday?”

“Of course!” He turned around and got started.

Craig leaned closer, whispering in Tweek’s ear. “Feeling better?”

Tweak flushed. “I may have been a little upset before I found you yesterday.”

Craig gave him a small hum in response before kissing his temple. Scott turned around with their coffees. “What do I owe you?” Tweek asked.

“Nothing!” Tweek raised a brow. Scott glanced down at their hands again. “Community discount.”

“You’re just looking for excuses to give me free coffee, huh?” Tweek teased, a laugh bubbling out.

Scott waved a hand, laughing quietly. “Maybe.”

“Appreciate you. I’ll see you around!”

“Later!”

After the two stepped back outside, Tweek let what was bouncing around his head out. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“When you guys first spoke?”

“Ohhh.” He breathed out a laugh. “I knew him back in Bridgeport. And Zaron. He was friends with Leo. Totally slipped my mind that we have not spoken once in this life.”

“Where is Leo? And the rest of them, for that matter.”

“They all went to school out of state. Everyone for the most part should be finishing up their last semesters.”

“That seriously sucks.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he responded with a small frown.

“Why’d you stay behind?”

“My family’s alive. I have a little sister. She kinda means the world to me. Figured I’d head out when she did if I didn’t have anything better going on.”

“Tricia, right?”

“Yeah.”

Tweek squeezed his hand with a smile. “I’m happy you have that. You really deserve it,” he said softly.

“Wanna meet her?”

Tweek’s eyes went wide with genuine excitement. “Yes?!”

He let out a small chuckle. “Okay. Clothes and space today. Date and then you can meet my family tomorrow?”

“Perfect.”

They walked back to the church, swinging their hands. This was the first time Tweek had actually felt content since this whole mess started. When they got back inside, they immediately went to the kitchen. Tweek started preparing ingredients and Craig hovered over his shoulder.

“Curious?” Tweek murmured.

“This recipe is not getting lost to the ages gain,” he responded with a laugh.

“Fair.”

It took much longer than it should’ve to finish the dough. Partially because Craig and Tweek got caught up throwing flour at each other. After Tweek put the bread in the oven, he started working on the custard. By the time they sat down to eat, it was almost one in the afternoon. Craig took a bit, eyes lighting up.

“Close, huh?”

“I think this is my favorite food.”

“Good thing we made a lot then,” he responded with a laugh.

After eating together and talking for a bit, they exited the church once again. Craig took him out the back exit, which he initially thought was weird. Until he saw a few cars lining the black pavement. He walked over, unlocking one of them. He took a seat on the passenger side, eyes glazing over every surface. “So this is what human cars are like,” he mused.

“What are your cars like?”

“They don’t stay tethered to the ground. Also they’re a bit more… Not as bulky?”

“Wait. You’re telling me your planet has floating cars?” There was this childish excitement in his voice that made Tweek snicker. He’s so cute it hurts.

“Yeah. But no one really uses them. All of our cities are walkable and we have a pretty good transit system.”

Craig let out a dramatic groan. “I miss walkable cities, man.”

“I get that,” Tweek responded with a laugh. Craig started the car and pulled out the lot. Tweek rested his head against the cool glass window as they drove through the town. The drive to the mall was about twenty minutes. He got to listen to Craig’s music on the way. They stepped into the overly large building and Craig immediately grabbed his hand. There were so many people inside.

They walked into a store and after a few moments, Tweek got a grasp on the human sizing system. He bought a few t-shirts and a few pairs of pants. As they were walking out of the store, Craig leaned over to whisper. “Does your planet have ice cream?”

Tweek narrowed his eyes at him. “Umm. Might be a different name?” Craig gave his hand a small squeeze and guided him into another shop a bit away. It was freezing in there. Tweek suppressed a shiver. His brain practically went into overdrive when he laid eyes on the display case that spanned the whole width of the store. Tweek walked up to it, Craig’s hand still in his. “I think we have something like this? Looks a lot different though,” he whispered.

Craig gave him a small smile. Tweek let go of his hand, slowly pacing down the line to look at all the different types. They had different fruits and chocolates and some other stuff he didn’t recognize. Craig broke him from his thoughts. “Do you want to try one?” Tweek nodded. “Which one?”

He pointed to a green one that had little pieces of chocolate in it. “”That one looks interesting.” Craig made a face. “What?”

“You would be the weirdo that likes mint chip ice cream.”

Tweek let out a gasp of mock offense before laughing. “I have no idea what any of that means.” Craig playfully rolled his eyes.

A girl walked in from the back room. “Oh shit!” she called out. Tweek snapped his head up. She had fire engine red hair. The oddly familiar girl I saved. I have to know her from somewhere…

“Hey, Red,” Craig said casually.

“THAT’S WHERE I KNOW HER FROM!” Craig clamped a hand over his mouth.

“You’re the guy that saved me, right?” she asked. Craig slowly retracted his hand. “Yesterday?”

“Uhh. Yes. That’s me,” Tweek responded with a polite smile.

“Wait, you saved her yesterday?” He leaned in a bit to whisper. “How much did you get up to before we met up?”

“Yeah! Some guy was doing a very bad job at trying to rob me and then your friend just ran up and headbutted him. It was awesome!” she responded with a laugh.

Craig raised a brow at Tweek. “I see,” he said thoughtfully.

“I’ve never seen you around though. How do you know my cousin?” she asked.

“Your cousin?” Tweek responded, mildly taken aback.

“Yeah. Dickhead here is my second cousin, she said, gesturing at Craig.

“Don’t worry about it,” Craig dismissed. “Anyways. I need a favor.” He shot a little mischievous smirk in Tweek’s direction.

“Okay… What do you need?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Tweek’s never had ice cream. We wanna try all the flavors.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dick. Be serious.”

“Um. I really never have,” Tweek chimed in awkwardly. “You don’t have to go through the trouble though. Ignore him.”

“Wait, seriously?!”

“He’s not from the states,” Craig explained. The sentence made no sense to Tweek and it seemed to make about as much sense to Red. “Super isolated area. They don’t have ice cream.”

“I mean, it’s been dead all days anyways. Also, you saved me a lot of trouble. Least I can do, I guess?” She laughed, shooting a smile in Tweek’s direction.

Craig gave her a small nod and she walked towards them on her side of the display case. “Any one you want to try first?”

“Mint chip?”

She made a face. “Your boyfriend’s got weird taste.”

Craig didn’t correct her. Tweek ignored the little flip his stomach did. She grabbed three spoons and scooped up some of the ice cream. She passed one to Tweek, one to Craig, and the third was for her. It was good. They both looked at him expectantly. “I like it,” he said with a shrug.

“Weird,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Tweek narrowed his eyes at her slightly. “Hater.” They both bursted out laughing at this. They wound up spending an hour in the ice cream shop. Tweek liked all of them, for the most part. Coffee was by far his favorite. His only real issue lied with rocky road. It was too crunchy and it threw him off. Never again. After they tried everything, Red gave him a polite goodbye and whispered something to Craig. He rolled his eyes before guiding Tweek out of the store. “What’d she say?” he asked with a snicker.

“Her usual nonsense.”

They stopped back at the church for a bit before heading out. As they were leaving, Craig threw a hoodie at him. Tweek raised a brow. “You said it was cold up there.”

Tweek put it on. “You’re cute.”

He playfully rolled his eyes. “Where to?”

Tweek took his hand and guided him to the woods where Tweek first landed. It was getting dark. “Okay, I don’t know if this is actually going to work or not,” he said quietly.

Craig shrugged. “Worth a try?”

“Just hold onto me, okay?” Tweek stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Craig’s shoulders. He felt Craigs arms wrap tightly around his midsection. Tweek took a small deep breath before pulling on the charm on his bracelet.

Tweek opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by the freezing metal of his ship. He shot up. “Craig?” He was laying right next to Tweek, staring at the ceiling. He’s either braindead or lost in thought. Panic bubbled up as Tweek quickly put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey. Hi. Are you broken?” he got out with urgency.

“That was soooo fucking cool,” he breathed out. Tweek looked at him. Really looked at him. The lights that were always a bit too bright felt softer now. Deep blue eyes had glimmers of stars in them. He looked so beautiful. Craig’s eyes slowly trailed over, meeting his. They looked at each other for a moment before Craig started laughing and sat up. “We’re actually in space right now,” he murmured.

“That is correct.”

Craig grabbed him by the shirt pulling him in for a kiss. Tweek practically melted against him. It was perfect. Every kiss. Every little touch. Every little moment of this was so perfect. Craig pulled back, resting his forehead against Tweek’s. “Second best gift I could’ve got,” he whispered.

“What’s the first?”

“Getting you back.”

A laugh bubbled out of Tweek as he gave Craig’s shoulder a playful push. “You’re so corny!”

“It’s true though!” he defended, his own laughs coming out. Tweek was so happy. He wanted to freeze time right here and revel in this. He stood up, putting a hand out. Craig took it, pulling himself. Craig slowly walked towards the window, jaw hanging open. “That’s Earth,” he muttered.

Tweek rested his head on Craig’s shoulder. “Mhm.” An arm wrapped around his waist. The two stayed there for a while, eyeing the planet Tweek loved so dearly. He took in every detail of the planet in front of him. The deep blue oceans popped against the green continents. Patches of white flurried about, breaking up the scene. It was so beautiful against the vastness of space around it.

Craig broke away, floating throughout the cabin. He walked around, observing everything with a deep look of concentration on his face. He stepped into the doorway of Tweek’s sleeping quarters. It was just a tiny, simple room with a bed in it, overhead storage compartments on top, built into the shiny silver metal that lined the entire craft.

Eventually he made his way over towards Tweek’s least favorite part of the ship. He eyed the red button that sat angrily against the sleek metal surface. It was just a silver table and a button. Tweek hated it. Such a tiny, simple thing was able to cause so much destruction. “Is this?” he murmured.

“Yeah…”

“It looks so harmless,” he mused.

Tweek stayed quiet for a moment. “Do you want to drive?”

Craig whipped his head around, looking at Tweek like he’d lost his mind. “Are you crazy?”

Tweek raised a brow. “I think that’s the least crazy part of all this, no?”

“Okay. Tweek. I definitely do not have the requirements to drive a spaceship.”

“I drove your boat once. And can drive a boat. And you can drive a car. I think you can pilot a spaceship. Already violating multiple universal laws by having you up here. Why not break a few more?”

“Wait. When did you drive my boat?”

“When I was up all night with Kyle.”

“Huh.”

He looked uncertain. Tweek let out a soft laugh before gently taking his hand. He guided Craig into the control room. It was simple. Just a control station with a single pilot’s seat that swiveled. The panel had minimal buttons. There was an emergency break next to the pilot seat. And in large, bold letters above a bright green button, laid the label ‘AUTO-PILOT.’ “Nothing crazy.”

He seemed to deflate a bit. “I thought it would be a lot more complicated?”

“Nah.”

“But what if I crash or something?”

“Has crash prevention.”

He took a seat in front of the panel. “You sure about this?” Tweek shot him a small smirk as he stepped over, dropping his head on top of Craig’s. Tweek ran through how to actually pilot the ship before they started moving. Tweek told him what coordinates to punch in and they started. After a few minutes, Craig spoke up, not taking his eyes off the scene in front of him. Tweek couldn’t blame him. They passed by small stars and distant galaxies. Pops of colors that weren’t on Earth. They passed planets and chunks of meteorite. Space debris gently floated around them. It was so much, despite having seen this so many times. “Where are we going?”

“Canis.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see.,” Tweek murmured.

It took them another ten minutes before Craig saw what Tweek was talking about. The ship slowly came to a stop. Tweek peered over at Craig from where he’d moved to. “Tweek” He laughed with mild disbelief.” It’s so gorgeous, what the hell?!”

Suddenly, it felt like he was seeing the dwarf galaxy through fresh eyes. He wondered if this is what Craig felt like when he showed him around Earth. From their vantage point, it looked like a shimmering collection of stars and faint gas clouds, vaguely resembling a sphere. It was just a hazy, muted glowing cloud of stars. But it was so much more than that. It was peace and comfort in the most ethereal way possible. It was beauty. It was the nature of all, existing in shades of gray with little pops of color, rather than just black and white. “I thought you’d like it.”

Tweek found himself against the wall. He blindly reached a hand out, killing the lights. The soft glow of the stars in front of them kept the cabin ever so gently illuminated.

“I love it.” It was so quiet. So fond. Craig turned to look at him, brimming with excitement. Tweek laughed, walking over and pulling Craig out of his seat. Craig wrapped his arms around Tweek, dropping his head on his shoulder. They rocked back and forth a bit. “I love you,” he whispered. “So much.”

Tweek felt like his legs were going to give out. He took a small deep breath, trying to dissipate the butterflies in his stomach. This was love. This was real. This was his. “I love you too.”

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typically i draw sarge wearing camo pants with bright red (potentially red team merch) on top that completely spoils any potential camouflage benefits. idea: he sleeps in a santa costume because he thought they were red pajamas. grif: is that… a santa suit? sarge: what? grif: sarge, you’re dressed up as santa right now. sarge: oh yeah? well then merry christmas, have some buckshot *shoots grif*

simmons wears polo shirts and dress pants because he wants to look nice (and a headcanon i have just decided is he hates jean texture— special thanks to all the autistic simmons headcanons out there and also as an homage to my partner who also hates jean texture). if he wore sweatpants he’s certain he’d die of mortification. he absolutely wears those matching two piece pajamas at night. long sleeves/pants so skin isn’t showing and once he gets the prosthetics he ties that sleeve/pant leg in knots when he sleeps so they don’t flail/tangle around him/slap him in the face (if anyone knows if this is ridiculous in a negative sense rather than practical let me know. i do not use prosthetics and therefore don’t know if this would make sense)

donut wears flashy things, but is probably at least somewhat coordinated (though he thinks he’s more skilled at it than he actually is and sometimes he’ll wear something that’s a trend or a reference to something and it looks godawful to everyone else). he sleeps in kinda skimpy and expensive looking underwear and it is only barely tolerated because he wears a robe once he gets out of bed

grif is the sweatpants king. tshirts, tank tops, short sleeve button ups, hoodies, whatever. his clothes do look pretty alright— if you ignore the stains he definitely knows how to color coordinate (years of helping his sister— who cared very much— pick outfits for school). sleeps in his day clothes because why not? simmons often ends up doing his laundry for him because he can’t stand the piles of dirty clothes on the floor

doc is the type to wear cardigans and coexist patches

caboose is a t-shirt kind of person but i imagine he wears any kind of casual clothes. i don’t think he’d make a fuss about wearing a skirt either. in my personal headcanon gender norms aren’t as strict on the moon and he got lots of hand me downs from his many sisters anyways. whatever he likes and feels good. probably wears comfy pjs with bunny slippers or some other cutesy kind of slipper

tucker is probably a bit more looks over comfort than caboose. he probably gets pretty self conscious about standing out in a negative way so he tries to avoid looking “girly” or “nerdy”. has tboy swag despite being cis (i’ve never been very good at understanding/writing tucker so take this with a grain of salt). canonly sleeps in the nude

church is iffy about his entire wardrobe. why the hell would he buy that?? but whatever. wears the most basic of the clothes “he brought” to blood gulch because some of the options are god-awful. usually jeans and a button up shirt over a t-shirt i think

kai is stylish but needs help to coordinate colors so she has a list of what goes well together for when she cares about that sort of thing. when she doesn’t consult it things get a little wild in the color department and it’s very her

tex dresses like a stereotypical butch lesbian and fucking slays. whether she’s dressed like a biker or lumberjack, she’s pretty secure in her womanhood— her womanhood is just pretty masc presenting and pronoun indifferent. he/she tex ftw

wait hold on i need to think of this now. what do u think the rvb characters would wear as regular clothing without their armors. theres a surprisingly small amount of fanart out there that seems to mind. what do these bitches wear

#red vs blue

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blackmissfrizzle · 3 years ago

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Steve's Washateria

Characters: Steve Rogers x black!reader

Summary: Finally you take Steve's offer to use his washer and dryer, but are you willing to pay the price?

Warnings: Smut and overall cuteness

Every single week, you and your cute ass neighbor would have the same conversation. Somehow Steve would catch you in the hallway whenever you had to peer over the mountain of clothes in your hamper on your way to the apartment’s washroom. It would never fail, no matter your protest about working in the infectious disease unit that he would take the hamper with ease and set it down for you.

Each time the conversations would get longer and you wouldn’t want them to end, but you knew he was tired from saving the world or work would interrupt, either way he would always have to leave. No matter the reason he had to leave, the conversation always ended the same.

