#what ship name did frank give them

[bongwateriero]

HAVE YOU HEARD OF THEM

[flarp-dragon]

Oh my goodress yes.

I forgot she would would be ABSOLUTELY RIPPED!!!

Hazel & Frank

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine becoming the beast pirate's espionage chief

Kaido: I know you don't trust him, but I can't and won't act against him while he's still useful to me.

You: I'm glad you said that, I've used most of my free time in the last month to gather proof. [hands Kaido an appropriate-sized folder] I found that Mister Bennington of Foodvalten did not exist until six years ago.

Kaido: [pulls out a pair of delicate reading glasses, puts them on, and thumbs through the folder]

You: His real name is Frank Jenkins, and he's sixty-eight. He was born in the Appaloosa archipelago, where he started his life of crime at six, swindling tourists. By age fourteen, he moved on to robbery, arson, and petty theft. However, by age twenty, Frank found his lifelong modiis operandi, scam, fraud, and grand theft. Frank posed as a rich entrepreneur and stole large amounts of money from a mining operation before disappearing. He did similar scams on Alabasta, Cactus Island, Jaya, Water 7, and Applenine Island.

Kaido: [closes the folder and hands it off to King] ... you are quite thorough, you even included Marine and local police reports from over forty years ago. How did you get a hold of these without leaving the island?

You: CP-0 and Dofflamingo

Kaido: I figured, but how did you get them to give these to you?

You: I called in favors with Dofflamingo, and performed a few sexual favors with CP-0.

King: Is that why I walked in on you jerking off one of those masked freaks?

You: yeah, and you calling them masked freaks is a bit like the pot calling the kettle black. Also, you don't have any room to judge me, Maria has told me all about your little trysts with her.

King: She's too much of a gossip, as are you, and I don't care about gossip.

You: so you don't want to know which of the tobiroppo brought pubic lice into the crew, and where they got it?

Kaido: Tell me who is the culprit, right this minute.

You: hmm, I dunno, what's in it for me?

Kaido: I won't kill you where you stand.

You: That threat only works on people who like living.

King: How about a promotion to espionage chief, your own quarters and bathroom here and on any of the ships, and a raise?

You: deal, it was Who's-Who, he got it fucking one of Big Mom's kids.

Kaido: I'll kill him! Those little bastards have been gnawing on my balls for weeks. [vigorously scratches his crotch]

You: And that's why I don't fuck my crewmates unless I benefit from it because y'all are nasty.

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[ell-does-stuff]

MAKING A BIG OL POST OF EVERYTHING I GOTTA SAY ABOUT THE NEW SPOOKY MONTH BECAUSE HOLY SHITTTT THERES A LOT

‼��‼️SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY‼️‼️

THE THIEVES ARE BACK WOOOOOOOO!! IVE MISSED THEM SM

also eepy lila

while gathering images for this ive noticed that the "pile of dexter" as im calling it is staring at the thieves the whole time they're in the attic (specifically fat thief)

is he somehow still alive???? just possessing a pile of dead doll????????

so cool to see the big ass spider get some actual relevance!! def gonna be important next episode for sure

ROSS'S DAD!!!!!!!!

also jaune is so pretty with her hair down like omggg... love to see her being such a supportive friend to lila as well

"are you throwing away dad's stuff mom?" WAAAAAA MY POOR BABYYY IM GONNA CRYYY

HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN

theyre so me

DEXTERRRRJRJRJRHSHSHDBBDBSB!!+!!!!!(!!

"this cat looks sick im taking it to the vet" BULLSHIT i know what you are. 👁️👁️

DEXTER'S MOM!?!?????!?!?!?!?!!!??? i had no idea she would ever show up like wow i did not expect to see her at all

poor little babies and their lack of parents

ok sorry ik im joking here but MAN this scene made me feel bad 😭😭😭

THE FUCK.

pretty sure this dude is the same guy as the "costume bob" in the last episode??? i felt bad for him last time but here he seems like kind of a pathetic and weird ass man ngl lol

RADFORRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!(!!(;+;!;(;;(;??;(;;!!(+!!++!(++!

HES SUCH A GOD DAMN SILLY NERD MAN LIKEEEEE "he even sounds like he does in the movies!!!!!!" BROOOO I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMM DJJDGWHDHSHFH

he is EXACTLY how i pictured he would be!! my brain is not gonna shut up about him for the next few days i just know it HAHAHAH

also my caramelpopcorn (thats their ship name right?? or was it candycorn??? i forgor lol) heart is completely full, i loved actually seeing him and kevin canonically interact, they are perfect <3

HES IN THE CANDY CLUB OUTFIRTBD RJSHNF EBDJFBSBDJC EJDUFBEBW DKXN SCUEBFNFBRJSJCJCHDB!!!!(!!!!!;+;(;!!(+!!

"im... uh... like an uncle!!" "i just wanna help the children..." BROO??? feeling kinda bad for frank rn, these are like the only kids he genuinely cares about and hes being turned away from em

ik hes a shady guy but STILL

GREGOR LOOKS SO GOOFY DOING THE DANCE JDBDHSHFHD LIKE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THATTTTT

also i made this gif myself yall better like it

aaaaaaaaaand dexter's mom is dead.

like son like mother i guess 💀

love how ignacio's door has small little boards on it from when they bashed it with a hammer HAHAHHA

also, looking at the inside of ignacio's house, is that john's family on the little table there???

one of the images in the arg gives a better look at this, but i had no idea it was in IGNACIO'S HOUSE of all places. why does he have that??? and right by the gun too.... what is this silly cult man planning......