“You know instead of me carrying your heavy-,”

You held up one church finger. “I doubt its that heavy when your able to move cars.” You smirked.

He scoffed and looked at the ground, before staring up at you through those supernaturally long eyelashes for a man. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” He moved one of your stray braids or locs from the front of your face. “You can always use my machines instead of hauling that down here.”

“And what’s it gonna cost me?” Please say pussy, please say pussy, please say pussy.

Steve always dreaded this question. Yes he wanted to spend more time with you, but his intentions grew less pure each time he asked this question. He had a hard time, hiding his baser desires. Especially after he saw you in that sports bra and shorts. “A cup of coffee?”

“I would bu-,”

“But you just worked in the infectious disease unit. One day that ain’t gonna work.” He walked out backwards so he could look at you for as long as possible.

“But today ain’t the day Ice Man!”

Steve laughed. “Have a nice night, YN.”

“You too, Steve,”

One day you didn’t have the energy to go all the way to the basement. Work and the gym tuckered you out. Steve’s washroom was so much closer and he had a couch.

Once Steve opened the door, he knew you were finally caving in. “Gonna cost you a cup of coffee and conversation.” He smirked, leaning against his doorway in nothing but a wife beater and gray sweats. Who knew Captain Steve Rogers was apart of the hoochie daddy community.

“I’m good for it.”

Before you could make your way in, Steve took the hamper. “You’re in luck, I just made a fresh pot.”

“Can’t get a Keruig like the rest of us, sir?” You poured yourself a cup, then browsed his albums. You could easily see he was making his way through the music he missed. The albums were in order by year. ‘Marvin Gaye? My daddy loves him.”

Steve used his stealth to sneak behind you. It gave him the chance to inhale your scent with you unaware. He had to get you to lay your head on his throw pillows. That way he could fall asleep to your scent. “A friend suggested it. I got a whole list in a little black book.”

“Like of everything you missed?!” You jumped, not knowing he was so close to you. Accidentally you spilled your coffee on him. “Oh my gosh Steve.” You took a paper towel and pressed it against his shirt. Fuck this man was made of steel. His body felt like a wall. “Shit!” Some dripped to the front of his pants. Without thinking you patted that dry as well. Oh sweet baby Jesus and the grown one too. Steve was packing some heat below the belt. Just like the dork you were, you couldn’t stop patting his dick.

As if it were possible, Steve was getting harder with every pat. His hand snapped out to reach for your wrist.

This was the most embarrassing day ever. You were never talking to Steve again. He was looking at you as if you wanted to murder you. Probably because you violated his space and spilled hot ass coffee on him. “Steve, I’m so sorry.”

Fuck it, he had to go for it. Natasha and Tony complained he wasn’t living his life. Right now seems like the best time to start. “You should be.” He used the hand he grabbed to pull you closer to him. His thigh rested right between your valley of sweetness. “How are you ever are gonna repay me?” His nose ran alongside your pulsepoint.

Was Steve flirting with you? By the way he rubbed his cock against you it was safe to assume that he was. “Um, I could cook you something. I can throw down in the kitchen.”

“I want something to eat, but it ain’t in the kitchen.”

Has this man been in your dreams? Too many times this scenario has been a featured film in your dreams.

“You can pay me by wetting my dick with that juicy pussy instead of coffee.” Consent, shit. Steve’s body language softened and he backed away to give you space. He wanted you to think with a clear head and with no pressure. “Uh but only if you want to. Because you can back away at any time.”

You interrupted Steve’s rant by sticking his fingers in your pussy. “Take your payment.”

A switch went off in Steve’s head. Kind and nurturing Steve went to the background. “So fucking tight.” He watched in amazement as his fingers collected your honey.

“Steve,” your back arched. His fingers were thicker than you ever experienced. “Please,” you scooted away.

He hooked his arm around your waist. “What you want pretty girl? You want to cum?” He sucked your nipple through your shirt.

To stop from alerting your neighbors, you bit your lip. Steve bit your nipple. That sting with the combination of the fabric of your shirt had you in ecstasy. “Yes,” you threw your head back.

Steve pulled your chin down. His cool blue eyes had fire behind them. “Then don’t fucking run from me.” He growled.

Picking you up, his fingers never left your pussy. Mid-air he made you cum as he walked you to the washer. Steve set you on top of the machine. The mere vibration of the home appliance had you cumming again.

Steve already knew he was hooked, but right now he decided he would never let you go. “Taste.” His fingers were covered in you. They shone under the small light.

The swirl of your tongue around his fingers made him make a mental note to have you on your knees tonight giving the same treatment to his dick.

“Don’t swallow yet.” He held your chin as he kissed you. Maybe he could forget about the head. Kissing you had to be his favorite thing, especially tasting your ambrosia on your tongue.

He pumped his cock a couple of times. He slid inside of you. “Holy,” Steve buried his head in the crook of your neck. There he bit your shoulder, leaving his mark.

“My god.” You sighed. “Steve!” His hands, his mouth, his dick, and the washing machine made for the perfect team up. Your senses were overloaded. You couldn’t focus on just one thing.

Steve had to remind himself to keep moving. The faces you made were better than any sunset.

“Steve!” You refrained from pushing yourself off the washing machine. You were so overstimulated, you couldn’t form any other words but Steve’s name.

He sensed your impending orgasm. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

Everything happened in perfect synchronization. Your orgasm, Steve’s orgasm, and the washing machine all went off at the same time. One of the neighbors had to believe that a party or something was going on from how loud you were.

Steve caressed your sex drunk face. He stashed it in his memory back. He would have to draw it later, but now he had other concerns.at the moment. “Another load?” He massaged your clit.

Oh yeah, you were definitely only doing your laundry from here now on.

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the-witty-pen-name · 4 years ago

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Deadbeat Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut, cursing, abandonment, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! This chapter introduces some new plots and conflicts, so it jumps around a little more than the previous ones.

I hope you all enjoy!

I also am having some writer’s block with my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries I was working on, so expect Part 3 sometime Sunday hopefully! So sorry for the delay on the final chapter.

Tags and Requests are OPEN

Part One // Part Two

Henry Curtis was one of the most infuriating people Lee had ever met. Curtis was a writer for the Columbus newspaper and constantly pestering the Sheriff. Curtis seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever the Sheriff did anything. He was desperately trying to catch the Sheriff doing anything but so far had remained unsuccessful. Curtis was the biggest obstacle Lee faced in winning re-election. The man would show up out of nowhere, pen and pad in hand ready to find anything that would be enough to keep the Sheriff out of office.

Maybe Curtis was just doing his job, but Lee always felt like it was much more personal. It was probably just his own resentment of the man who was just doing his job. But the man didn’t have to be so goddamn invasive. When the Sheriff had devised his plan on offering to rent a room from you, he was so tied up in his own mess of divorce and his somewhat confusing feelings towards you he had completely forgotten about the press. They would have a field day with the divorce alone, but now on top of everything else, Lee knew he should be more careful.

Lee always had to be careful, especially if he was meeting Leroy Brown. Lee would make sure he drove way out of town, and always insisted they met at a different location every time. This would infuriate Brown but Lee was the only lawman he had working for him. Sometimes Lee would drive several hours out of the way, always at some deserted ghost town or some sad excuse for a diner or a bar. Always somewhere no one would recognize him.

Lee lied to you and told you he and a few of the deputies would need to drive out of town for a stakeout when he needed to meet with Brown. It was one of those nights, sitting in the cruiser with the headlights off, as he parked in an abandoned parking lot almost two hours out of town.

He had been able to put this off for a couple weeks, lying about other legitimate jobs getting in the way. Honestly, it was because he wanted to one, avoid anything that would cause suspicion from Henry Curtis hearing he was back in town and two, he was selfishly allowing himself to just spend his nights at his new home, spending all the time he could manage with you. It was like being in that little white house was a place where he could let himself be delusional, and time spent with you was what his life actually was, not this mess he was currently dealing with. He wanted out.

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man. He knew that his laundry list of offenses had tarnished his badge a long time ago. He knew what he was doing, and before he never cared. Now, he’s thinking about how his actions could affect you. You were innocent, unaware of everything he was stuck in. He knew you weren’t stupid, and he was sure the town knows some about his corruption. But now, he couldn’t rationalize away his actions for any reason when it came to you. Janie? She didn’t care and would encourage it. She’d be in on it too. She’d have no problem lying to ladies at Church or starting other rumors to keep the town talking about anyone but Lee. She was as power hungry as he was sometimes, which could be a testament as to how their loveless marriage held together for so long.

***

“Hi, I’m looking for a Ms. (Y/L/N)?” the man asked when he approached you, talking a seat at one of the barstools.

“Who’s asking for her?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Henry Curtis, I work for the Columbus Dispatch.”

“The newspaper?”

“That’s the one.”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“I’m doing a story on her mother’s marriage to Harvey Tucker.”

“She’s not here tonight. But I can let her know you were here. Do you got a card?”

The man pulled out a business card from his wallet and slide it across the bar. You picked it up and read all the information before putting it in the pocket of your apron.

“Seems weird for the Columbus paper to want to do a story on that a month and a half after it happened,” you said skeptically.

“We did cover the story when it happened,” Curtis informed you. “Doing a follow up since the story broke about his wife missing.”

“Missing?” you ask. “Do they know what happened?”

“Robbed the bastard blind and then ran apparently,” Curtis said casually looking past you at the chalkboard on the wall. “Scotch, neat.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, grabbing the bottle from the shelf. “Has anything else been found out yet?”

“Not yet, that’s why I’m here. Checking in to see if she’d come back here because I heard Ms. (Y/L/N) still lives around these parts.” He then pulled a newspaper out of the inside pocket of his coat and started flipping through the pages.

“She has another kid too, right?” you asked, playing dumb. “A boy, I think. Do you know where he is?”

“Couldn’t say,” he sounded very indifferent, “Most likely went with her but who knows? I went to the Sheriff’s office to see if they knew anything but the Sheriff wasn’t there.”

“That’s too bad,” you say. “I’m sure Sheriff Bodecker would help you help if he can.”

Your statement made Mr. Curtis chuckle, but you didn’t follow up on it. You were just focusing on getting as much information about your mother and brother as you could.

“Speaking of Mr. Bodecker,” he began, “I recently saw his wife is getting remarried. Saw the announcement of the engagement in the paper.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” you respond, skeptically. You didn’t know why but you didn’t trust this man. It was something in the tone of his voice, or maybe it was just how he held himself. Very polished, a suit and a nice dress jacket. He looked very out of place in this town, and this little bar.

“You familiar with the Sheriff at all, miss?”

“Not too well,” you shrug, “Haven’t had any run-ins with the law myself.”

“Not even a speeding ticket?” He asks, only a little condescendingly.

“Can’t get a speeding ticket if you don’t have a car,” you point out.

“Touché,” he chuckles before taking a sip of his drink.

He doesn’t ask you anymore questions, and when he leaves, he gives you a five-dollar tip.

***

Lee receives his cut from Brown. There was nothing new to report on that front and his meeting went by smoothly. All Lee had to do was to turn a blind eye, and make sure the rest of the department stays unaware of the brothel’s existence. Brown always insisted on meeting with him, wanting to know what the Sheriff’s department was investigating and making sure his businesses stayed under the radar. He felt sick, and is preoccupied with the fact he has an envelope of dirty money in the cruiser’s glovebox.

It’s around midnight when he pulls up to the house. He expects that you’re already asleep, but he notices the lamp is on in the living room. He takes the money out of his glovebox and tucks it away into the inner pocket of his jacket. Coming inside, he finds you on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the business card Mr. Curtis had given you. You face is stained with dried up tears, and you still haven’t even changed out of your work clothes.

“What’s that?” he asks, the sight of you breaking his heart. He winces because he comes off a lot harsher than he meant.

“Some reporter came while I was at work wanting to talk to me,” you explain softly, you sound exhausted. “Wanted to talk to me cause he’s doing a story on my mother. Apparently, she’s on the run from the Columbus police.”

You extend your hand to give Lee the card. He feels his jaw clench when he reads the information. “What happened?” he asks, taking a deep breath and sitting down next to you.

“I pretended I wasn’t me,” you say, another tear rolling down your cheek. “He came in asking for me so I said I’d pass his card on. I didn’t want to tell him who I was because he didn’t explain why he was looking for me at first. I don’t know- just scared me. I’m more upset about the news itself than him.”

“You did the right thing,” Lee said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. He was angry, but he didn’t show it. It worried him, fucking Curtis snooping around this close to you. It made him feel protective, wanting to shield you from the whole ordeal. He had been on the receiving end of unsolicited attention from the press and he knew how ruthless they were. He knew this wouldn’t be the only time Curtis would try to get in touch with you. He’d find out where you lived, he’d continue to show up while you were working- the whole nine yards. He didn’t want you going through that.

Curtis talking to you also made him incredibly paranoid. It was his two worlds that he desperately wanted to keep apart were colliding. He knew it was impossible, but he so wanted to keep you separated from the other part of his life. It wasn’t who he wanted you to see. Hell, he hasn’t even been here for a month. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep you in the dark, at least that wasn’t entirely intentional. Actually, he wasn’t sure, maybe it was intentional. However, it wasn’t just you he wanted to hide aspects of his life from. He wanted his involvement with Brown and others hidden from every goddamn registered voter. You were no different, he tried to rationalize. But that wasn’t true. These feelings he harbored for you, were getting worse. He needed to unwrap himself from this situation, and for the sake of you finding out he was a shill, keep you away from that asshole. He didn’t want to let himself think about how the way you look at him would change.

And here he was, making the situation all about him. It was in his nature.

“He’s just going to show up again if I don’t call him,” you say, wiping your eyes. “Maybe I should just call him in the morning. Just be honest and say I don’t know anything. He can keep coming around but nothing is going to change.”

“I can take care of it,” he says. He couldn’t risk you talking to Curtis again. For all he knows, Curtis would tell you all about the story on the Sheriff he’d been trying to confirm for years. Lee knew he couldn’t let that happen. He fully intends on telling you, but how the hell do you bring that up? ‘Hey doll, I’m also on the payroll of every pimp and bootlegger in a ten-mile radius, just letting you know.’ It wasn’t going to come up, unless Curtis tells you about it. He’d be hoping to pull himself out if it, show you how you made him want to be better.

For now, he settles for comforting you, and just being there to take care of you. Make you feel better. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and lets you cry into his chest. He sighs, kissing the top of your head in a friendly way and you curl up against him. Under different circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have let yourself do this- show your vulnerability or allow anyone to comfort you like this. But it was all the events of the past month, your mother leaving, everything, just all hitting you at once, and you were happy you weren’t alone.

In the morning, you wake up on the couch with a blanket over you. You see Lee asleep in the chair, and you realize he stayed with you all night. It makes your heart flutter. You pull the blanket up over your chin and close your eyes again. You felt surprisingly well rested. The stress and worry were pushed to the back of your mind long enough to let you get some sleep. It still lingered in the back of your mind, but you reminded yourself that for now, there was nothing you could do. You had the day off, and you let yourself have a little longer time to sleep in.

You woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of sizzling on the stove. When you opened your eyes, Lee was no longer in the chair. You sat up and looked toward the kitchen, where you saw Lee with his back to you while he worked with the pans on top of the stove. The portable radio was positioned on the counter, and it was playing at a low volume, so it wouldn’t wake you up.

“Hey,” you say softly, still waking up as you walk into the kitchen.

“Morning, doll,” he says, glancing back at you for a moment. “How’re you feeling?”

“A little better,” you admit, grabbing a mug for yourself out of the cabinet. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, savoring the smell before making it how you usually take it. “Thank you for sitting with me,” you say honestly, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he says with a small grin. “I just wanted to help.”

“I really appreciate it, Lee,” you reiterate your thanks, hopping up to take a seat on the counter, watching him cook breakfast. “Didn’t know you knew how to cook,” you joke, making him chuckle.

“I’m full of surprises, sweetheart,” he smirks, making you feel flushed. You take another drawn out sip of your coffee to try to distract yourself. You watch his arms, and his hands as they maneuver and flex when he cooks. You imagine how they must feel, your eyes focused on the veins. You bit your lip and it reminds you of the dream you had a little while back when he first moved in. You imagine him stepping in between your legs as your propped up on the counter, his hands gently gripping your thighs and-

“I’ll get it,” you announce hurriedly as you hear someone knock on the front door. You hop off the counter careful to not spill your coffee, and head to answer the door. Lee watches you bounce out of the room, fixing your hair as you go and you don’t catch his smile.