(the arg image in question if yall were wondering)

"we understand you" "we're here for you dude" "thank you guys, i just wish things weren't so..." HATZGANG FRIENDSHIP WAAAAA!!!!!

also ROY HAS BEEN THROUGH SHIT MY POOR GUYYYY i wanna hug him mannnn 🥺

IMAGE LIMIT IS KILLING ME SO IM GONNA REBLOG THIS WITH MORE SHIT TO SAY BECAUSE I AM NOT DONE MANNN‼️‼️‼️‼️

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐇 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?

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Hey!! Yes, I know, I have some few inbox that I should answer, and don't worry, I will, just let me do a quick post here- -w-

So I'm back with the promised WH headcanons! And I hope you will like them :D

(And yes, it has a short plot now. I did it. I wrote it. ✨

×❢ About my work ❢×

Fluff fluff, all is fluff! No pronouns used for the reader, but good boy/girl mentioned, even if it's expected, there's no smut. Although Howdy is a bit teasing, but it's not r rated so •-•

Fandom: Welcome Home horror project by Clown

Character(s): Wally Darling, Howdy Pillar, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Eddie Dear, The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Ship(s): The Characters / The Reader|You| (Y/N) |Neighbour

Form: Headcanons

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: LoveGame by Lady Gaga

('cause that is next on my playlist •_•)

“Let's play a lovegame, play a lovegame

Do you want love or do you want fame?

Are you in the game?”

(All illustration belongs to Clown!)

Wally Darling

It was quiet in his house, even Home didn't let out a single crack until this moment. There was just one problem. You haven't seen your dearest puppet oh so long ago. The plan was that you two will have a cuddle time together, but he was nowhere. 

You got up from the couch and carefully looked around in the house. You cautiously called out his name, but no one responded. 

You walked around in the house a little bit, hoping to find him. 

He had his own painting room where he could make his own fantasy alive with the brush. 

You walked closer carefully, not to scare him. Even so, he could actually clearly hear you sneaking up behind him, but he was more focused on the picture. 

You peaked through his shoulders to see what he was up to. 

Oh. My. Gosh. Your heart skipped a beat. He was painting a picture of you. How cute! Wally was a very talented artist and you were very amazed in this moment. He always did such a great job. 

"This looks so great, Wally! You are such a good boy!" you said quietly, while you gently placed your head on his shoulder. 

• it comes off to him like compliment

• and it's from you

• his sweetest neighbour

• of course, he is happy! ♡

• "Thank you, Neighbour!"

• he smiles at you happily, hoping that you like his work

• "Do you like it, Neighbour?" 

• omg ofc you like it! How could you not?! 

• He is so happy about the compliment and about that you're liking his work. 

• he just stares at you happily with open mouth, listening your cheerful voice while you commenting of him and his art

Eddie Dear 

Eddie came home and you could tell, he was clearly exhausted. Poor boy, running back and forth all day, and do this job all alone, it must be tiring. 

He got down next to you, just quietly lied down on his back and put his head on your lap. 

"Hey." you said softly, curling his hair gently with your fingers. 

"Hey, love!" he looked at you with his tired eyes, but his lips still curled up into a kind smile. 

You were resting quietly in the warm room, just hearing each other's calm breathing was enough relaxing. 

"It must be hard for you to do this job all alone, Eddie." you said quietly, no to destroy this calm moment that you have been in for awhile. "You're such a good boy!" you chuckled. 

• he slowly opens his eyes, looks straight up at you

• look, idk if they can blush, but now he does it okay? 

• like his face is completely red

• he always gets so flushed when you complimenting him

• he's so flattered 

• and so damn cute ♡

• he's speechless, he can't think of what he could say

• so he just simply says

• "Oh... Erm... Thanks, (Y/N)!" 

• he will definitely give a kiss to your hands in return

• Your compliments mean too much for him ♡

(a.n: btw I love Edddie, he is such a sweetheart 🥺 ♡

He is definitely my favourite character beside Barnaby! ★) 

Barnaby. B. Beagle

 He knew that work is tiring for you and you had a long day. He wanted to do something pleasant for you. He couldn't cook, it was too difficult for him and he didn't wanna blow up the kitchen with his tryings. So instead of cooking, he cleaned out. It was not as perfect like you would did it, but it was acceptable. He was already finished when you were standing in front of the red and blue colored door. It was easy to recognize it. It had similar colors as Barnaby and it was the biggest door in the neighbourhood. 

He opened the door with a happiest smile on his face. He was clearly missing you. He let you in and you immediately took a seat on the comfy couch. 

Just a few minutes after you had some chance to look around. The house wasn't perfectly clean, like you could still something in the conner, but it was enough to make you feel happy and greatful about Barnaby. 

"What a good boy!"

• omg i can imagine how his tail starts wagging

• I mean he's like a dog, but different, but still a dog, so what did you expect?

• he definitely loves it when you call him a good boy

• he just listens your soft and lovely voice while you caressing and rubbing his fluffy head

• he especially likes rubs behind his big ears

• will rest his head on your lap and just melt in and let you to pet and praise him

• probably will bite you carefully in an affection way

• or slobber on you occasionally

• he wants you to say it more times, so he'll try to make you proud as often as he can

• he absolutely loves it ♡

"Thank you, Barnaby!" 