“Arvin,” you say surprised, stepping out onto the porch. “What are you doing here?” you ask, with a small grin. You’re confused but nonetheless happy to see him.

“You look like you’ve been crying,” he observes, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say dismissively, “Just last night I was thinking about my ma and everything. Just had trouble sleeping is all.”

“The Sheriff didn’t do anything?” Arvin asked in a hushed tone, looking over your shoulder to see if Lee could hear you two.

“No, nothing, he’s been perfectly fine,” you say coming to the Sheriff’s defense. “I know you and Ms. Russell are worried, I know how it must look- but Arvin I swear he’s just my tenant. He’s been nothing but a gentleman.”

“Just making sure,” he says, letting it go for now. “Lenora asked me to bring these by for you.” He hands you the glass baking dish that you can see is filled with homemade cinnamon rolls. “She’s been practicing making all kinds of baked goods for when the Church does that bake sale and has me running all over town giving it away cause me and Uncle Earskell can’t keep up with it all.”

“Tell her thank you for me,” you say with a smile, “And I’ll bring the dish with me to Church tomorrow- give it back to her.”

“She misses you I think,” Arvin says sheepishly, pushing his hands into his front pockets. “I mean- I do- I think my whole family does- we all do. I’m sorry my grandmother hasn’t asked you over in a while…”

“I understand,” you nod. “Reputation is an important thing.”

“I just didn’t want you to think it was because of us,” he says looking down at the porch, his eyes fixed on a loose board. “You know how she is- everything no matter the context is somehow a sin. Scared to death of her own shadow…”

“I know you’re not that resentful, Arvin Russell,” you chuckle and he relaxes. “And I don’t hold any hard feelings towards anyone in your family- you all have always been good to me.”

“Well, um,” he says awkwardly, looking like he was holding back from saying more. “I got to hit a couple more houses before I head to work, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at Church?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Oh- I wanted to let you know,” he says, turning around as he’s already heading down the front steps, “The principal down at the high school is looking for secretaries- Lenora heard and thought you might be interested. It pays like $35 a week, I think. You should call Linda Carson; I think Lenora said- that’s the woman who’s in charge of hiring people, I think.”

“I’ll call the school first thing Monday morning,” you say, grin stretching from ear to ear. Arvin nods and says goodbye again. You walk back into the house like you’re on top of the world. You couldn’t contain your excitement. That job if you could get it would be a dream. You’d be making so much more than you’re already making. You were so excited.

“You’re in a much better mood than when I last saw you,” Lee jokes. He’s sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while he eats his breakfast. You notice that he made you a table setting- brought your coffee over and everything. You place the baking dish in the middle of the table and sit down.

“That was Arvin,” you say happily, and Lee feels his heart sink into his stomach.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, trying to not let on how his heart feels like it’s crushed. He knew it was only a matter of time before a boy would come around- whether it be Arvin or someone else your own age.

“Well, first he was just dropping off baked goods Lenora made,” you say gesturing to the dish on the table. “He’s going around to everybody, I guess. He mentioned the high school is looking for office secretaries- Lenora wanted me to know. Thirty-five dollars a week! I’m going to talk to Linda Carson about it Monday morning. Can you imagine? I could get a secretary job.”

Lee feels just a crash of relief wash over him. He’s so happy that you are looking at a new job. You deserve better than that bar. He knew you deserved the job just as much as any of the other candidates. You work harder than anyone he knows.

“That’s fantastic, sugar,” he replies. “You deserve it.”

“Do you think I have a chance?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious- you knew you weren’t as experienced as other candidates would be for sure.

“Of course, I do,” he says, putting down the paper to give you his full attention. “I feel like you getting this job is a definite. There’s no doubt about it.”

“You’re just buttering me up,” you scoff, finishing up your food, making him chuckle. You may have also seen his cheeks redden, but you couldn’t say for sure. You finish off your coffee, and then bring you dishes back to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink. Lee turns his attention back to his newspaper and you head upstairs to get ready for your day.

When you head upstairs, Lee notices that you took the radio with you- and he could hear you were listening to music from upstairs. He decides before it’s too late to ring Mark Cunningham. The line rings a couple of times before Mark answers.

“Cunningham.”

“Morning, Mark. It’s Sheriff Bodecker,” he smirks.

“What can I do for you Sheriff?” he asks, the sound of shuffling paper comes through as well. Most likely flipping through the paper.

“I wanna call in that favor you owe me,” he says, casually pacing the living room, holding the receiver up to his ear and the base of the rotary phone in the other.

“Of course, Sheriff,” he says. A while back, Bodecker busted the principal making moonshine in his old barn that was at the end of his property. Lee looked the other way and was waiting for the right thing to call in a favor for.

“I want you to hire (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for the secretary job,” he says, looking to the stairs, making sure you aren’t coming. The music is still playing loudly from upstairs so he determines he’s still got time.

“That’s all?” Mark asked surprised.

“That’s all I want from you,” Lee replies. “I expect you can make that happen?”

“Without a doubt. When can she start?”

“Still have her come in for an interview. I don’t anyone else knowing I called you about this- including her.”

“Done.”

With that, Lee hangs up the phone, feeling really good about this decision. He knew how much that job meant to you- he could see it in your eyes and how excitedly you talked about it. He can’t wait to see you when you find out you get the position. He knows it’s going to make you so happy. He knows you’d be a fantastic candidate, but this just eliminates any doubt. He reasons that there isn’t much difference, since you were very likely to get it anyways. He just had to make sure.

He can picture you know, coming home from the interview- excited to tell him that you got the job. You’d be so excited you’d jump up and hug him tightly, just so overjoyed that you let your feelings take over. You’d wrap your legs and around his waist and he’d hold you up by holding the back of your thighs. You’d wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck. You’d lift your head up to look at him, embarrassed at your actions and then he’d press his lips to yours. You’d gasp softly, but your lips would melt against his own and your arms would wrap tightly around his neck. He’d walk forward, pressing you up against the wall and he’d kiss your neck mumbling praises of congratulations against your skin as his name falls from your lips at how good he’d make you feel. It’s almost unbearable how bad he wants you.

He heads to him room to get ready for his day, but his mind is still clouded with thoughts of you. He thinks about how much he wants nothing more that to just pin you on his mattress. He wonders if you know how crazy you make him. Sometimes there’s something in your eye that makes him think you want him too, but he’s not sure. His better judgement holds him back from everything he wants to do. He thinks about how it must feel to have his head right in-between your thighs. Back in the kitchen together, he wanted to just get on his knees and worship you. The feeling of them pressing against him as he sucks on your clit and runs his tongue across your folds.

Serval hours later, he can’t shake the thoughts, even sitting in his office at the sheriff’s station- working on a Saturday yet again. He’s cooped up in his office, unable to get through any of the paperwork that has piled up on his desk. He’s thinking about you, again, but in this daydream, you’re bent over his desk- because you came by to see him on your break from work at the school. His office door locked and his blinds pulled so he can bend you over and take you right there- rough and fast, sending you back to work with a feeling of him still there between your legs well after you’re back at your own desk, still sore from the encounter.

“You got a visitor, Lee,” the intercom on his desk lights up.

“Send ‘em in,” he responds back, shaking his head to snap out of it. He needed to get a grip.

“Sorry I didn’t call,” you say, walking into his office. His eyes widen and he wonders if he’s still day dreaming. He discreetly pinches himself. You’re actually here, standing in his office, while he looks at you dumbfounded. Part of him would think he manifested it if he was a man of any faith. “You forgot this,” you say, putting his wallet on the desk. “You must have taken it out of your back pocket before falling asleep in the chair last night. It was laying on the coffee table. I figured I’d stop by with it while I was coming up this way anyways.”

“You’re a doll,” he grins, putting his wallet in his back pocket. “What are you doing?”

“I took the bus to the library to return some books, and now I’m going shopping for something to wear when I go in for an interview since I have the day off to go,” you explain. “I’m also probably going to get lunch after that before heading back home. I just didn’t want to be home in case that reporter stopped by. I’m not ready to talk to him yet.”

“I can take care of it,” he says, “He’ll make his way over here soon enough. I can talk to him.”

“You would do that for me?” you ask, the relief evident across your whole face.

“Yeah, I can talk to him, let him know you gave a statement here,” he says. You nod. “You know as much as he does, so it doesn’t matter if I tell him you don’t know shit or if you tell him.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sigh, so relieved thinking that you won’t have to hear from Henry Curtis again. “If he tells you anything about them… will you let me know?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you say, hurriedly walking over behind him and quickly hugging his shoulders. You then are back by the door again before he can register the gesture. “Are you going to be home tonight?” you ask, your hand on the doorknob.

“Not until late,” he says reluctantly, and he can see the disappointment on your face- unless his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Okay,” you say finally, “Um, I’ll see you later then.”

“Bye, doll,” he says when you walk out of his office.

Are you going to be home tonight? Your voice lingers in his head. It was such a harmless phrase that could’ve just been one of curiosity. Maybe you were just asking because you were thinking about what you were doing for dinner. It most likely just meant nothing. But, the look on your face when he said no makes him think otherwise. Did it mean you cared? That you wanted to spend time with him? You wanted to see him and be with him as desperately as he needed you perhaps? Just the phrasing itself makes his brain feel like putty. It’s like you’re waiting up for him. It’s like you share the house in a way that’s much more than just him renting a room from you. It’s like you’re his and he’s yours. It’s like saying our house… our home. The question was so intimate and implied so much more about how you saw him and what he was to you. He knew seeing him as how he saw you was next to impossible, but you saw him as more than the Sheriff and more than just the jerk living in your house.

Part Four

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A/n: Greetings! Request away! Here’s a sample of my writing! Just a few cute head cannons I’ve been dreaming up! — I plan do Liyue next! Enjoy ^^!

Nightly Routines — Monstadt

Warnings: None! All Sfw!

Mentions: Bed time routines and nightly activities!

Lisa

She likes to read before before bed, I suppose this is not much of a surprise but alas...

How could she not allow herself to be lost in the sweet confines of a book in the late night hour?

If she is not reading — the Purple Rose is experimenting with an array of different ingredients.

Crafting potions... she so eagerly wants others to try.

“Come now, these are just harmless concoctions. Nothing dangerous cutie. Nothing that a Calla Lilly won’t heal.”

Sometimes she’ll read Klee a book before her bedtime.

Reading with company like Klee is always a treat.

Lisa likes to “save energy”, with all the book keeping work she has to do during the day.

Hunting down those who have overdue books.. at night is so taxing.

She’s usually in bed early to be ready for the next day to come.

Sometimes she’ll have long talks with Jean about miscellaneous things that happen throughout their day.

It’s very relaxing and Lisa gives great advice.

Klee comes up a lot she just worries about those bombs..

Jean

She’s doesn’t really have a bed time routine.

She falls asleep at her desk instead of in a proper bed. It worries Lisa and Barbara.

What’s sleep? She’s always up late into the night doing paperwork “It’s exhausting just looking at the work pile” — Kaeya

Though, when Jean is able to finish up for the day without any issues, she likes to take the time to soak in a hot bath.

She stays inside for as long as she can.

It simply relaxes her muscles and relieves any tension the day might’ve given her.

Lisa joins her sometimes, seems that woman gives her peace of mind.

When she’s all tucked in at night she enjoys indulging in books akin to Lisa.

Reading tales of legendary heroes. Her favorite being the King of Khaenri’ah.

Honestly, she does not like sleeping. She has asked Lisa for a potion that keeps her awake.

But, when she finally does wish to sleep she has a hard time doing so and well...asks Lisa for aide.

Lisa reads her a bedtime story too or rather she tells her stories about the strong and admirable people she has met at Sumeru Arcademia. — This occurs during their long late night talks.

Kaeya

He wouldn’t be Kaeya if he didn’t have a glass of wine before bed.

He’s enjoys the company of Lisa from time to time they will share a glass.

Before going to bed and leaving for the night, he checks in on Klee.

He makes sure she’s alright but, that’s usually only after she has caused trouble for Jean that day.

Those pointers seem to go to waste. Pls don’t report him.

Kaeya likes to take his time before getting into bed.

He usually takes off his clothes and strips down to his bottoms. Or naked

Yes, he removes his eye patch but, only his reflection has seen what lies underneath.

Kaeya stargazes as he enjoys his nightly glass of sparkling wine.

Once he has had a few and they’ve warmed his insides, he’ll take a cool shower to regulate his body temperature.

It relaxes him more than a hot bath or shower would.

When he’s out falls asleep fairly quickly.

Diluc

He does not sleep much.

Given his nightly rounds keeping Monstadt safe from any posing threats, overseeing Monstadt’s wine industry and running the Dawn Winery...

Diluc escapes sleeps like Houdini.

Not that he wants to but he simply doesn’t have the time.

Like his voice line for relax is literally “Guess we can rest for a bit” like he didn’t have any plans on doing that before lmao poor Diluc.

He cares about the safety of Monstadt and her people.

Kaeya may be an ass at times but, he can tell that even he worries about his lack of sleep.

When he does have a moment to relax, he will play a round of chess with his butler while drinking grape juice.

He likes to drink that before bed instead of wine in difference to Kaeya.

Diluc often gazes at the collection of artwork he has around the manor.

It’s so intricately detailed, many thoughts and emotions were sewn into each of the piece by its maker. He notices it all.

He does all these things because he’s so used to being up for long periods of time that when it is finally time to rest his head. He’s up doing these idle things.

Diluc lies in bed for a long while before drifting off into a restless sleep, before he even realizes it — sometimes the sun rises and he needs to work yet again.

Klee

She’s never truly tired when her bedtime rolls around.

Always doing bomb experiments inside of her “room”

The guard that stands outside her door is genuinely scared they’ll get blown up...again.

Jean has to confiscate everything so she goes to bed on time.

Lisa will read to her for a while.

Her voice is so sweet and soothing it’ll easily put her to bed.

Klee keeps Dodoco close by when she’s tucked in.

She never sleeps without it, she also sleeps with a bomb right next to her.

It may not be a good idea to surprise her in the middle of the night.

For everyone’s safety lmao.

After a long day of treasure hunting with Bennett or being saved from a disaster by Razor. Klee will fall asleep quite easily.

Amber

She has a lot of energy even before bed.

So, to tire herself out she will go for a nightly run or jog in and around the city of Monstadt.

She will also glide around from time to time up by the church.

Feeling the night wind in her hair is a nice stress reliever.

She may not sleep right away, she wanders around the Knights HQ and often sees Lisa up reading if she isn’t sleeping.

She may also check in on Klee, she doesn’t really like her being inside that confinement cell.

If she isn’t doing that, she may go on a nightly hunt before bed too.

Just so she can cook up a good breakfast in the morning.

All that energy needs to go somewhere.

She’ll eat moon pie before bed, she knows it’s not good to eat and then go directly to sleep but... it just tastes so good!

Barbara

Outside her room everyone can hear her humming to herself.

The acoustics in the cathedral are top notch she sings there are night when it’s empty.

Bennett often walks in covered head to toe in scraps and bruises.

Nearly scares her half to death. She heals him of course.

In her pjs’s Barbara sits in front of her vanity, singing to herself as she brushes her hair.

She has a melody to go along as she counts each brush stroke.

She checks in on Jean to make sure she’s not working herself to death.

Some nights she helps Jean to a proper bed.

If she isn’t sleeping during the late night hour she may be performing at the Angel’s Share.

Diluc frowned the entire time.

Her performances tucker her out and she sleeps as soon as she sees her bed!

She’ll take a bath first though and sing there too. Barbara will never stop singing!

Fischl

When she’s alone out adventuring on a quest Fischl can relax a bit more.

She sits under the illuminated night sky with Oz, gazing up at the stars.

Dreaming of far off worlds with the company of Oz by her side.

She can break character in front of him.

She lets her hair out and takes off the eye patch when she’s not in front of people.

She brushes her fingers through her hair a few times to allow it to fall freely. Only to pick up one of her favorite novels.

Always manages to read herself to sleep until or until the sun rises.

She reads a lot of fantasy novels and of course makes sure to return them on time.

Fischl spends her time in the adventures guild usually until the late night hour.

It’s a bit hard to understand her word choice but everyone there tries to be nice about it.

It’s a good thing Oz is there to translate.

Fischl is one for walks through the city of Monstadt at night, well that’s when she usually returns from her adventures outside the city.

She’s tired then and will quickly fall fast asleep, she’s more of a day time bather than a night.

Diona

She spends her nights bartending.

If she’s not busy making delicious drinks...

She’s out in the wild searching for ingredients to make a concoction with a horrid taste.

All in efforts to bring down the wine industry in Monstadt.

She has her reasons but, she dares not to speak of them in front of anyone and especially with Diluc around. — Seems he has eyes and ears everywhere?

Diona is an excellent bartender in fact, she’s so good at her job that the people who frequent there are there for her!

Her nights consist of entertaining the guest at the Cats Tails whilst also making drinks.

It’s fairly tiresome but when the night is over she goes home.

Not to sleep no, but to try and come up with a drink that will utterly topple the wind industry.

If she comes to a standstill, Diona will go out and ask around about the things people would most hate to drink.

When she does sleep, she will crawl into the comforts of her own bed. Doing nothing but stretching to get comfortable as she moves to rest.

Which seems to occur when the sun begins to rise. She sleeps throughout the day so that she can focus on her job at night. — that is unless she’s asking around to feed into her plans. One may see her during the day!

Razor

Will always watch the moon and star lit skies before he falls asleep.

He does this while keeping watch.

He checks on his lupical throughout the night too.

Just to make sure they’re all sleeping easy and peacefully.

Will sit and eat meat casually letting his feet dangle by the cliff side.

He honestly doesn’t do much before falling asleep.

Razor think about a plethora of things though before it tires him out.

How he’s not a real wolf mainly — it saddens him.

In any case he enjoy going to bed with a full stomach.

If he’s feeling restless, he will go for a run as well.

All that excess energy disappears once it’s concluded.

After that he’s too tired to think about anything else other than sleep.

He smells like a wolf and won’t bathe too often — doesn’t see it as a necessity to being a wolf.

If he’s out at night and sees Lisa she will make sure he’s clean even if she has to shock him.

Bennett

He sleeps like a baby most times but as luck would have it...sometimes he doesn’t.

It’s mainly when he’s out adventuring.

When he finally drifts off into sleep — not that he does much to prepare for sleep to begin with other than getting comfortable.

Bennett keeps his fire going to stay warm.

It unfortunately attracts hilichurls.

He stays up late trying to defend himself and his treasure from them.

He lost everything once lmao.

When he isn’t out and about, he’s in the guild.

Staying up late taking care of his Dads.

Always makes sure they’re all alright before he even thinks about sleeping.

Bennett, after assuring their happiness and comfort would then rest.

He thinks about death but not in a fearful way albeit, it does cross his mind often at night but he tries not to dwell.

Sometimes his nights are spent being mended by Barbara — he falls asleep at the cathedral too if he’s too tired to move.

It all depends where his adventures have him end up!

Noelle

She cleans before bed, any surroundings that may be out of place Noelle will scrub, sweep and dust until it shines.

She’s often doing errands during the day or helping out with the Knights at HQ.

When night falls she’s fairly tired.

Albeit she does not show it, the hard work she does is quite the energy drain.

She barely lets herself rest often doing the “less dangerous” jobs assigned to her by Jean or Kaeya. All in efforts to keep her safe.

When night falls and she has done everything she could do for that day, Noelle will practice with her claymore crafted by Wagner.

She stays up late trying to refine her skills until she can’t swing anymore.

She may have super human strength but after a few rounds of practice she will get tired.

She likes to soak in a hot bath with geo salts. It’s relaxing and rejuvenating.

The healing properties aide in strengthening her body when she’s exerted herself from a longs day work.

Sucrose

Research.

It takes up her days and her nights.

Lisa is always so insightful to almost everything that she does.

It is very helpful but Sucrose seems to never know why.

She loves alchemy and will often fall asleep at her work station. With experiments bubbling over and materials by her head.

Albedo wakes her only to tell her to go rest somewhere properly — wait for a new day to begin again.

Sucrose uses this time to bathe as well but she won’t soak in a bath for very long she prefers hot showers they’re brisk and warm her up just the same.

She will read alchemy books before moving to rest for the night and sometimes she’ll fall asleep with them in her lap.

Scribbling down notes along the way, she often wakes up in the morning with books and paper scattered throughout her bed.

Mona

She is a night owl, very rarely will someone see her during the day unless she’s shopping for something to eat at Sara’s.

But even then she’ll go out and do that at night if it’s not too late.

She scrys, usually somewhere out in about in one of the forests of Monstadt.

Honestly it’s hard to fall asleep on an empty stomach so she reads the stars like a book until she’s too tired to do so anymore. In hopes of possibly making a breakthrough of some sort.

Astrology being the only thing that can put her to sleep when she’s feeling restless.

She will indulge herself in a few experiments as well, getting “important work” done so that she can further her magical prowess.

Mona can’t discern the origins of a few things in Monstadt — that often keeps her up as night.

She will read star maps while she’s soaking in a warm bath at night before bed.

They float above the water and she turns the wheel in the air with as she proceeds with divination.

Being surrounded by water in a warm bath and their reflective surfaces always helps her see clearly.

Venti

He does not sleep at a set time.

Be it night or day...

It is always random with him.

Not to say he does not get tired but..

Venti does things on his own time.

He stays up drinking through all hours of the night.

He will sit atop his statue within the heart of Monstadt.

Always with an expression on his face that reads that of melancholy and longing.

It is there he falls asleep and it’s not for very long.

He doesn’t do anything to prepare for sleep it simply has to catch him in the wind.

Venti will sing, of tales new and old.

He may even go to the cathedral to see Barbara — he has watched her preform at Angels Share.

He often tries to bum a drink off Diona but never gets very far.

If he’s not in the city he’s out by the large tree you can always find him under.

Writing poetry, songs and playing the lyre.

He will fall asleep doing these things.

It’s there he will sleep the longest and where the sunrise wakes him for the new day.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact venti #genshin impact jean #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact lisa #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact klee #genshin impact razor #genshin impact bennett #genshin impact mona #genshin impact sucrose #genshin impact fischl #genshin impact noelle #genshin impact amber #genshin impact barbara #genshin impact diona

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clocks-are-round · 3 years ago

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Tucker for the ask meme?

Finally got around to finishing this!

Why I like them: I like that he’s complex. uh *checks notes* that’s it, i think. He had some funny lines in BGC. Nothing else specific is really coming to mind. Alright it’s the next day I’m back— with nothing more to add. I love all these canyon dumbasses I’m just bad at verbalizing those feelings

Why I don’t: I HATED Tucker in the early seasons. Hated him. So much. I don’t feel as strongly about him in season 16 as I know a lot of people do (I’m more frustrated by some writing choices regarding tonal whiplash), but they could’ve done better. Season 18 though… Tucker did not exist in season 18. In fact, there is no season 18. Full stop.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): The one where he was aware of Wyoming’s time looping was pretty cool.

Favorite season/movie: I think he had some good stuff going on in the chorus trilogy. It’s been a bit though. Specifics are fuzzy. I need to rewatch.

Favorite line: “For the record, I want you to know: rocks aren’t people.”

Favorite outfit: Maybe Halo 2? Looks nice. For out of armor clothes in fanart, I think sweatpants really suit him.

OTP: I don’t really have a Tucker otp but Tuckington is pretty cute. I’m a hardcore grimmons fan but Tucker & Simmons is one I think I’d be interested in seeing. Like, just to see how someone would write that. My only noTP is sucker. Pre-season 16 is fine, but otherwise it feels like “no doesn’t actually mean no it just means she’s playing hard to get” which is uncomfy vibes.

Brotp: Tucker and Kai’s dynamic is so fun. Gotta love your friend who you go back and forth giving each other shit but when it comes down to it you care about each other and you both know it. That’s the vibes. Also Kai as Tucker’s wingman > Kai dating Tucker imo. I’d love to see more of Tucker interacting with the reds, because his dynamics with Church, Caboose, and Wash are beautiful but while those are can’t-go-wrong classics, variety is the spice of life.

Head Canon: Personally I write Tucker as straight. I’m not opposed to other headcanons, but for a few reasons I decided to make him the token straight guy. I HC that they were exaggerating the number of Tucker’s Chorus kids but it’s still A LOT.

Unpopular opinion: I can see where people are coming from about season 16 Tucker, but… Also I’m okay with it. Yeah, he learned to be a leader on Chorus, but season 16 wasn’t about lack of knowing how to be a leader. It was about tackling those negative things baked into his brain and not just setting them aside temporarily but staring them down and acknowledging it was a big-ass problem. It’s HARD to change coping mechanisms and habits of any kind. I’ve toned down my self-deprecating humor in the past couple years, but it was a thing I did for most of my life. Change is hard. And you often don’t realize there’s an issue until it’s pointed out. I’m not excusing his past behavior like “oh yeah, totally okay to be misogynistic and objectify women!” no. Absolutely not. But people are allowed to change and grow. But again, let’s have him be past that now. Or at least catching himself and apologizing if he slips up.

A wish: season 18 never happened because it doesn’t exist and Tucker still has his sword. I don’t want him to become some mentor or whatever the fuck i jusT wanT hiM tO havE hiS GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SWORD. He knows how to handle his own sword best after all. bow chicka wow wow.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Thankfully this didn’t happen because NOTHING EXISTS AFTER SEASON 17, but no more character regression. You acknowledged the misogyny so stoppit. You’re done with that now. Also, never stop portraying him as a caring dad. You KNOW even if he felt intimidated at first he’d come around and at least visit his Chorus kids fairly regularly.

5 words to best describe them: Insecure, caring, overwhelmed, playful, peacocking

My nickname for them: My current tag for him is //dr fuck but that will change at some point ‘cause I’m not a huge fan of it

#and this is the last one!#feel free to ask more #i wish i could be gushy and overly analytical but like #i haven’t actually watched any of the series in months #lol that tag was written before i started rambling in the second half #rvb #//dr fuck

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akdroptaxi · 3 years ago

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Tourist Places to visit in Chennai

1. Guindy National Park

Guindy National Park is the only national park in the center of the city, it has a new variant of a variety of species. Guindy is home to a wide range of birds, mammals, and reptiles. Visitors can view blackbucks, spotted deer, jackals, tortoises, and other animals.

While the Guindy National Park is home to endangered wildlife, the Snake Park and Children's Park are two of the park's most popular attractions. Guindy National Park is right near Snake Park. The Children's Park, which is stretched across 22 acres and adds to the northeast part of the Guindy National Park.

Timing: 9 am to 5:30 pm

Address: Rangeguindy, Opp IIT Madras, Guindy National Park, Guindy, Chennai, Tamil Nadu, 600025

Nearby Attractions: Birla Planetarium, Edward Elliot’s Beach, Santhome Church

2. Government Museum

The gateway to the government museum will take you to India's cultural richness. An excellent collection of ancient and modern South Indian bronzes and antiques can be seen here. The major attractions of this museum are the Amaravati marble houses and the marble sculptures associated with Gautama Buddha's life, making it a worthy choice among the top sites to visit in Chennai.

For art lovers, infants and older people, the museum provides something to excite their mind. If you're viewing Ravi Verma's paintings in the arts section, the current generations of your family can visit the children's museum, which features bright visual exhibits on Nature, Indian history, technical innovation, and more.

Timing: 9:30 am to 5:30 pm (closed on Fridays and national holidays)

Address: Pantheon Road, Egmore, Chennai

Nearby Attractions: National Art Gallery, Connemara Public Library, Express Avenue Mall

3. Connemara Library

Connemara Library is differentiated from others by its unique style of book placement and flanking large arches. Connemara Library, built in the late 1800s, is a wonderful collection of centuries-old publications. It is one of Asia's largest libraries, with a variety of over 600,000 books. Whether enthusiastic readers or researchers involved in research, anyone can quickly become lost in the fascinating world of books while engaged in their favourite activity.

Timing: 9:00 am to 7:30 pm (Monday-Saturday); 9:30 am to 6:00 pm (Sundays)

Address: Pantheon Road, Egmore, Chennai

Nearby Attractions: Guindy National Park, National Art Gallery, Government Museum

4. San Thome Church

The Santhome Church was built in memory of Saint Thomas, an Evangelist of Jesus Christ. It is the most visible symbol of multi-culture and religious harmony, since people of all faiths come to this church to seek relief and eternal peace. This church was originally created as a mausoleum, but due to its rise in popularity and importance, it has been transformed into a shrine.

This church also includes a museum that displays Saint Thomas souvenirs and provides tourists with an insight into the church's wonderful existence during historical periods.

Timing: 6:00 am to 9:00 pm

Address: 38, Santhome High Rd, Dooming Kuppam, Mylapore

Nearby Attractions: Arulmigu Kapaleeswarar Temple, Sri Ramakrishna Math, Shirdi Saibaba Temple

5. Prakasam Salai

Popham's Broadway was known simply as Prakasam Salai. Popham's Broadway, as the name suggests, was built in 1795. It is located directly across from Parry Corner and stands as an architectural landmark due to its vintage appearance in red bricks in the Indo-Saracenic style. The Chennai Railway Station is around 1.5 kilometres away. Because of its design, it may be easily identified from afar. Kandaswamy temple, Tucker's Church, a Wesleyan Chapel, and Anderson's Church are among the shrines in the building. A must-see landmark in Chennai! and there are a lot of other tourist attractions.

Timing: 24 hrs

Address: 88, Prakasam Road, Mahfushkhan Garden, Manadi Police Colony, George Town

Nearby Attractions: Fort st.George, Valluvar Kottam Monument, Anna Memorial

6. Velankanni Church

Velankanni Church is just a short trip from Elliot's beach. Would you like to know what makes this church so special? It is a well-balanced combination of Gothic, Portuguese, and Christian pilgrimage influences. The beautiful Bay of Bengal is nicely complemented by these white constructions with tall towers. This church, also known as the Annai Vailankanni Shrine, totally changes the environment and fills it with peace.

Timing: 5.30 AM to 8.00 PM

Address: 4, Annai Velankanni Road, Odaimanagar, Besant Nagar, Chennai, Tamil Nadu 600090

Nearby Attractions: Velankanni Beach, Velankanni Church Museum, Nagapattinam

7. Arignar Anna Zoo Park

Arignar is a small town located just outside of the city. More than 500 species of wild animals live in the zoological park, including several that are endangered.

The most popular portions of the zoo are the aviary, lion safari, deer safari, and elephant safari. In addition, there is a section dedicated to nocturnal animals. The surroundings include an aquarium, butterfly house, reptile house, amphibian house, and crocodile enclosure, making it one of Chennai's top places to visit.

Timing: 9:00 am to 5:00 pm (Tuesday closed)

Address: Grand Southern Trunk Rd, Vandalur

Nearby Attractions: Kapaleeswarar Temple, Shirdi Saibaba Temple, Guindy Snake Park

8. VGP Universal Kingdom

One of Chennai's finest entertainment and theme parks, it has won multiple awards. This vast 45-acre park with a private beach is considered India's largest amusement park by certain. This park is one of the most interesting sites to visit in Chennai, loved by both children and adults.

At the Petting Zoo, get right up close with goats, horses, and sheep. Interact with the Statue Man, who is clothed in Chola Empire attire. Tornado, Viking, and Wave Swinger are just a few of the thrilling rides provided here.

Timing: Every 11:00 am- 7:30 pm.

Address: East Coast Road, Chennai.

Nearby Attractions: VGP Golden Beach, Marundeeswarar Temple, Light House

#touristplacesinchennai famousplacesinchennai touristplaces

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texas-hates-taxes-too · 4 years ago

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A Very Red Christmas in Blood Gulch

I have this scene stuck in my head, sorry if its not super great, its been a long time since I wrote anything decent

Hope you enjoy!

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"Merry Christmas, Sarge!" Donut saluted quickly (and improperly) before shoving a gift bag towards Sarge.

"Appreciated, now where's everyone else?"

"Just coming, sir", simmons wandered into the room with Grif in tow. Simmons was in his undersuit but Grif was still in pyjamas, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed, which he probably had. Lopez came in last.

"Good. Now men, today is the greatest, and reddest, holiday of them all. Christmas! And so we will be celebrating appropriately. Here's your cards."

Sarge quickly handed each of them a card.

"Uhh, where we supposed to be getting gifts? Because I didnt so that", Grif yawned while opening his card.

"Grif, I would expect nothing more than for you to be a disappointment even on the reddest holiday of the year, which is why I entrusted Simmons with buying a gift for me in your name"

Simmons was currently staring at the front of his card with watery eyes. The card said 'Merry Christmas to my Son'.

"....dude, are you crying?" Grif hadnt been moved at all by his own card, which also said son on the front but had a torrent of insults written inside it.

"What, no! Of course not." Simmons quickly dried his eyes and then handed over two gifts to sarge, "Merry Christmas, sir. Thank you for the card."