Frank Frankly

You wanted to see your partner's reaction too much to lose this idea. You leaned forward in the chair to get a better look at Frank, then you called him. 

"You are such a good boy, Frank!" 

• he looks up at you strangely and confused

• you can't help, but giggle a little bit cause the frustration

• "Well... Thank you, (Y/N)..." 

• then he goes back to his job

• probably he has to do something with those colorful bugs what are around him

• seems like he found a better company than you :") 

• you stood up and got over to him, tried not to hurt his garden and the bugs

• "But seriously, hon, I do think that you're doing an amazing job!" you said it softly as you hugged him from behind.

"Thank you, Darling." he smiles at you adorably

• he still adores you dw ♡

• but he definitely likes dear, hon, love or even darling more :D

• (btw I think it would make him uncomfortable- not sure, but I feel like- lol)

Howdy Pillar

You rested your arm on the counter as Howdy checked your items. You watched his movements. Slowly tracing your eyes from his face down to his hands, paying attention to details as well.

"Y'know, you do so much work in this place, Howdy. Like a good boy." You added jokingly the last sentence, didn't think of it too much, though.

He stopped moving for and looked up on you. You look directly in his eyes, getting red of embarassment.

"I mean-" You looked away sheepishly. "Not like that, just... You're doing such a good job here, y'know? It must be hard to keep this place alright by yourself." you chuckled awkardly, trying to change the awkard mood that you accidently did.

Howdy was still looking at you, but he didn't seem nervous or weird out about this. He just stared at you and then suddenly his lips curled into a kind, but a teasing smile.

"Yeah, it is." he answered.

He already put in a bag the last item you have bought of him, then he gently gave the bag to you with his third hand.

"You wanna drink a quick Dark Roast with me? Or if you prefer it more, you can have orange juice, or tea." he leaned closer to you on the counter.

"Sure." you said.

He walked away from the counter as one of his hands started to lead you beside him.

He glanced at you with a smile and said

"You still have to pay, though. Don't think that I'll forgot."

• omg-

• i don't think he'll mind it y'know

• but he prefers call you a good pet/boy/girl

• he may get teasy about it

• beside that, he will treat it as a compliment (cause he really deserves it)

• call him often, he won't mind

• just please don't call him like that in public :>

• he's cool with it :D

[cassidy273]

Watching Shameless (US version) for the first time. I'll update this as I go.

Note: Please don't spoil anything. The most I know is a character named Debbie has a kid eventually.

Season 1 Episode 1: I'm sorry who the fuck names their child LIP-

Ian is giving off LGBTQIA vibes. Idk tho I might be wrong.

Did...did that child murder a cat?

LIAM IS SO CUTE OMG MY HEARTTTT

Kev and Veronica goddamn-

Why is Frank kinda...

Damn six updates before the fucking title screen.

GODDAMN FRANK AND FIONA ARE BOTH KINDA...

"You're almost nine, you're gonna have to start pulling your weight." made me CACKLE

THIS BITCH REALLY BROUGHT A WHOLE ASS BABY TO SHOW AND TELL-

I wanna execute those two guys who were saying that shit about Fiona at her job.

Midget Naked Witch Bending Over is a really good band name

Why is she going under the table I'm literally so confused-

WHAT THE FUCK

HOW THE FUCK DOES SCIENCE TURN YOU ON KAREN

Why was showing his bare ass necessary?

Lovely. I really wanted to see a guy looking at pictures of boobs today.

Those aren't boobs.

Wait omg my prediction was actually correct what the fuck-

Fiona's dress is literally so pretty omfg

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP DISRESPECTING FIONA FIRST THOSE GUYS MAKE WEIRD COMMENTS ABOUT HER THEN SHE GETS FUCKING ROBBED

DON'T CALL HER A SKANK YOU DICK

Goddamn I forgot that guy's name but he punched that dick so I love him

I'm gonna take a shower I'll watch the rest after

I'm back y'all

The word 'knob-job' just rubs me the wrong way it just sounds so gross-

I was happy that the poor kid's name wasn't Lip but then I heard his name was Philip and that's even worse omg I feel so bad for him

Veronica is an ICON

WHY DID THEY START MAKING OUT WHAT THAT WAS LITERALLY SO RANDOM

Guys I don't think this show is very kid-friendly

BOTH OF THEM ARE ATTRACTIVE TO ME IDK WHO TO LOOK AT I THINK THIS IS WHAT A BI PANIC FEELS LIKE

THEY'RE NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE QUIET WHAT THE FUCK

I feel so bad for her she was almost there and then a fucking garda showed up

I'm gonna leave my laptop for a while sorry

I'm back again

Frank get out of the bar and take care of your kids omfg

He's such an asshole I love him-

OMGOMGOMGSTEVE'SBACK

Aw he's such a nice guy he's not bullying Philip because y'know his name is fucking Philip <3

I think Steve and Fiona might be the first straight ship I've liked in a long time-

Oh my god imagine being Ian like 'Hey, so um, I know I'm your brother and all, but I found your secret gay porn stash and also here's a blowjob from a girl who gave one to me. Enjoy!'

Karen's dad is such an asshole omg kiss your wife dude.