"Kissas"

"Shut up"

Donut looked over to where lopez was staring at his card, he couldn't really tell how lopez felt about it, because lopez didn't have a face, but luckily Donut was pretty good-ish at reading body language.

"Don't like your card, Lopez? Whats wrong, do you not like Christmas?... ohh, are you Jewish? We shouldn't have assumed"

".......No. No soy judío. Soy un robot."

Donut turned to Lopez, "robots can still celebrate holidays! I heard that Sheila is celebrating," he said teasingly, "I also heard caboose got her a really nice present, you'll have to get her something really good if you're gonna win her heart!"

Lopez didn't say anything but he walked away after few moments.

"Ah young robot love." donut sighed.

"Time to go deliver cards to the blues, men" sarge picked up his gun and another 6 cards before heading out.

"Fine, but I'm not putting clothes on." Grif grumbled before leaving, still in his pyjamas.

Donut grabbed more gift bags and skipped out after them.

Simmons was last to leave, he had taken his card back to his bunk and was just sitting looking at it. It was stupid, he thought, to get so emotional about something as small as a card. But he just couldn't help it, the card and the words on it were the best gift he'd gotten in years. He gave it one last look and smiled before running out to join the others.

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Lopez had joined them on the walk over.

"Did you find a gift for Sheila, Lopez?" Donut asked as they walked.

"Si." Lopez held up a spanner that he'd stuck a red bow on.

"Aww, I bet she'll love it!"

Grif leaned into Simmons. "Whats a tank gonna do with a spanner?" He whispered.

"...why are you asking me?"

They arrived at blue base.

"Hellooo! We're here for Christmas!" Donut yelled.

Church stumbled out of blue base still in his pyjamas.

"Hey, shut the fuck up reds, people are trying to sleep!"

"At 12pm? You're worse than Grif." Simmons responded.

"Not true, I'd get up at 3pm if you'd let me."

Sarge put his gun away and pulled out some cards.

"Alright blue, get the rest of your filthy buddies out here, we've got cards for ya"

"And presents!" Donut added.

"Presents?!" Caboose poked his head out of blue base's entry way, he was already fully dressed in armor.

"Here's yours, caboose!" Donut held out a dark blue gift bag for Caboose who quickly ran over like an excited puppy.

"Oh I love gifts! I got gifts for all of you too! Just wait here and I'll go get them."

"Now wait a minute there blue, I gotta give you your card", sarge handed caboose a card and then tossed another at church.

"I don't celebrate Christmas" church said flatly, bot bothering to open the card.

"Of course you don't, you're a blue and this is a red holiday! Consider this an act of war!" Sarge yelled back.

"Thats not— y'know what, nevermind"

Church wandered back into blue base.

"Tell the rest of your buddies to get out here!" Sarge shouted after him.

Caboose had torn open the his card and was slowly reading through it. His card said 'to my son' like the reds' cards but had 'blue' written in pen above the word son, inside it had a message about how caboose was pretty great for a blue and would always be welcome on red team (if he was willing to give up his blue ways).

"Aww, thank you seargent!" Caboose picked up sarge to big him a big hug, "I like being on blue team, but the card is very very nice."

Sarge tried to look unbothered by the bone crushing hug.

"Dont mention it blue." He crossed his arms, "seriously, never, ever mention it."

Eventually Tex and Tucker stumbled out the base, looking similarly dressed to church.

"Why did Church wake me up just to talk to you guys?" Tucker groaned.

"We brought gifts! For Christmas." Donut held up the gift bags to show them.

"Oh so this Christmas thing is actually a celebration and not just an excuse to get drunk?" Tex joked.

"Seriously, Tex, what planet were you born on that you haven't heard of Christmas before?"

"Earth"

"I dont buy it"

"Ahem!" Sarge interrupted their conversation. "Here."

The two took their cards as well as their gifts from Donut.

"How did you actually get cards that say 'to my enemy' on them?" Tex asked.

"To Minor Junior Private Tucker negative third class— thats not a real rank— have a terrible Christmas, lots of hate, from red seargent of the red army, the greatest army in all of blood gulch." Tucker read his card out. "Gee thanks."

"Your welcome."

"Thanks for the invitation to join red team Sarge but unless your gonna pay me I have to decline." Tex's card had included a very inspiring message about how great things would be if she joined the red team.

"Hey sarge, you want me to pay Tex 300 bucks to join red team?" Simmons asked.

"You clearly don't know my prices."

Caboose came back out the base carrying a pile of haphazardly wrapped gifts.

"I brought my gifts presents, here you go!" Caboose's tossed a gift at each of the reds. Each one was clearly some sort of gift wrapped weapon.

"Thanks.... caboose..." Grif said, looking at what was definitely a hand pistol.

"Oh I love grenades!" Donut said, "thank you caboose, these are perfect."

Caboose grinned.

"Your welcome!"

"Oh! You know what, I've actually been wanting to get a knife for ages," Simmons said, "thanks Caboose."

"Mm. No blue shotgun will ever replace my superior red shotgun, but I... appreciate it," Sarge said reluctantly.

"What did you get, Lopez?" Donut asked.

"Un rifle roto. voy a encontrar a Sheila."

"Huh, hey Caboose did you know that the gun you gave Lopez is broken?"

"Yes."

Tucker looked between caboose and lopez.

"This is getting weird again, I'm going back in."

Tex turned to the reds.

"Well thanks for coming by but we've got our own Christmas stuff to do I assume, see ya"

"Ah yes. I better go too, bye guys! Thanks for the presents, Merry Christmas!" Caboose yelled before running back inside.

"Well that was nice, should we go back?" Donut asked, " I made Christmas snacks and they're ready to eat!"

Why didn't you say so, let's go" Grif turned away and started heading back to red base, going faster than he had on the way there.

They all started heading after him, ready for a day of very-red Christmas celebrations.

Sarge watched his team with a strange warm feeling in his chest.

"Merry Christmas, boys."

#this is not proof read at all enjoy #rvb #red vs blue #Christmas #fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #oneshot #red team #blood gulch chronicles

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batdestroyer007 · 4 years ago

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"Old Times Part 1"

Since RvB Zero is close, I decided to write a little sketch for old times sake ...

In Blood Gulch:

Sarge: Attention Blue Team, today will be day where we will *Loads Shotgun* paint you red.

Simmons: Nice one liner, Sir!

Sarge: Thank you, Simmons!

Griff: Kiss ass.

Simmons: Shut up, fatty!

Donut: Hey guys, has anyone see my red tank top? It is really tight, and fits well around your-

Griff: For the love of god Donut, put some clothes on!

Sarge: Shut up you numbnuts, you are ruining my moment!

Griff: I thought your moment was to lead us to victory?

Sarge: And I feel like the best way to do that, is to sacrifice you, Griff. Now get here!

Griff: As a personal slacker, I would rather prefer to use as little movement as possible, thank you very much.

Donut: Oh, and has anyone seen my yellow shorts? I call them center-lover, because of how tight they feel around my ...

Simmons: Donut, shut up and get the fuck out of here!

Donut: Rude! By then.

Sarge: Simmons, get the warhog and make sure to attach Griff's ass on it.

Lopez: Querido dios, solo mátayme ya!

Church: Oh great, the idiots still have a conversation.

Tucker: So, what are they talking about?

Church: ... Are you fucking serious, right now?

Caboose: Are they talking about conversations?

Church: What?

Caboose: Because that's what we are doing richt now ... Hi Church!

Tucker: Are they talking about chicks? Because I could use a new refill if you know what I mean. Bow chicka wow wow!

Church: No they are not talking about fucking chicks!

Caboose: I heard they can lay eggs.

Church: Shut up, Caboose!

Tucker: Then why don't you just give me the fucking sniper rifle?

Church: Because I know exactly you will fuck it up.

Caboose: Yeah, I think he is right.

Tucker: Shut up, Caboose!

Church: See even he agress.

Tucker: So what are they talking about then?

Church: Are you fucking for real right now?!

Sis: Hey guys! Can you shut the fuck up, I need to do some serious lady stuff down here!

Tucker: He, not when I'm down there. Bow chicka Wow Wow.

Caboose: That's what he said.

Church: You know what guys, I'm glad that I fucking hate all of you.

#red vs blue #blood Gulch #team red #team blue #for old times sake

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blackkudos · 5 years ago

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Ella Fitzgerald

Ella Jane Fitzgerald (April 25, 1917 – June 15, 1996) was an American jazz singer, sometimes referred to as the First Lady of Song, Queen of Jazz, and Lady Ella. She was noted for her purity of tone, impeccable diction, phrasing, timing, intonation, and a "horn-like" improvisational ability, particularly in her scat singing.

After a tumultuous adolescence, Fitzgerald found stability in musical success with the Chick Webb Orchestra, performing across the country but most often associated with the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem. Her rendition of the nursery rhyme "A-Tisket, A-Tasket" helped boost both her and Webb to national fame. After taking over the band when Webb died, Fitzgerald left it behind in 1942 to start her solo career.

Her manager was Moe Gale, co-founder of the Savoy, until she turned the rest of her career over to Norman Granz, who founded Verve Records to produce new records by Fitzgerald. With Verve she recorded some of her more widely noted works, particularly her interpretations of the Great American Songbook.

While Fitzgerald appeared in movies and as a guest on popular television shows in the second half of the twentieth century, her musical collaborations with Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, and The Ink Spots were some of her most notable acts outside of her solo career. These partnerships produced some of her best-known songs such as "Dream a Little Dream of Me", "Cheek to Cheek", "Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall", and "It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing)".

In 1993, after a career of nearly 60 years, she gave her last public performance. Three years later, she died at the age of 79 after years of declining health. Her accolades included fourteen Grammy Awards, the National Medal of Arts, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

Early life

Fitzgerald was born on April 25, 1917, in Newport News, Virginia. She was the daughter of William Fitzgerald and Temperance "Tempie" Henry. Her parents were unmarried but lived together for at least two and a half years after she was born. In the early 1920s, Fitzgerald's mother and her new partner, a Portuguese immigrant named Joseph Da Silva, moved to Yonkers, in Westchester County, New York. Her half-sister, Frances Da Silva, was born in 1923. By 1925, Fitzgerald and her family had moved to nearby School Street, a poor Italian area. She began her formal education at the age of six and was an outstanding student, moving through a variety of schools before attending Benjamin Franklin Junior High School in 1929.

Starting in third grade, Fitzgerald loved dancing and admired Earl Snakehips Tucker. She performed for her peers on the way to school and at lunchtime. She and her family were Methodists and were active in the Bethany African Methodist Episcopal Church, where she attended worship services, Bible study, and Sunday school. The church provided Fitzgerald with her earliest experiences in music.

Fitzgerald listened to jazz recordings by Louis Armstrong, Bing Crosby, and The Boswell Sisters. She loved the Boswell Sisters' lead singer Connee Boswell, later saying, "My mother brought home one of her records, and I fell in love with it...I tried so hard to sound just like her."

In 1932, when Fitzgerald was fifteen, her mother died from injuries sustained in a car accident. Her stepfather took care of her until April 1933 when she moved to Harlem to live with her aunt. This seemingly swift change in her circumstances, reinforced by what Fitzgerald biographer Stuart Nicholson describes as rumors of "ill treatment" by her stepfather, leaves him to speculate that Da Silva might have abused her.

Fitzgerald began skipping school, and her grades suffered. She worked as a lookout at a bordello and with a Mafia-affiliated numbers runner. She never talked publicly about this time in her life. When the authorities caught up with her, she was placed in the Colored Orphan Asylum in Riverdale in the Bronx. When the orphanage proved too crowded, she was moved to the New York Training School for Girls, a state reformatory school in Hudson, New York.

Early career

While she seems to have survived during 1933 and 1934 in part from singing on the streets of Harlem, Fitzgerald made her most important debut at age 17 on November 21, 1934, in one of the earliest Amateur Nights at the Apollo Theater. She had intended to go on stage and dance, but she was intimidated by a local dance duo called the Edwards Sisters and opted to sing instead. Performing in the style of Connee Boswell, she sang "Judy" and "The Object of My Affection" and won first prize. She won the chance to perform at the Apollo for a week but, seemingly because of her disheveled appearance, the theater never gave her that part of her prize.

In January 1935, Fitzgerald won the chance to perform for a week with the Tiny Bradshaw band at the Harlem Opera House. She was introduced to drummer and bandleader Chick Webb, who had asked his recently signed singer Charlie Linton to help find him a female singer. Although Webb was "reluctant to sign her...because she was gawky and unkempt, a 'diamond in the rough,'" he offered her the opportunity to test with his band when they played a dance at Yale University.

Met with approval by both audiences and her fellow musicians, Fitzgerald was asked to join Webb's orchestra and gained acclaim as part of the group's performances at Harlem's Savoy Ballroom. Fitzgerald recorded several hit songs, including "Love and Kisses" and "(If You Can't Sing It) You'll Have to Swing It (Mr. Paganini)". But it was her 1938 version of the nursery rhyme, "A-Tisket, A-Tasket", a song she co-wrote, that brought her public acclaim. "A-Tisket, A-Tasket" became a major hit on the radio and was also one of the biggest-selling records of the decade.

Webb died of spinal tuberculosis on June 16, 1939, and his band was renamed Ella and Her Famous Orchestra with Fitzgerald taking on the role of bandleader. She recorded nearly 150 songs with Webb's orchestra between 1935 and 1942. In addition to her work with Webb, Fitzgerald performed and recorded with the Benny Goodman Orchestra. She had her own side project, too, known as Ella Fitzgerald and Her Savoy Eight.

Decca years

In 1942, with increasing dissent and money concerns in Fitzgerald's band, Ella and Her Famous Orchestra, she started to work as lead singer with The Three Keys, and in July her band played their last concert at Earl Theatre in Philadelphia. While working for Decca Records, she had hits with Bill Kenny & the Ink Spots, Louis Jordan, and the Delta Rhythm Boys. Producer Norman Granz became her manager in the mid-1940s after she began singing for Jazz at the Philharmonic, a concert series begun by Granz.

With the demise of the swing era and the decline of the great touring big bands, a major change in jazz music occurred. The advent of bebop led to new developments in Fitzgerald's vocal style, influenced by her work with Dizzy Gillespie's big band. It was in this period that Fitzgerald started including scat singing as a major part of her performance repertoire. While singing with Gillespie, Fitzgerald recalled, "I just tried to do [with my voice] what I heard the horns in the band doing."

Her 1945 scat recording of "Flying Home" arranged by Vic Schoen would later be described by The New York Times as "one of the most influential vocal jazz records of the decade....Where other singers, most notably Louis Armstrong, had tried similar improvisation, no one before Miss Fitzgerald employed the technique with such dazzling inventiveness." Her bebop recording of "Oh, Lady Be Good!" (1947) was similarly popular and increased her reputation as one of the leading jazz vocalists.

Verve years

Fitzgerald made her first tour of Australia in July 1954 for the Australian-based American promoter Lee Gordon. This was the first of Gordon's famous "Big Show" promotions and the 'package' tour also included Buddy Rich, Artie Shaw and comedian Jerry Colonna.

Although the tour was a big hit with audiences and set a new box office record for Australia, it was marred by an incident of racial discrimination that caused Fitzgerald to miss the first two concerts in Sydney, and Gordon had to arrange two later free concerts to compensate ticket holders. Although the four members of Fitzgerald's entourage – Fitzgerald, her pianist John Lewis, her assistant (and cousin) Georgiana Henry, and manager Norman Granz – all had first-class tickets on their scheduled Pan-American Airlines flight from Honolulu to Australia, they were ordered to leave the aircraft after they had already boarded and were refused permission to re-board the aircraft to retrieve their luggage and clothing. As a result, they were stranded in Honolulu for three days before they could get another flight to Sydney. Although a contemporary Australian press report quoted an Australian Pan-Am spokesperson who denied that the incident was racially based, Fitzgerald, Henry, Lewis and Granz filed a civil suit for racial discrimination against Pan-Am in December 1954 and in a 1970 television interview Fitzgerald confirmed that they had won the suit and received what she described as a "nice settlement".

Fitzgerald was still performing at Granz's Jazz at the Philharmonic (JATP) concerts by 1955. She left Decca, and Granz, now her manager, created Verve Records around her. She later described the period as strategically crucial, saying, "I had gotten to the point where I was only singing be-bop. I thought be-bop was 'it', and that all I had to do was go some place and sing bop. But it finally got to the point where I had no place to sing. I realized then that there was more to music than bop. Norman ... felt that I should do other things, so he produced Ella Fitzgerald Sings the Cole Porter Song Book with me. It was a turning point in my life."