OH MY FUCKING GOD IF I WAS IAN I WOULD LITERALLY EXPLODE RIGHT THERE IMAGINE A GIRL IS SUCKING YOUR YOU KNOW WHAT UNDER THE TABLE AND THEN HER DAD PULLS BACK THE TABLECLOTH I WOULD ACTUALLY DIE

I'M SORRY IS HE TRYING TO BEAT UP THESE KIDS FOR HAVING SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS WITH HIS DAUGHTER

I'm actually dying oh my god that fucking greenscreen as Lip jumped out the window-

I love all of Veronica's outfits she slays so hard

Ew uncensored penis

HE BOUGHT HER A NEW WASHER STEVE IS SO NICE

"Hey! You honour thy father!" "GET FUCKED!" Karen is so iconic

Fiona going 'Please tell me you didn't get some girl pregnant' to her gay brother killed me

DEBBIE IS LITERALLY SO INNOCENT AND KIND I LOVE HER SO MUCH I HOPE SHE DOESN'T TURN OUT LIKE HER DAD-

Steve is the only straight man other than Robert Smith we need as a society.

Never mind. The phrase 'This whole city belongs to the Jennas, and I'm sick of them' sounded a lot like 'You're not like other girls' which is the worst compliment ever.

NEVER MIND X2 I WISH SOMEONE WOULD TALK TO ME LIKE THIS-

Omg I thought he left her for a second and I was so fucking pissed

Imagine you gave a bj to two different guys (WHO ARE BROTHERS) and the first guy's all like 'Hey, did you give my brother a BONER??'

WAIT HOW OLD IS IAN AND HOW OLD IS THE MARRIED SHOP GUY BECAUSE IF THEY'RE HAVING AN AFFAIR I GOTTA GOOGLE THIS

IAN'S FUCKING FIFTEEN WHAT THE ACTUAL DAMN DIDDLY FUCK

'He's done nothing to be sorry for' AYO DUDE

I love Frank so fucking much-

SHOTSSHOTSHOTSHOTSHOTSHOTSSHOTS

I literally forgot Carl existed I feel so bad

Is it just me, or does Lip kinda look like Shia LaBeouf when he played Stanley Yelnats?

AWWW STEVE IS SO NICE

Final Thoughts:

That was so good, and I'm probably gonna not watch it again for a few weeks like what normally happens with shows I like.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Jason has had a death sentence from the beginning.

And I don't just mean because he's a demigod.

Chiron the second he meets him says, in horror "you're supposed to be dead."

If the doors of death hadn't been opened, Jason would have died seeing Hera in her true form.

But the one that is the single most heartbreaking death flag comes from Leo.

Because Leo names his ship the Argo II.

In reference to the original ship that the original Jason set sail on.

Leo did so to honour Jason Grace, because Leo loves Jason above all else.

Their memories may be false but their bond is not.

Leo loves Jason so much he wanted to take his place, to assure that "to storm or fire the world must fall."

Meant him.

It had to be him, not Jason.

But it was never going to work and the ship name is why.

Because the original hero Jason, was killed by the Argo.

After failing to keep his promise, fulfilling his bow to always love Medea. Jason loses his favour with Hera.

He is abandoned.

Alone and unhappy and during a nap on the now rotting stem of the Argo, it falls on him.

And Jason dies instantly.

Leo blames himself because he cheated death but it was always going to be Jason.

I'm just glad Rick didn't give him the same cause of death.

... Because can you imagine how Leo would feel seeing the ship he created and named to honour his friend.

The ship Frank argues Leo cares for more than them.

That being what kills Jason?

[michwritesstuff]

I Love You… (Top Gun Maverick: Jake Seresin)

haven’t posted something in forever but i just graduated and have some free time so i’ll be working on some things for a while! enjoy this little blurb i thought of while re-entering my top gun maverick phase :)

summary: female reader (she/her) x Jake Seresin Jake Seresin never saw himself settling so quickly, but something about you makes it so easy to fall in love and fall so fearlessly. What better way to celebrate that love than the first dance at your wedding?

notes/warnings: some sweet hangman fluff, he’s just so in love he’s embarrassed; flashback in pink :)

word count: 700+

If someone told Jake Seresin that in a few short years he would currently be dancing with the love of his life at their wedding, he would have laughed in their face and politely told them to fuck off.

It’s not like Jake opposed marriage. He adored watching how in love his parents were and was ecstatic when his sisters got married. He just didn’t believe that it was an option for him, not so soon at least.

He was at the height of his career, a career that was mentally and physically demanding and constantly required him to relocate and ship off to unknown locations for an indeterminate amount of time. These conditions were less than agreeable for fostering a relationship.

Then there was you.

As Jake would explain it, you changed everything for him.

The scary feeling of falling in love too fast and recklessly seemed a little more manageable with you by his side.

He could still remember the day he first told you he loved you. He was the first one to say it and that thought alone scared the absolute shit out of him. He was pretty sure you felt the same way. You had gone back and forth for weeks with flirty remarks, lingering touches and glances that were almost unbearable, and yet…taking that next step felt like too much.

You had been frequenting the Hard Deck with your co-workers turned friends for a few months now, often needing some time and space to let loose in a less constructive manner.

In your frequent visits you had befriended many of the locals, including a few of the naval aviators from the base nearby. The Dagger Squad, as they called themselves, turned out to be a great group of friends who proved to be caring and supportive to no end.

As you crowded the pool table and darts in the back of the bar you threw your head back in laughter as Rooster clutched his heart in a mocking and offended manner as you and Phoenix ganged up on his awful pool technique.

“How dare you y/n, to think I was getting ready to share my secrets with you,” he responded.

“You have a secret to how much you suck? I think you’re better keeping that one to yourself little chick,” you smiled, reaching for where you placed your bottle, just to discover it no longer remained in the place you had left it.