On March 15, 1955, Ella Fitzgerald opened her initial engagement at the Mocambo nightclub in Hollywood, after Marilyn Monroe lobbied the owner for the booking. The booking was instrumental in Fitzgerald's career. Bonnie Greer dramatized the incident as the musical drama, Marilyn and Ella, in 2008. It had previously been widely reported that Fitzgerald was the first black performer to play the Mocambo, following Monroe's intervention, but this is not true. African-American singers Herb Jeffries, Eartha Kitt, and Joyce Bryant all played the Mocambo in 1952 and 1953, according to stories published at the time in Jet magazine and Billboard.

Ella Fitzgerald Sings the Cole Porter Song Book, released in 1956, was the first of eight Song Book sets Fitzgerald would record for Verve at irregular intervals from 1956 to 1964. The composers and lyricists spotlighted on each set, taken together, represent the greatest part of the cultural canon known as the Great American Songbook. Her song selections ranged from standards to rarities and represented an attempt by Fitzgerald to cross over into a non-jazz audience. The sets are the most well-known items in her discography.

Ella Fitzgerald Sings the Duke Ellington Song Book was the only Song Book on which the composer she interpreted played with her. Duke Ellington and his longtime collaborator Billy Strayhorn both appeared on exactly half the set's 38 tracks and wrote two new pieces of music for the album: "The E and D Blues" and a four-movement musical portrait of Fitzgerald. The Song Book series ended up becoming the singer's most critically acclaimed and commercially successful work, and probably her most significant offering to American culture. The New York Times wrote in 1996, "These albums were among the first pop records to devote such serious attention to individual songwriters, and they were instrumental in establishing the pop album as a vehicle for serious musical exploration."

Days after Fitzgerald's death, The New York Times columnist Frank Rich wrote that in the Song Book series Fitzgerald "performed a cultural transaction as extraordinary as Elvis' contemporaneous integration of white and African American soul. Here was a black woman popularizing urban songs often written by immigrant Jews to a national audience of predominantly white Christians." Frank Sinatra, out of respect for Fitzgerald, prohibited Capitol Records from re-releasing his own recordings in separate albums for individual composers in the same way.

Fitzgerald also recorded albums exclusively devoted to the songs of Porter and Gershwin in 1972 and 1983; the albums being, respectively, Ella Loves Cole and Nice Work If You Can Get It. A later collection devoted to a single composer was released during her time with Pablo Records, Ella Abraça Jobim, featuring the songs of Antônio Carlos Jobim.

While recording the Song Books and the occasional studio album, Fitzgerald toured 40 to 45 weeks per year in the United States and internationally, under the tutelage of Norman Granz. Granz helped solidify her position as one of the leading live jazz performers. In 1961 Fitzgerald bought a house in the Klampenborg district of Copenhagen, Denmark, after she began a relationship with a Danish man. Though the relationship ended after a year, Fitzgerald regularly returned to Denmark over the next three years and even considered buying a jazz club there. The house was sold in 1963, and Fitzgerald permanently returned to the United States.

There are several live albums on Verve that are highly regarded by critics. At the Opera House shows a typical Jazz at the Philharmonic set from Fitzgerald. Ella in Rome and Twelve Nights in Hollywood display her vocal jazz canon. Ella in Berlinis still one of her best-selling albums; it includes a Grammy-winning performance of "Mack the Knife" in which she forgets the lyrics but improvises magnificently to compensate.

Verve Records was sold to MGM in 1963 for $3 million and in 1967 MGM failed to renew Fitzgerald's contract. Over the next five years she flitted between Atlantic, Capitol and Reprise. Her material at this time represented a departure from her typical jazz repertoire. For Capitol she recorded Brighten the Corner, an album of hymns, Ella Fitzgerald's Christmas, an album of traditional Christmas carols, Misty Blue, a country and western-influenced album, and 30 by Ella, a series of six medleys that fulfilled her obligations for the label. During this period, she had her last US chart single with a cover of Smokey Robinson's "Get Ready", previously a hit for the Temptations, and some months later a top-five hit for Rare Earth.

The surprise success of the 1972 album Jazz at Santa Monica Civic '72 led Granz to found Pablo Records, his first record label since the sale of Verve. Fitzgerald recorded some 20 albums for the label. Ella in London recorded live in 1974 with pianist Tommy Flanagan, guitarist Joe Pass, bassist Keter Betts and drummer Bobby Durham, was considered by many to be some of her best work. The following year she again performed with Joe Pass on German television station NDR in Hamburg. Her years with Pablo Records also documented the decline in her voice. "She frequently used shorter, stabbing phrases, and her voice was harder, with a wider vibrato", one biographer wrote. Plagued by health problems, Fitzgerald made her last recording in 1991 and her last public performances in 1993.

Film and television

In her most notable screen role, Fitzgerald played the part of singer Maggie Jackson in Jack Webb's 1955 jazz film Pete Kelly's Blues. The film costarred Janet Leigh and singer Peggy Lee. Even though she had already worked in the movies (she had sung briefly in the 1942 Abbott and Costello film Ride 'Em Cowboy), she was "delighted" when Norman Granz negotiated the role for her, and, "at the time ... considered her role in the Warner Brothers movie the biggest thing ever to have happened to her." Amid The New York Times pan of the film when it opened in August 1955, the reviewer wrote, "About five minutes (out of ninety-five) suggest the picture this might have been. Take the ingenious prologue ... [or] take the fleeting scenes when the wonderful Ella Fitzgerald, allotted a few spoken lines, fills the screen and sound track with her strong mobile features and voice."

After Pete Kelly's Blues, she appeared in sporadic movie cameos, in St. Louis Blues (1958) and Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960).

She made numerous guest appearances on television shows, singing on The Frank Sinatra Show, The Andy Williams Show, The Pat Boone Chevy Showroom, and alongside other greats Nat King Cole, Dean Martin, Mel Tormé, and many others. She was also frequently featured on The Ed Sullivan Show. Perhaps her most unusual and intriguing performance was of the "Three Little Maids" song from Gilbert and Sullivan's comic operetta The Mikado alongside Joan Sutherland and Dinah Shore on Shore's weekly variety series in 1963. A performance at Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club in London was filmed and shown on the BBC. Fitzgerald also made a one-off appearance alongside Sarah Vaughan and Pearl Bailey on a 1979 television special honoring Bailey. In 1980, she performed a medley of standards in a duet with Karen Carpenter on the Carpenters' television program Music, Music, Music.

Fitzgerald also appeared in TV commercials, her most memorable being an ad for Memorex. In the commercials, she sang a note that shattered a glass while being recorded on a Memorex cassette tape. The tape was played back and the recording also broke another glass, asking: "Is it live, or is it Memorex?" She also appeared in a number of commercials for Kentucky Fried Chicken, singing and scatting to the fast-food chain's longtime slogan, "We do chicken right!" Her last commercial campaign was for American Express, in which she was photographed by Annie Leibovitz.

Ella Fitzgerald Just One of Those Things is a film about her life including interviews with many famous singers and musicians who worked with her and her son. It was directed by Leslie Woodhead and produced by Reggie Nadelson. It was released in the UK in 2019.

Collaborations

Fitzgerald's most famous collaborations were with the vocal quartet Bill Kenny & the Ink Spots, trumpeter Louis Armstrong, the guitarist Joe Pass, and the bandleaders Count Basie and Duke Ellington.

From 1943 to 1950, Fitzgerald recorded seven songs with the Ink Spots featuring Bill Kenny. Of the seven, four reached the top of the pop charts, including "I'm Making Believe" and "Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall," which both reached #1.

Fitzgerald recorded three Verve studio albums with Louis Armstrong, two albums of standards (1956's Ella and Louis and 1957's Ella and Louis Again), and a third album featured music from the Gershwin opera Porgy and Bess. Fitzgerald also recorded a number of sides with Armstrong for Decca in the early 1950s.

Fitzgerald is sometimes referred to as the quintessential swing singer, and her meetings with Count Basie are highly regarded by critics. Fitzgerald features on one track on Basie's 1957 album One O'Clock Jump, while her 1963 album Ella and Basie! is remembered as one of her greatest recordings. With the 'New Testament' Basie band in full swing, and arrangements written by a young Quincy Jones, this album proved a respite from the 'Song Book' recordings and constant touring that Fitzgerald was engaged in during this period. Fitzgerald and Basie also collaborated on the 1972 album Jazz at Santa Monica Civic '72, and on the 1979 albums Digital III at Montreux, A Classy Pair and A Perfect Match.

Fitzgerald and Joe Pass recorded four albums together toward the end of Fitzgerald's career. She recorded several albums with piano accompaniment, but a guitar proved the perfect melodic foil for her. Fitzgerald and Pass appeared together on the albums Take Love Easy (1973), Easy Living (1986), Speak Love (1983) and Fitzgerald and Pass... Again (1976).

Fitzgerald and Duke Ellington recorded two live albums and two studio albums. Her Duke Ellington Song Bookplaced Ellington firmly in the canon known as the Great American Songbook, and the 1960s saw Fitzgerald and the 'Duke' meet on the Côte d'Azur for the 1966 album Ella and Duke at the Cote D'Azur, and in Sweden for The Stockholm Concert, 1966. Their 1965 album Ella at Duke's Place is also extremely well received.

Fitzgerald had a number of famous jazz musicians and soloists as sidemen over her long career. The trumpeters Roy Eldridge and Dizzy Gillespie, the guitarist Herb Ellis, and the pianists Tommy Flanagan, Oscar Peterson, Lou Levy, Paul Smith, Jimmy Rowles, and Ellis Larkins all worked with Fitzgerald mostly in live, small group settings.

Possibly Fitzgerald's greatest unrealized collaboration (in terms of popular music) was a studio or live album with Frank Sinatra. The two appeared on the same stage only periodically over the years, in television specials in 1958 and 1959, and again on 1967's A Man and His Music + Ella + Jobim, a show that also featured Antônio Carlos Jobim. Pianist Paul Smith has said, "Ella loved working with [Frank]. Sinatra gave her his dressing-room on A Man and His Music and couldn't do enough for her." When asked, Norman Granz would cite "complex contractual reasons" for the fact that the two artists never recorded together. Fitzgerald's appearance with Sinatra and Count Basie in June 1974 for a series of concerts at Caesars Palace, Las Vegas, was seen as an important incentive for Sinatra to return from his self-imposed retirement of the early 1970s. The shows were a great success, and September 1975 saw them gross $1,000,000 in two weeks on Broadway, in a triumvirate with the Count Basie Orchestra.

Illness and death

Fitzgerald had suffered from diabetes for several years of her later life, which had led to numerous complications. In 1985, Fitzgerald was hospitalized briefly for respiratory problems, in 1986 for congestive heart failure, and in 1990 for exhaustion. In March 1990 she appeared at the Royal Albert Hall in London, England with the Count Basie Orchestra for the launch of Jazz FM, plus a gala dinner at the Grosvenor House Hotel at which she performed. In 1993, she had to have both of her legs amputated below the knee due to the effects of diabetes. Her eyesight was affected as well.

She died in her home from a stroke on June 15, 1996, at the age of 79. A few hours after her death, the Playboy Jazz Festival was launched at the Hollywood Bowl. In tribute, the marquee read: "Ella We Will Miss You." Her funeral was private, and she was buried at Inglewood Park Cemetery in Los Angeles.

Personal life

Fitzgerald married at least twice, and there is evidence that suggests that she may have married a third time. Her first marriage was in 1941, to Benny Kornegay, a convicted drug dealer and local dockworker. The marriage was annulled in 1942. Her second marriage was in December 1947, to the famous bass player Ray Brown, whom she had met while on tour with Dizzy Gillespie's band a year earlier. Together they adopted a child born to Fitzgerald's half-sister, Frances, whom they christened Ray Brown Jr. With Fitzgerald and Brown often busy touring and recording, the child was largely raised by his mother's aunt, Virginia. Fitzgerald and Brown divorced in 1953, bowing to the various career pressures both were experiencing at the time, though they would continue to perform together.

In July 1957, Reuters reported that Fitzgerald had secretly married Thor Einar Larsen, a young Norwegian, in Oslo. She had even gone as far as furnishing an apartment in Oslo, but the affair was quickly forgotten when Larsen was sentenced to five months' hard labor in Sweden for stealing money from a young woman to whom he had previously been engaged.

Fitzgerald was notoriously shy. Trumpet player Mario Bauzá, who played behind Fitzgerald in her early years with Chick Webb, remembered that "she didn't hang out much. When she got into the band, she was dedicated to her music....She was a lonely girl around New York, just kept herself to herself, for the gig." When, later in her career, the Society of Singers named an award after her, Fitzgerald explained, "I don't want to say the wrong thing, which I always do but I think I do better when I sing."

From 1949 to 1956, Fitzgerald resided in St. Albans, New York, an enclave of prosperous African Americans where she counted among her neighbors, Illinois Jacquet, Count Basie, Lena Horne, and other jazz luminaries.

Fitzgerald was a civil rights activist; using her talent to break racial barriers across the nation. She was awarded the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People Equal Justice Award and the American Black Achievement Award. In 1949, Norman Granz recruited Fitzgerald for the Jazz at the Philharmonic tour. The Jazz at the Philharmonic tour would specifically target segregated venues. Granz required promoters to ensure that there was no "colored" or "white" seating. He ensured Fitzgerald was to receive equal pay and accommodations regardless of her sex and race. If the conditions were not met shows were cancelled.

Bill Reed, author of Hot from Harlem: Twelve African American Entertainers, referred to Fitzgerald as the "Civil Rights Crusader", facing discrimination throughout her career. In 1954 on her way to one of her concerts in Australia she was unable to board the Pan American flight due to racial discrimination. Although she faced several obstacles and racial barriers, she was recognized as a "cultural ambassador," receiving the National Medal of Arts in 1987 and America's highest non-military honor, the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

In 1993, Fitzgerald established the Ella Fitzgerald Charitable Foundation focusing on charitable grants for four major categories: academic opportunities for children, music education, basic care needs for the less fortunate, medical research revolving around diabetes, heart disease, and vision impairement. Her goals were to give back and provide opportunities for those "at risk" and less fortunate. In addition, she supported several nonprofit organizations like the American Heart Association, City of Hope, and the Retina Foundation.

Loss of material

On June 25, 2019, The New York Times Magazine listed Ella Fitzgerald among hundreds of artists whose material was reportedly destroyed in the 2008 Universal fire.

Discography and collections

The primary collections of Fitzgerald's media and memorabilia reside at and are shared between the Smithsonian Institution and the US Library of Congress

Awards, citations and honors

Fitzgerald won thirteen Grammy Awards, and received the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 1967.

In 1958 Fitzgerald was the first African American female to win at the inaugural show.

Other major awards and honors she received during her career were the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts Medal of Honor Award, National Medal of Art, first Society of Singers Lifetime Achievement Award, named "Ella" in her honor, Presidential Medal of Freedom, and the George and Ira Gershwin Award for Lifetime Musical Achievement, UCLA Spring Sing, and the UCLA Medal (1987). Across town at the University of Southern California, she received the USC "Magnum Opus" Award which hangs in the office of the Ella Fitzgerald Charitable Foundation. In 1986 she received an honorary doctorate of Music from Yale University. In 1990, she received an honorary doctorate of Music from Harvard University.

Tributes and legacy

The career history and archival material from Fitzgerald's long career are housed in the Archives Center at the Smithsonian's National Museum of American History, while her personal music arrangements are at the Library of Congress. Her extensive cookbook collection was donated to the Schlesinger Library at Harvard University, and her extensive collection of published sheet music was donated to UCLA.

In 1997, Newport News, Virginia created a week-long music festival with Christopher Newport University to honor Fitzgerald in her birth city.

Callaway, Dee Dee Bridgewater, and Patti Austin have all recorded albums in tribute to Fitzgerald. Callaway's album To Ella with Love (1996) features fourteen jazz standards made popular by Fitzgerald, and the album also features the trumpeter Wynton Marsalis. Bridgewater's album Dear Ella (1997) featured many musicians that were closely associated with Fitzgerald during her career, including the pianist Lou Levy, the trumpeter Benny Powell, and Fitzgerald's second husband, double bassist Ray Brown. Bridgewater's following album, Live at Yoshi's, was recorded live on April 25, 1998, what would have been Fitzgerald's 81st birthday.

Austin's album, For Ella (2002) features 11 songs most immediately associated with Fitzgerald, and a twelfth song, "Hearing Ella Sing" is Austin's tribute to Fitzgerald. The album was nominated for a Grammy. In 2007, We All Love Ella, was released, a tribute album recorded for the 90th anniversary of Fitzgerald's birth. It featured artists such as Michael Bublé, Natalie Cole, Chaka Khan, Gladys Knight, Diana Krall, k.d. lang, Queen Latifah, Ledisi, Dianne Reeves, Linda Ronstadt, and Lizz Wright, collating songs most readily associated with the "First Lady of Song". Folk singer Odetta's album To Ella (1998) is dedicated to Fitzgerald, but features no songs associated with her. Her accompanist Tommy Flanagan affectionately remembered Fitzgerald on his album Lady be Good ... For Ella (1994).

"Ella, elle l'a", a tribute to Fitzgerald written by Michel Berger and performed by French singer France Gall, was a hit in Europe in 1987 and 1988. Fitzgerald is also referred to in the 1976 Stevie Wonder hit "Sir Duke" from his album Songs in the Key of Life, and the song "I Love Being Here With You", written by Peggy Lee and Bill Schluger. Sinatra's 1986 recording of "Mack the Knife" from his album L.A. Is My Lady (1984) includes a homage to some of the song's previous performers, including 'Lady Ella' herself. She is also honored in the song "First Lady" by Canadian artist Nikki Yanofsky.

In 2008, the Downing-Gross Cultural Arts Center in Newport News named its new 276-seat theater the Ella Fitzgerald Theater. The theater is located several blocks away from her birthplace on Marshall Avenue. The Grand Opening performers (October 11 and 12, 2008) were Roberta Flack and Queen Esther Marrow.

In 2012, Rod Stewart performed a "virtual duet" with Ella Fitzgerald on his Christmas album Merry Christmas, Baby, and his television special of the same name.

There is a bronze sculpture of Fitzgerald in Yonkers, the city in which she grew up, created by American artist Vinnie Bagwell. It is located southeast of the main entrance to the Amtrak/Metro-North Railroad station in front of the city's old trolley barn. A bust of Fitzgerald is on the campus of Chapman University in Orange, California. Ed Dwight created a series of over 70 bronze sculptures at the St. Louis Arch Museum at the request of the National Park Service; the series, "Jazz: An American Art Form", depicts the evolution of jazz and features jazz performers including Fitzgerald.

On January 9, 2007, the United States Postal Service announced that Fitzgerald would be honored with her own postage stamp. The stamp was released in April 2007 as part of the Postal Service's Black Heritage series.

In April 2013, she was featured in Google Doodle, depicting her performing on stage. It celebrated what would have been her 96th birthday.

On April 25, 2017, the centenary of her birth, UK's BBC Radio 2 broadcast three programmes as part of an "Ella at 100" celebration: Ella Fitzgerald Night introduced by Jamie Cullum, Remembering Ella introduced by Leo Green and Ella Fitzgerald – the First Lady of Song introduced by Petula Clark.

In 2019, Ella Fitzgerald: Just One of Those Things, a documentary by Leslie Woodhead, was launched in the UK. It featured rare footage, radio broadcasts and interviews with Jamie Cullum, Andre Previn, Johnny Mathis, and other musicians, plus a long interview with Fitzgerald's son, Ray Brown Jr.

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autisticblueteam · 6 years ago

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Strange, but Good (Tuckboosington)

[AO3] [Ko-Fi in Bio]

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1510

Summary: It’s still strange, not having anything pressing to do. No wars, no fighting, no running around after the past. It’s strange, but Wash is getting used to it.

Notes: Pure fluff without plot for @rvbrarepairweek for my original RvB OT3 that I’ve been neglecting for far too long.

“Have you two moved from there at all today?”

Wash cracked open an eye just enough to see Tucker standing in the doorway, condensation coated can in hand. He tracked it as Tucker raised it to take a sip and questioned briefly whether he was more enticed by Tucker’s lips or the cool refreshment that the drink would give. An answer that came easily when the large body that laid over him shifted and sweaty skin rubbed awkwardly.

“Not really?” he said, smoothing out the strand of Caboose’s hair that he’d been idly stimming with. “He let me get up to go the bathroom once, that’s… about it. Otherwise it’s been all cuddles all the time, even if its, well…”

Tucker raised a brow. “As hot and humid as Satan’s armpit in here?”

“That about sums it up.”

“Gross.” Taking another big swig of his drink, he stepped inside and crouched beside the bed. “How much do you think he’d jump if I touched this to his arm?” he said, shaking the can slightly.

“Don’t,” Wash warned. Tucker snickered, rolling his eyes.

“I won’t, I won’t, geez. I thought this place was finally loosening that stick from your ass,” he said, only snickering more when Wash narrowed his eyes at him. “Love you babe.”

“I’ll get back to you on that,” Wash said, which didn’t help the laughter any. “Mostly I’m worried that if you startle him awake, I’m going to get a full force Caboose headbutt to the chin. I’ve had enough concussions to last a lifetime, thank you very much.”

“Okay, okay, point taken.” Dropping to sit on his ass, he offered the drink to Wash. He took the can and several gulps of refreshing soda, exhaling heavily before handing it back. “Sooo… is it a good day, or a bad day?”

“A little bit of both, I think?” Brushing a curl from Caboose’s face, he pressed a kiss to his forehead. It wrinkled slightly, Caboose’s brow furrowing. “He did mention Church, but it was in passing; that didn’t stop him from looking sad, but… I think he mostly just wanted to spend some time together. And maybe reorient after travelling to another dimension.”

Tucker snorted. “Right, that. What the hell even was that?”

“You know what, I’ve decided I’m not even going to try and figure it out.”

“Probably for the best.”

Freeing his arm from Caboose’s tight hold, he let his hand lay open, palm-up, and readily squeezed back when Tucker’s took it. Fingertips brushed past the callouses on the inside of his middle fingers, pulling back to trace circles around the dry skin; the sword had always sat in a strange place, for human hands.

“What have you been up to? I didn’t hear any music, so I’m guessing not the band,” Wash said.

“Nah. Caboose on drums is half the fun. That and Grif had Carolina taking another lesson on being lazy; aka Lina looked like she hadn’t slept in a week and Grif’s the only one who can get her to nap—” (“He is getting strangely good at that.”) “—so I kinda just chilled outside, did some drills.”

Wash chuckled, shaking his hand lightly. “How did you not overheat?”

Tucker stared at him with a deadpan that could rival the blank stare of Lopez’s helmet. “Babe, you used to have me doing drills in the middle of a jungle canyon. This shit is nothing compared to that.”

“Fair point.”

Quiet grumbling interrupted them. Caboose shifted in his sleep, burying his face against Wash’s shoulder and wrapping thick arms tighter around his torso. Wash’s face contorted in the weirdest mixture of discomfort and contentment that Tucker had ever seen.

Barely holding back laughter, he asked, “You okay there, Wash?”

“I don’t know if I’m enjoying this or not. On one hand, this is fantastic pressure stimulation, on the other, he’s so sweaty and that is horrible.”

“The offer of waking him up is still open,” Tucker said, fingernail tapping aluminium. Wash cringed at the sound and Tucker stopped with a mouthed ‘sorry’.

“You can wake him up, but not like that.”

Huffing exaggeratedly, Tucker shifted up onto his knees. “You buzzkill.”

“I don’t want a concussion!”

“You wouldn’t get a concussion, you dumbass,” he said with all affection, ruffling Wash’s hair. “You really need to cut this soon if you’re not gonna bleach it again, or you’re going to end up with frosted tips.”

“As you’ve told me a thousand times.”

Ignoring him, Tucker took a strand of Caboose’s long, curly hair and tickled his nose with it. Wrinkles pulled at the edges of his nose, the tip scrunching up and away from the offending sensation. It chased after, until they almost expected Caboose’s entire face to retract back into his skull from how intensely his nose crinkled.

Tucker muffled laughter in a bitten lip.

“I don’t think that’s even working, Tuck—”

ACHOO.

Caboose sneezed so hard that his head rocketed forwards, missing Wash’s chin by a literal hair and shot into a sitting position. Thankfully he let go just as quickly, saving Wash’s spine from being jerked with no warning, but didn’t avoid winding him when his full weight dropped on his abdomen.

“—er,” Wash wheezed. “Jesus christ.”

Caboose blinked, processing his sudden consciousness until his eyes focused on Tucker. Face splitting in a grin, he threw up his arms. “Tucker! Hello!” A beat. “I would like to kiss you.”

“Really now?” Tucker said, folding his arms and raising a brow. He grinned right back. “You forgot to say the magic word, Boose.”

“Abracadabra.”

“There it is.”

Tall as Caboose was, even sitting on the bed, Tucker had to stand up for Caboose to reach him without crushing Wash more than he already was. Thick arms wrapped around his waist in much the same was as he’d previously been holding their other boyfriend, pulling him into a kiss and nearly off his feet.

Tucker chuckled into the kiss and pulled a face when he got to feel first hand how sweaty Caboose was. “Oh god, Boose, you feel like you’ve been drowned in Donut’s lube.”

“That is… certainly a sentence,” Wash said, still wheezing slightly from Caboose’s weight. Rolling his eyes, Tucker tapped Caboose on the butt.

“Stop crushing our boyfriend, dumbass.”

Quickly looking down, Caboose jumped as if noticing Wash was there for the first time and scrambled to sit on the mattress, instead. “Oh! Oops! I forgot that I was squishing you.”

“You sure did. Don’t worry about it, just… let me catch my breath.” He chuckled breathlessly, laying his hand over Caboose’s and giving it a squeeze. “You sleep well enough, Boose?”

“Yes, you are very comfortable,” Caboose said, nodding. “And it is fun to squish you.”

“You’re real good at it, when we’re not both melting into a giant puddle,” Wash said. He sat up, stretching out the stiffness from laying in one position for so long. “How does a swim sound? Maybe cool ourselves off a bit.”

“Oh yes! I would like to go stimming.” Pause. “That is not a word malfunction. That is deliberate. Water is the best for stimming and I would like to go and jump in right now.”

“Not in your damn boxers, Caboose. C’mon,” Tucker offered his hand and Caboose took it eagerly, hopping up from the bed, “swim trunks time. Hope you’re ready to get splashed to shit, I still haven’t forgotten your assault from last time.”

Caboose puffed his chest out. “I will reign supreme and you can never stop me. I have more splashing power than you will ever know.”

“Which only makes defeating you all the more satisfying.” Tapping him on the nose, Tucker tugged Caboose towards their makeshift footlockers of clothes.

Wash chuckled under his breath, watching them with an amused glint in his eye and a fond smile on his face. It was nice to get away from it all, to finally have an extended period of time where there wasn’t something life-threatening to deal with—well, besides the usual chaos that pervaded the group to its very core. But he’d much rather deal with that kind of nonsense than anything real and he knew the sentiment was shared, even by those who struggled to adapt to the calm.

Hell, this was the first time since the three of them had even become a triad that they weren’t in the middle of a warzone. That alone had changed things dramatically, mostly in the case of just how much time they got to spend together.

It was… it was good. Strange, but good.

“Hey, Tucker?”

Tucker looked up, already pulling on his shorts. “Yeah?”

“Love you too,” Wash said, kicking off and tossing his standard shorts over at them. Caboose paused mid-leg insertion to look at him expectantly. Wash smiled. “And you too, Caboose. I love you both.”

“Yeah we get it, you’re a big sap,” Tucker said, though his grin betrayed his half-hearted façade of nonchalance. “C’mere and get your trunks on, asshole.”

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TASK 1 // WHO ARE YOU REALLY?

@murderclubhq

NAME.

FULL NAME: Edwina Agnes Clussy NAME/NICKNAMES: Eds (everyone), Eddie (Holly and Kaz), Edsy (her mom), Wee (her dad) GENERALLY REFERRED TO AS: Edwina or Eddie

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: Kristine Froseth SEX: Female HEIGHT: 5′0″ WEIGHT: Basically a sack of flour; easy to pick up and throw over your shoulder BUILD: Scrawny HAIR: Mousy brown and straight, but she usually curls it. Sometimes she’s got a ribbon tying some of her hair back HANDS: Small and kind of cushiony (think of Pooh Bear’s hands). Her skin on her hands is usually dry because she uses a lot of hand sanitizer CLOTHES: Plaid skirts and dresses, comfy sweaters, knee high socks or socks with frills around them, overalls, mary janes, fannypacks, cross necklace

SPEECH.

ACCENT: North Carolinian twang VERBAL TICKS: Tends to stutter when nervous LANGUAGE: English ARTICULATION: She's educated and has the ideas in her head, but she’s just really bad at getting them out in an articulate manner EDUCATION: Edwina will occasionally substitute a really simple word for something longer. Besides that, she speaks like a typical teenager LAUGHTER: She snorts a lot and tends to try to bite back her laughter because she thinks her laugh is ugly BREATHING: Can usually sound like she’s out of breath especially from all the screaming and yelling she constantly does

MANNERISMS.

FACE: Edwina wears her heart on her sleeve and in her expressions. She’s very expressive and has a hard time fighting back microexpressions HANDS: Because she’s got a lot of anxiety and energy she tends to talk with her hands LEGS/FEET: Her legs are always kept very tightly together (she learned to do this from her parents not wanting her to flash people) EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: Literally cries all the time. Tends to get emotional easily and will yell and scream if upset HABITS: Hums when she’s thinking and will look around a lot if she’s nervous POSTURE: Stands up straight because she’ll look shorter if she doesn’t PERSONAL SPACE: Tends to like her personal space at first, but once she trusts people (which really isn’t hard to gain from her) then she’s okay with touching. She loves hugs, but if people are overtly touchy with her she may act like she’s annoyed, but will do nothing to fight it back

HEALTH:

DIET: Her mom takes good food really seriously so Edwina tends to eat well for breakfast and dinner. She gets all her food groups in, but tends to snack. Her guilty pleasure is Lunchables. SLEEP: Edwina loves sleep and if you wake her up she will probably kill you EXERCISE: LOL no ACTIVITY: Edwina is lazy as FUCK she would let someone carry her if she didn’t have to walk at all CLEANLINESS: Very cleanly. Grooms herself well and tends to clean everything else around her due to her thing with germs ODOR: Smells like strawberries due to her shampoo and the body spray she uses MEDICINAL DRUGS: She has an inhaler NARCOTICS: No ADDICTIONS: Addicted to One Direction ILLNESS: Asthma and lil bitch syndrome

PERSONAL.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: She keeps to herself, but she gains her energy from being with people OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: In between. She tends to think everything is the end of the world, but because of that she tries to look for the light in everything GENDER: Cisfemale SEXUALITY: Homosexual, but she’s in the closet. At this point Edwina doesn’t even fully realize she’s gay she just thinks there’s something wrong with her for not liking guys ROMANTIC: Soft romantic bitch. She wants love so bad like she just wants to get married and have like 5 babies MEMORY: Her memory is strong which is helpful with school, but not with her grudges PLANNING: Edwina prefers to plan things out because she knows that’s the safest thing to do, but is constantly getting swept away by people or acting on emotion so planning for things typically go out the window INTUITION: Edwina does everything with good intent, but most of the time it just blows up in her face PROBLEM SOLVING: She’s pretty good at figuring things out whether with context clues or doing research GOALS: Her goal that she tells people is to go to a school like Stanford for engineering, but she really doesn’t think she’s good enough to get into any big name universities. She wants to do something with cars, but her real goal is to get married and become a mom. INSECURITIES: Edwina is insecure about her everything lol. She especially hates her body because of how short and flat chested she is. Her gums and smile are also a really big thing to her and she’s also just ver insecure about her personality because people tell her she’s weird all the time ACHIEVEMENTS: Wins second place in the science fair every year and is in the top 50 of her class ANXIETY: Bitch is always anxious SELF-HELP: Edwina tends to cope by crying all the bad feelings out or screaming about her inner thoughts until she’s tuckered out COMFORTS: If she’s really upset she’ll want someone to just hug her while she cries, but if she can’t do that then she’ll sit in her bed under all the blankets and curl up with her stuffed rabbit BAD HABITS: Not standing up for herself, getting emotional over small things, trusting people too easy, overly washing and sanitizing her hands, screaming and being loud in inappropriate places, and crying easily PHILOSOPHY: Basically lives by the teachings and rules of the Catholic church, but she’s leans very much towards the New Testament and the idea that God is forgiving and therefore so should man TRIGGERS: Germs, blood, death, vomit, Satan, anything gay

THE PAST.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: She’s very close with her parents, but mostly her mom. Her mom didn’t let her out of her arms for so long that Edwina learned how to walk pretty late. Her parents always made her feel loved, but her dad was a little more strict with her. Even so, he still was always affectionate with her. Her parents wanted a bunch of kids, but it took them almost 3 years of trying to have Edwina so they tend to helicopter her and treat her like a princess. Edwina loves both her parents and would put them first always LIFE EVENTS: Edwina met Raquel in kindergarten and that was the first friend she made. After that they became inseparable and didn’t really have people to hang out with besides each other. This was mostly due to people thinking Edwina was sorta weird growing up or Raquel would scare off guys that she thought were trying to ask her out or get with her. Eventually this made people think they were dating which wouldn’t be a problem to Edwina until people started calling her gay slurs. It got worse when she looked at Heidi Dods in the locker room for a little too long and the whole school labeled her as a predatory lesbian. It got so bad that Mr. Kobbs told her she wasn’t allowed to change in the locker rooms anymore for other girls’ comfortability. WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: When Raquel’s mom died because that was really her first experience with death and that was the start of her having to watch her best friend’s life start crumbling BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: When Jamie let her drive Johnnie’s ‘64 Mustang LOOKING BACK: Edwina has always believed that things happen for a reason, but if she could go back and do anything different it’d be not letting Tommy go so he wouldn’t die

RELATIONSHIPS.