Searching around, your eyes scanned the area before landing on a certain blonde making his way towards you with a new bottle in hand.

“Seresin,” you scolded.

“I hadn’t even finished that one yet.”

“I know, but you were talking to Rooster for so long it was warm. No one likes warm beer. I did you a favor.”

“Jake Seresin!” you exclaimed, giving him an excusatory look.

“What?” he responded; confusion clearly etched into his face as the crease between his eyebrows deepened.

“Are you jealous of Rooster?”

“HA WHAT? I—I… I am not jealous of Rooster” he grimaced at his name.

“Let me rephrase that,” you smiled.

“Are you jealous that I was giving Rooster so much attention?”

“Well, he’s not the one that loves you,” he mumbled underneath his breath.

You weren’t even sure you heard him correctly, but the growing redness that spread across his face in a blushed manner confirmed your suspicion.

“You love me?” you asked, your voice quiet and less confident than it had seemed before.

Jake could barely stand to look at you, his chin held up and eyes darting everywhere but you as he slowly nodded in confirmation.

“Jake,” you stated again, your finger trailing up to his cheek.

He leaned into your touch before looking down to meet your eyes again.

“I love you too,” you whispered, pulling his head down to meet your lips in the softest and most loving kiss that you have ever experienced.

You pulled away breathlessly, admiring the loving look on Jake’s face as his cheeks deepened and ever darker shade of pink.

“Finally, now when’s the wedding?” Rooster excitedly mocked as the rest of the squad joined him in a slow clap.

You giggled as Jake pulled you into his side as he flipped off the squad while telling them to fuck off.

Now here you stood, swaying to the beat of the music with your husband as your friends and families gathered around the dance floor in admiration.

As the song played out you couldn’t help but smile and think about the future the two of you were about to embark on.

With the ending notes you had one final spin before returning to Jake’s chest, the largest grin on your faces as you sang to each other…

I love you.

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[atlasdoe]

Things that The Marauders fandom say that pisses me off

warning: i will not be holding back. if you are sensitive do not read. feel free to disagree or anything in the replies but don't be a dick

i'm only doing this cause i'm bored and have a lot of rage in me

also just to be clear if we're mutuals then i'm not on about you :)

"It's so sad that one of the only things we have in cannon is the prank"

or something along those lines. If knowing that the prank is cannon makes you upset then I have some great news for you. Nobody cared about the prank in cannon!!!! it's literally just another Tuesday for the Marauders and not once does anybody lose any friends or hold any grudges about it!! yay, now you can sleep at night!

"Dumbledore raised an army of children twice"

I've already spoken about this before but for anyone who wasn't here please know that this is a lie! Neither time did Dumbledore raise an army of children. You had to be an adult to join The Order and although the Marauders were young they were not children. As for everyone else, their ages are not confirmed. We are the ones who made Marlene and Dorcas the same age as them. For all we know The Marauder's could've been the youngest in the Order by far. As for the DA, Dumbledore literally had no part in that. It was Hermione, Harry and Ron who made the DA. All Dumbledore did was take the blame for it because they named themselves after him

"Dumbledore could've helped Regulus, Evan and Barty"

Firstly it amazes me how these three are the only Death Eaters yall have any sympathy for. I understand Regulus to a point considering we only really hear good things about him from Kreacher but with Evan and Barty genuinely what makes them so special?? Evan is in the exact same pool as Wilkes and y'all don't give a shit about them. Also Barty helped resurrect Voldemort and tortured Frank and Alice. Either way regardless on if you like them or not trust me when i say that if they would've gone to Dumbledore for help he would've helped them. When have we ever seen Dumbledore turn somebody down because they were a Slytherin. This man literally tried to help Draco as he was about to kill him and help the Death Eaters take over Hogwarts. Dumbledore doesn't know everything and he's never passed on the chance for a new spy.

"This fandom is misogynistic for making Lily/Tonks bad mothers/surrogates"

Fanfiction does not equal headcannons. Just because Lily or Tonks are bad mothers in a fanfiction does not mean that the author dislikes them or thinks that they're a bad person in cannon. Also reading about your favourite ship raise a child is a very common trope in fanfiction and as much as Harry and Teddy are Lily and Tonks children they are also James and Remus'. James and Remus are just as responsible for their children and I see nobody batting an eye when the roles are reversed. On top of all of this, Lily and Tonks were young mothers and it's very likely that they would make mistakes or in other universes not be as good as they were in cannon. That does not make them bad people nor does it make them unworthy of being liked. If you don't like it, don't read it cause i know that nobody is saying that Regulus and James raised Harry in cannon.

"Marlene/Dorcas/Mary/Evan is so underrated!"

No they're not. They're mentioned like once or twice. If anything they're incredibly overrated. Nothing wrong with that. Just facts

"Jily is dying out because people are scared to go against Jegulus"

Don't make me laugh. Jily is one of the only cannon ships we have they are literally the blueprint to the entire series. Jily is not dying out, you're just seeing more Jegulus posts because you keep interacting with them and fucking up your own algorithm in order to argue with people in comment sections

"[Insert ship here] need to stop hating on [Insert another ship here] (same with characters)"

I remember one time in the Riverdale fandom when a Bughead shipper did an interview with a magazine pretending to be Lili Reinheart and told this magazine that Bughead will be cannon just to piss the Barchie shippers off. Y'all would not survive "real" fandoms. Just because somebody doesn't like your ship does not make it hate and even if someone does say something like "Jily is trash and I hate it" so fucking what?? it's one person and trust me there is another room on the internet for the both of you. I don't even think I've seen anyone truly post hate about a ship since 2020 when i was in the instagram fandom and the Wolfstar and Blackinnon shippers had each other by the throat

"Jegulus came out of nowhere and I don't understand why people ship it"

Jegulus has been around for as long as i have (2018) and at least to me it's very obvious why people like it. It's the best friends brother, opposite sides of the war, secret relationship, forbidden romance tropes that people love. it's not that hard to understand. And as I said before we know just enough about Regulus to get some sense of what he was like but not all of the bad parts.

"Sirius was tall but Remus was TALL"

There's nothing necessarily wrong with this. I just hate it. Especially if you're commenting on somebody's post about how Sirius is canonically tall. Half the time, unless they say it themselves, they don't think that Remus is taller and don't care if you do

that's all i've got for now. i may do this again :)

[callivich]

Some finale musings…

I think for viewers of the show, seeing Ian and Mickey together - happy, married, celebrating their anniversary - is a satisfying ending in a lot of ways. They had so much trauma and angst and drama over the years to the point where it seemed like they would never get a happy ending. So watching all of that and seeing them end up in a good place in canon - it’s a pleasing arc for their ship.

For people who are even more invested and involved in fandom - I think it works well. I don’t think the writers intentionally wrote anything specifically for fandom but what they did write sort of inadvertently gives both a satisfying ending and one that also allows us to keep shipping them. Their ending in the show doesn’t feel like an end of a story….more like an end of a chapter. It’s a good ending but it’s an open one.

It gives us their happiness but it also gives us lots of topics to explore too. We can see it as frustrating because there’s certain things that didn’t get explored deeply or things that weren’t written well in canon. But I like to look at the potential it gives us as fans to explore all the different possibilities for their future.

We get them living in a new place - how do they cope on the West Side? do they stay there or move back to the South Side? what’s it like for them to live together just the two of them?

We get a brief mention of kids - do they become fathers? or do they stay as uncles? how do they finally come to decision about what they want?

We see them start a business together - what’s it like for them to work together? is there business successful? do they continue with it or try other jobs?

Frank dies - how does Ian deal with it? what’s it like for them now they’ve both lost their fathers who were violent and abusive towards them?

The mention of Ned in HOS - does Ian come to terms with the abuse and trauma he’s been through? and on the subject of trauma and abuse…does Mickey come to terms with what he’s been through? they’ve had so much angst in their past which will have an effect on them for the rest of their lives but in what different ways does this impact them?

We see them navigating married life and attempting to communicate - how does this communication continue/grow? does their view of marriage and what it means for them change or evolve?

Parole is often mentioned but one day it will end - what’s it like for them to finally be free from that? how does their time served affect them? do they manage to stay out of trouble?

There’s also some less serious topics to think about - how do they end up decorating that empty apartment? what do they finally name their business? do they get a pet? does Ian start gardening?

There’s way more topics and ideas that I’m not mentioning (both serious and not so serious) but….you get the idea. There’s a lot left for us as a fandom after the finale.

I’m kinda rambling here 😅 but I like that the finale gives us all sorts of jumping off points for fiction and art and discussion and debate. I enjoy seeing everyone’s different interpretations and ideas for what the future is like for them. They don’t end up dead or in jail or separated or miserable (like some other canon ships in different shows) - we’re not left with angst and sadness….just happiness and hope for the future. We can have fun exploring all the different ways their future might turn out - we’ve got endless possibilities for them.

[cssns]

Please welcome the multi-talented @spartanguard to CSSNS24!

Your Tumblr and any other applicable names

SpartanGuard

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

I watched the show from Day 1 until the very final episode; became active in the fandom during 4A, so coming up on 10 years!

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

Actively after the first date; low-key in 3x14—"If it can be broken, that means it still works." SWOON. (You speak for all of us, Kaitlyn!)

What drew you to this event?

I love Captain Swan and I love fantasy!

What inspired your topic?

I really enjoyed the movie Jungle Cruise and there were a few aspects of Frank's character that really reminded of Killian (not saying what as I don't want to spoil the movie), so the wheels have been turning on how to adapt it into an AU for a while. But I knew it wouldn't have quite the same meaning with the OUAT characters if we just dropped them into what's essentially a historical fantasy in our world, so twisting it into something that fits into the Enchanted Forest (and associated realms) has been fun.

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

Inspired by the movie Jungle Cruise, but set in the world of OUAT; Princess Emma is searching for a cure to help her kingdom's war effort—but so is the leader of her enemy kingdom. Alongside her sister, Snow, she seeks out a guide to Neverland, where the mythical cure supposedly hides, and finds Captain Killian Jones, who is less than eager to help. Adventure, danger, and romance follow!

For our artists: What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

Mostly manips, but the occasional picset if everything I want to convey outstrips my photoshop abilities.

For our betas: Who/what have you beta'd before, or is this your first time? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

I've been beta'ing almost as long as I've been writing fic, and my day job is as an editor. (Fic is much more exciting than the things I edit at work, though!)

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

Seeing all the fun stories and adventures we get taken on!

We are beyond excited to see Kaitlyn's story drop on 8/14/24! She's also going to be an artist and beta, so she's going to be super busy for CSSNS24!

[miniherodesktales]

Note: I know this is full of continuity errors, but it was fun to play round with the idea.