FAMILY: Mom; Susan Clussy. Dad; Edward Clussy. She has uncles on her dad’s side and some cousins, but she isn’t that close with them. She also considers Raquel family since she’s always at her house anyway and Mr. Torrance is awful FRIENDSHIPS: Up until this year Edwina’s only close friend has been Raquel. She has some church friends (i.e. Norman Normal), but no one she really hangs out with. Now she considers everyone in MC a pal, except perhaps Dolly (but that’s more so because Edwina doubts she’d want to affiliate herself as Edwina’s friend). FRIENDS IN NEED: Edwina will usually drop everything to help a friend out even if she has to put them first before her own emotional needs. She’s always there with reassuring being her greatest weapon to fight off tears, but Edwina will make other meaningful gestures if she thinks it will help NEEDING A FRIEND: Edwina tends to bottle a lot in and then will end up exploding all her frustrations or tears onto one unlucky person. She likes to only really talk to people she can trust not to make her feel worse, but sometimes strangers get caught in the moment she finally snaps ANNOYANCES: She yells a lot and tends to be snarky and sarcastic when she’s annoyed with someone ROMANCE: When looking for something romantic, Edwina tends to gravitate towards people that make her laugh and like being affectionate. If you wanna woo her then literally just be a pretty girl, make her giggle, and compliment her (she’s not that hard to impress) ADVERSARIES: Edwina would honestly befriend anyone and give anybody a second chance at redemption, but if someone was just cruel and showed 0 signs of having any sort of remorse or good in them then she'd stay away completely ENEMIES: She has a hard time with people who just go after her with little reason other than she’s weird STRANGERS: She tries to be polite to everyone because that’s how her parents raised her. However, Edwina can be a bit judgmental when she doesn’t keep that side of her in check FUN STUFF: Fun stuff she likes to do with friends are going to Marie’s, driving around town, going to the movies or staying in and watching cheesy films, napping together, private karaoke or dance parties, or even just sitting in silence while her and the other person/people just do their own thing or sit on their phones showing each other funny memes they find DATING: Everything above, but with kissing LOVE: Her fanny pack WORST ENEMY: Heidi Dods, Shoprite Cruz, and Mr. Kobbs

INTERACTIONS.

MINGLING: She’s nice but awkward as fuck so making friends is hard COMFORT LEVELS: Edwina gets nervous and anxious easily so talking to people can take a lot outta her, but if she’s comfortable around you then she’s more lax PHYSICAL: She’s very affectionate (but if you’re dirty she’ll be more reluctant to won’t touch you, sorry Kaz) GROUPS: Prefers smaller groups OPENNESS: It depends? She’s pretty open about most things, but she still keeps a lot buried down in her lil fanny pack and won’t talk about openly or easily GENEROSITY: Bitch would give the shirt off her back if anyone needed it JEALOUSY: Can get very jealous very easily, but tends to not understand her own jealousy. She’d go home and cry whenever Raquel would be hooking up with some new person, but just think it was her period making her emotional or something lol TEMPER: The human embodiment of an angry pomeranian EMPATHY: Thinks about other people’s feelings first and is a very strong empath AFFECTION: Cuddling, hugging, touching, forehead or cheek kissing, kind words, and meaningful gestures DISTASTE: She doesn’t usually show it to their face, but if she’s talking about them to someone else she’ll just call them an asshole and stuff lol ETIQUETTE: Tries to be polite in public, but tends to cause scenes if she’s upset or emotional RESPONSIBILITY: If she’s wrong then she’ll always apologize SELF ESTEEM: Edwina has really low self esteem because of kids at school picking on her. Her parents always tried to make her feel good about herself, but it didn’t do much because she always felt as though they were obligated to say nice things to her. She let’s people push her around for the most part, but if she does stand up for herself it’s in a very quiet way CONFIDENCE: She doesn’t really care what most people think of her, but she just wishes that they’d keep it to themselves instead of beating her down for it. She cares about what her family thinks though HONESTY: Edwina has always been taught to be honest, but recently she’s been lying a lot LEADER OR FOLLOWER: Follower PRAISE: Loves compliments, but is super bad at accepting them CRITICISM: Really bad at reacting to criticism, but takes it. Will likely cry, but take it to heart INSULTS: Doesn’t take insults well and will 100% cry EMBARRASSMENT: If she’s embarrassed she’ll usually turn red and start stumbling. Again, will likely cry FLIRTING: She isn’t flirty because she doesn’t think anyone would ever reciprocate. If someone does flirt with her it goes over her head ATTENTION SPAN: Gets distracted by shiny objects and fuzzy animals. Very easy to divert her attention SITUATIONS: Really bad at handling stressful situations. She will start screaming or crying or even hyperventilating in which case she’ll crack her inhaler out

LIFE.

TECH: Very tech savvy. Great with computers and figuring out how to make things work POLITICS: Her dad is a very vocal republican, but Edwina’s mother is a lot more loving and liberal so Edwina takes after her mom’s views COMBAT SKILLS: She’s scrawny, but scrappy. She’d definitely lose a fight if she got in one, but she’d go for the jugular HOME: Keeps her room immaculately clean. She’s one of those kids who makes her bed everyday and organizes all her clothes. Her mother is always cleaning the house so the whole place is usually spotless COOKING: Learned how to cook from her mom. She’s no Top Chef, but her food is good BUILDING: Likes to put things together so on any project she’d want to take the lead. It’s like a big puzzle to her CLEANING: Mom does most cleaning, but Edwina helps out sometimes just because she loves her mom. Her parents don’t really give her chores SHOPPING: Likes shopping DRIVING: Loves to drive. Grew up around cars because her dad owns the local dealership. Edwina could likely figure out how to drive any car FINANCES: Family comes from a decent amount of money PETS: No pets, but she’d love a bunny or cat. Pet hair makes her allergies act up and her dad doesn’t like animals so there’s a no pet rule in the house TRAVELING: The only place she’s really gone outside of NC is Disney World. Other than that, most family vacations are in stand MEDICAL: Is constantly going to the doctor because her and her mom are kinda hypochondriacs. Edwina had some health complications when she was a baby because she was born premature so her mom just wants to make sure she doesn’t lose her kid. Edwina doesn’t mind the doctor though for they always give her a lollipop ILLNESS: Asthma WORRIES: Is literally worried about everything lmfao PEACE: Likes peace and quiet, but will occasionally listen to music and stuff if she’s working PARTYING: Doesn’t go to many parties because she doesn’t get invited HOBBIES: Working on her car, building stuff, watching bad movies, and reading

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Patricia Tucker

looks like our cool aunt is back! Please send in Tricia’s blog and face claim boo!out of character info

Name/Alias: u no who it is

Pronouns: u no wat to call me

Age: 20

Timezone: yeehaw

Activity: enough

Triggers: n/a

Password: jimmy can fast pass my ass

Character that you’re applying for: Tricia Tucker

Favourite ships for your character: tricia/aged appropriate characters

in character info

Full name: Patricia Kimberly Tucker

Birthday: September 22nd

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: straight (for now), female, she/her

Age and grade: 16, sophomore

Faceclaim: Laura Gwyneth Butler

Appearance:

Face: True to her ginger roots, Tricia is redheaded and freckled faced. Her cheeks have a tendency to turn red at the slightest amount of exercise and it just makes her freckles even more obvious. She proves that odd stereotype of gingers being unattractive to be false, as she does put just enough effort in her appearance to be absolutely beautiful. She loves her freckles, so she doesn’t normally use foundation, but she does always use face care products, lipsticks, and mascara. Her nose is pierced, one that she only takes out for church and her English class. Her hair is medium length, taken care of in a very specific way, thanks to her fathers genetics being absolutely terrible and one wrong move with her hair means it’ll be ruined. She takes pride in how she looks, because she knows she looks bomb.

Body: The freckles on her face goes down her neck to her feet. She is a dancer, so her body is very fit. She tries her best to stay in shape as much as possible by limiting her food habits and only drinking water. But, despite her best efforts, her one insecurity would be her thighs and hips. They are big compared to the rest of her skinny body. Her mother says it’s natural, it’s what all the women in her fathers side of the family have (again, the awful genetics her father passed to her). It’s attractive and just, what they call it, birthing hips. She doesn’t see it like that. So, depending on the day or the mood she’s in, she’ll either try to accept the only thing that makes her feel bad about herself, or cover them up with sweatpants.

Personality:

Tricia is, and always has been, sassy and accurate. She’s a logical thinker, but that doesn’t form her sense of humor. Being dramatic is a comedic choice for her, but when things get serious she’ll pull up receipts, facts, and shove you so hard in the ground with her argument skills that you’d regret challenging her. She is, and always will be, terrifically aweing.

If she sees potential in you, you bet she’ll work at you until you’ve peaked. She’s very determined to make the people in her life the best they can be. It might be her very good sense of character with people, but her attitude will adapt and changed with specific people to help them grow and change for the better. It’s not that Tricia needs to feel important, or like she needs to make an impact. It was more like she just wants people to stop bitching.

She’s a bit of a snake. But only if it’s for the greater good. She knows who her true friends are, and she knows who’s lying to her. She always listens to her instincts, because they’ve never proved her wrong. Never. Over all, Tricia is confident, hardheaded, quick witted, and feisty.

History:

Patricia was raised to believe she was involved with a normal family. One dad, one mom, and two children. That was the default, the nuclear family. She was taught to be average. The nice and boring Tucker family, as she would hear sometimes in school. Tricia was raised as a smart, pretty young girl who didn’t talk unless spoke to and was humble about all the work she put in for herself. Laura taught her patience, kindness, selflessness... Basically everything she thought a little girl should be taught. Tricia knew how to cook, clean, and study by the time she reached elementary school.

However, as she got older, she noticed some flaws in the family her parents were desperately trying to hide from the public. Her dad started to look angry. Craig was getting more distant. Her mom felt like a robot to talk to sometimes. But every time Tricia would try and ask what was happening, Laura would tell her to let it go. So she would. She would be a good girl, go to dance class and release her frustrations though pointed toes. After a while, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the arguments between her dad and brother. It wasn’t until she walked through the front door to Thomas throwing something somewhere, that Tricia decided that it was time for her to bite back.

She started her rebellion by snapping at her mother. She was picking at her clothes again, telling her that what she was wearing wasn’t appropriate. She tugged away, glaring daggers. Tricia proclaimed, right then and there, that Laura wouldn’t control her life anymore. Tricia will feel and do whatever Tricia wants. She’ll sit on the arm of the couch if she wanted. She’ll be on her phone if she wanted. She’ll wear crop tops if she wanted. For a while, Laura tried to fight her on it. But Tricia proved that she was determined and serious. Laura backed down, and Tricia felt powerful enough to start with her father next.

Her dad and she have always been close. For some reason, Thomas was very nice to her, and let her do anything she wanted. That being said, she found him aggravating. Purely because of the way he talks to Craig. She wanted to do something to help out her brother. So when Thomas came into her room, and started telling Craig off, she snapped. She stood her ground and defended him. But Thomas wasn’t as wrapped around her finger as she thought. He cursed at her, for the first time, and demanded she bring herself some order. She was taken back, hesitated. It proved to be the wrong move as Craig swooped in to save her. She will never forgive herself for making her brother fight the battle she wanted to fight for him

From then on, she told herself she would never hesitate again, no matter how surprising an outcome will be. Tricia will never back down. She will never show weakness. And she will never let another man tell her what to do.

Sample paragraph:

Music was loudly blaring from Tricia’s laptop. She was on her feet, stretching fully while taking small moments to reply to messages she had received through her numerous social media accounts. She focused her attention on her feet, flexing them repetitively until her ankles felt good and ready. She checked Facebook while she stuck her leg in the air, doing a split and balancing on one leg. When she was bored of the internet, she reached above her to grab her leg, stretching them even further. Good and loose, she needs to keep it up. Her leg came down so she could back up into the wall, bending down to place her flat palms on the ground.

She slowly put her weight down on her hands, rising her lower half. Tricia tried her best not to tremble, but it was pretty difficult. Her legs finally came up straight, pointed and precise. Her arms remained unlocked, as close as she could make them while moving her legs downward, towards the room. When they were close enough to the ground, Tricia got down on her elbows and placed the very tip of her toes to the floor, stretching out her abdomen intensely. When she couldn’t hold that pose anymore, she swung her feet back towards the wall and lifted herself upright, now sitting on the floor, “Haven’t done that in a while,” she commented to herself, rubbing her stomach as she got up and walked back to her laptop.

Tricia played the song that her instructor gave her, planning on starting the assignment of choreographing her own routine. She lifted her leg upwards, slowly, as the song started up, soft and sad sounding Her breathing matched what she was taught, in and out, taking her time. This assignment was going to be the end of her, but damn it all if she didn’t do a good job. Tricia bent back, reaching for the metaphorical stars before she brought it down to her chest, as if clenching the heart inside. Preform a dance that tells a somber story, her instructor said. A story of heartbreak. Tricia wouldn’t know anything about that. She’s never been heart broken in her life. Tricia threw her hands in the air, already frustrated. Great. She’ll be working at this all night.

“You’re doing good, sweetheart,”

Tricia nearly jumped at the sudden voice, turning to see her father, who had at one point stopped to watch her practice. She placed her hands on her hips, frowning at him. He frowned back, looking guilty. She raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed, looked like he was thinking, before raising his head back up to smile at Tricia once again. She narrowed her eyes even more, wanting to rip that smile off his face.

“Keep it up,” Thomas tried encouraged her, “you’ll do great at this. You’re the best little dancer that I know.”

Tricia continued to stare at him, not giving him the satisfaction of complying. He was starting to stir where he stood, looking anywhere but her eyes. Oh yeah. He really did look guilty. She remained there, challenging him with his eyes, practically begging him for a fight. He didn’t want to, she knew that. “Listen, honey, the other day—“

The nerve- was he really about to apologize? Tricia groaned and walked towards the door, shutting it in his face. Hard. He didn’t even try to move from the forceful close. Good. She hoped she hit him in the face. The teenager walked back to the center of her room, practically shaking in irritation now. The longer she thought of it, the more she felt angry. She played the song from her laptop again, letting the soft instrumental control her emotions. Preform a dance of somber and sadness. Tricia could do something much better than that.

Headcanons:

- Started dancing when she was young. She and Craig started out with ballroom lessons, but she was the only one to continue it. She branched out to many different forms, but freestyle and ballet are currently are her favorite types of dances.

- She will not answer you if you call her Patty, or Patricia. The only one allowed to call her that is Craig.

- She is a real heartbreaker. She’s known for dating guys, getting them to fall for her, and then breaking up with them. People say it’s because she’s a stone hearted bitch. But really they just didn’t keep her entertained for long. Filmore was the only one who was able to escape her heart breaking habit, as the two of them had only been on a couple of dates before calling it off.

- She’ll randomly stick her leg in the air. Doesn’t matter where she is. She’ll do it.

- She’s part of the newspaper club and the school yearbook! A pretty important part of it, actually. She’s really into writing, reporting, and researching. It’s part of the reason why she knows so much and confident in her knowledge.

- She’s really popular on social media, because really who wouldn’t want to follow Tricia Tucker?

- Aspires to be a part of the student council when she’s a senior. She also wanted to be a cheerleader, but her already busy schedule told her no.

- Tricia’s favorite afterschool activity is debate team.

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