Day 3: Parents

'Frank, I need a favour!'

Hollister shuddered and held the phone further away from his ear. His brother-in-law's roar of a voice always had that effect on him.

'A favour, Jack? And I owe you one because...?'

'Because, Frankie, you married my sister and ruined her life. In fact, you're gonna owe me for life for that. And well into my holographic life too, if I can get one, come to think of it.'

'What do you want, Jack?' Hollister asked impatiently.

'At some point this week you're gonna get a call from your recruitment guy on Io. He'll have a young kid on his books who'll need a job pronto that'll come with board and lodgings once he hits 15. Emancipation case.'

'Emancipated? Can't you feed him?'

He heard Jack sigh heavily.

'Emancipated, not emaciated, Frankie! Get yourself a dictionary will ya? And clean your ears out while you at it. The kid's 14, I'm helping him get away from his parents. It'll help a whole lot if we can prove he's got some kind of employment lined up once he's of age.'

'I've got enough waifs and strays onboard,' Hollister grunted. 'What's he like?'

Jack paused. 'Bit of a dreamer.' Another pause. 'Boarding school brat,' the lawyer finally confessed. 'Family tree full of soldiers, bishops, and minor royalty swinging from every branch.'

'Don't want him,' Hollister grunted. 'Tell him to suck up whatever it is mummy and daddy have done to him - maybe they didn't buy him the right pony for Christmas. Tell him to hide out at school until he can land himself a job at the local bank!'

'Heartless, Frankie boy, totally heartless! The kid needs a break. Sure, he's not the sharpest tool in the old box, but he's a fighter. Take him under your wing for a few years. A. J is going places, trust me.'

Hollister snorted. Jack was so full of it.

'What's A. J stand for?' he asked.

'Ace Jupiter.'

'You just made that up!'

'Do you know how many lost kids the state has to keep track of?' Hollister was pleased to hear that Jack actually sounded defensive for once. 'Labelling them by planet of origin stops us from getting them mixed up with the Earth and Saturn brats, you know? Plus, the protection of of a fake name. Plus...'

'What?'

'His parents must really hate him. Why else call him Judas?'

Hollister shuddered.

'So you'll take him then?'

'Do I have a choice?'

'Sure you do. But I'm giving you the opportunity to do something decent for once. To give someone the chance of a brighter future. With you he could build his career, find himself a woman -

'Or man,' Hollister added, warming quickly to the idea of being some poor mite's hero. A mentor. A mysterious benefactor. Someone who would actually mourn him when he died and would provide a wailing lament at his funeral along the lines of: "Frank Hollister saved my life!" A sort of father figure...He'd never have kids of his own...

'Or man!' Jack agreed. 'Kids, friends, home, pension. The whole shebang! A future, that's the gift you'll be giving him. Whaddya say?'

'Fine. I'll take him, keep him busy, keep him on the straight and narrow as long as he's on my ship. After that his life his own to screw up in any which way he pleases. Got it?

'Got it.'

'Fine. Send me Ace Jupiter....What a stupid name!'

Many, many years later....

'What did you think of Captain Hollister?' asked Lister.

'Not much,' Rimmer admitted. 'Kept getting my name wrong, stupid man. You?'

Lister idly flicked over the page of his magazine.

'Same,' he grunted. 'Not much else to say is there?'

'No. Not much.'

[saintsenara]

Hi, if you're still doing the ask game, may I inquire about your opinion on the following ships ? : Tomarrinny, Bartymort, Quirrellmort, Petermort and Tom Sr/Cecilia/Merope. Also, thoughts on MoD!Voldemort or on how a meeting between Snape and Petunia would have gone ? Thanks !

thank you very much, @take-the-unknow-road-now for this wonderful selection of unhinged things for me to talk about. i am always ready for asks which inspire chaos:

tomarrinny

when she's eleven, harry's twelve, and tom is an immortal shard of soul? no.

when she's thirty, harry's thirty-one, and tom is back from the dead for some reason? absolutely.

after all, why shouldn't ginny be allowed two orphans, as a treat? and why shouldn't tom be allowed two people who are clearly less good-looking than him to pay him attention? plus, two quidditch players will definitely be willing to do all the work, allowing him to achieve his true form: undying pillow princess.

but - in reality - we all know which way the power dynamic actually lies: tom and ginny are both harry's subs.

let's hope that their ability to jointly write a poem has improved since the "his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad" days...

bartymort

canon.

there has never been a man with a more flagrant daddy kink than barty crouch jr., and we all know that he threw himself onto lord voldemort's lap the second he arrived in his first death eater meeting.

the dark lord advised him that he'd be physically chastised if this behaviour continued. unfortunately for him, that was exactly what barty wanted to happen.

the reason it burned out hard is because lord voldemort also has towering daddy issues. he is even forced to reveal what his real name and background is in an effort to make barty understand that sometimes he'd like to do something other than put on a double-breasted suit and pretend he's come home on time to attend a birthday party. [for example: "hello son, i've come to pick you up from the orphanage" role-play.)

barty literally couldn't give less of a fuck. lord voldemort isn't sorry when he gets turned into a soulless husk.

quirrellmort

lord voldemort - overcome with joy at being back in a human body after a decade - doesn't think through how awkward the aftermath of this will be, and spends the first night he's attached to quirrell's head directing him in a... let's just say... exploration of his anatomy.

quirrell is so pathetically suggestible that - from that point onwards - he can't get off unless the dark lord is talking dirty to him. but can you imagine how cringe trying to speak sexily to quirrell must be?

[hey baby, what are you wearing? a turban which smells of garlic?]

voldemort simply pretends not to have heard when quirrell brings this up. unfortunately, all this does is make quirrell want to talk about his feelings.

lord voldemort isn't sorry when harry kills him.

petermort

flopping. lord voldemort hates wormtail, because he betrayed a man to whom he would give his affections: james potter.

[seriously, he is a simp for james. there is no other explanation for why he insists that james fought him bravely when he turned up on halloween when we canonically know that what james actually did was run into the hall without his wand and then fall over.]

but don't worry. wormtail is getting some god-tier hate sex out of snape.

tom riddle sr./cecilia/merope gaunt

i'm going to answer this lightly, on the assumption that this triad is consensual.

tom sr. is getting thrown out of the bedroom within seconds. they're lesbians.

[he'll be fine. he goes for a little walk to sulk and ends up making out with frank bryce against a rose trellis. the four of them become bffs.]

and then our not-ship questions:

lord voldemort as the master of death

sounds like a lot of hard work, plus both of his parents keep appearing whenever he touches the resurrection stone to shout at him.

snape versus petunia

snape went round to speak to her about what a dick he thinks harry is [dumbledore told him to speak to her about the blood protection, he didn't want to].

they fucked.

[lilisouless]

So since pjato is about to be popular again i decided to do something

a tier of the ships based purely on personal taste (sorry, blank not made by me so i don't have the names of original artist)

Create a Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus Character Ships Tier List - TierMaker

Good: The three canon ones i consider actually well done, good enought (i researched and it said Frazel´s age gap is actually not three years) Percabeth is objetively the best developed, Frazel is good too, Solangelo dissapointed me that on their next book they are already together where their build up would have been great, but still a pretty solid dynamic and two characters i like together. Meanwhile Pipabeth and Ruegard are probably the best non canon ships, pretty fine for an author very stuck on gender stereotypes

Okay: i was going to put Beckengard in "good" but didn't see a lot, most of it was what we were told, so can't put them higher. Gruniper is there because they were the first of the "pair the magical companion with another magical being" pair, so i´ll respect that even if they don' show plenty of moments. And don't look at me like that, thinking Perachel is "okay" it´s not a sin, it´s a harmless opinion. And yes, i think despite the narrative, Leo and Hazel are okay too. I think if Frank wasn't in the picture it could be a good build up there.

No strong opinion: this are ships i honestly don't care about, i am as neutral as i can be. At most, some of them are the consequence of RR wanting to pair EVERYONE up but still ,not something that gives me an itch. Lets say they are here because i couldn't find a valid reason to put them on the lower tier.

Nah: all of them are there for different reasons, Jercy: i always thought their friendship was poorly constructed and overrated by the author which clouds a lot my vision for a ship. Jasico is a relationship i like, but i see them as siblings. Jiper did bored and sometimes annoyed me, got better as a couple but again, the build up was pretty poor and never got interesting. Now Reyna x Thalia actually would have been on the "good" if it weren't that it recently was known Reyna is asexual , so it has to be here reglardless on how good i thought the dynamic might be.

Sink it please: any ship with Luke, any ship with Calypso (free Leo i beg you) i don't like Percy x Nico even as friends, Octavian x Rachel was just compulsive fandom heteronormative from the time and of course i am not a fan of RR giving Reyna crushes only to have the men reject her. Lets say that with Jason i get it, but what was the need of her having a crush on Percy? Absolutely none

Remember, this is a personal opinion, hope i wasn't too disrespectful

[thatchickwithtoomanyhobbies]

It’s Over (Daniels/Aiello)

***Note: I’m not shipping Daniels and Aiello, at least not romantically. They barely had any interaction in the game so I decided to give them some sort of scene together. In some sort of alternate universe, Hazel’s letter was definitely a Dear-John. This story explores that possibility. Mostly revolves around Aiello and Daniels but the other guys are in it too. The whole Stiles’ glasses thing at the beginning is inspired by the same thing happening to me in high school. Note 2: Puke Phobia warning! It’s only one small paragraph , but as someone who is also puke phobic I figured you’d want that.***

“No, College. I don’t see it anywhere. Just watch where you step.” Frank Aiello was, once again, helping Drew Stiles find his lens. The one that went in his glasses, not the one to his camera. He had been cleaning them (as he usually did first thing in the morning) and the lens had popped out and flown across the tent. The longer they were in Europe the most often Stiles seemed to lose either a lens or his glasses entirely, and it irked him beyond belief.

“Well, find it Aiello! You know I can’t see without it!” Stiles getting angry was a rare sight, but it was hilarious whenever it happened. It always reminded Aiello of his older sister.

“You could always close that eye and just look with the other,” Aiello said smirking and trying his best not to laugh. If Stiles finally punched him for this one it was worth it. Thankfully, he decided to ignore that statement.

“Maybe it went under one of the beds. Can you look?”

“I can, but you can’t,” Aiello said, laying on his stomach to look under the cots in their shared tent. He enjoyed making fun of Stiles’ horrible eyesight whenever the opportunity presented itself, and today was no different.

“Shut up, Aiello,” Stiles said, kicking him in the rear before sitting on one of the beds. He couldn’t help that he had terrible eyesight and resented Aiello making fun of him for it. “Just hurry up and find it. We gotta pack this place up.”

“Wait, I think I see it,” he said picking up a small transparent item from underneath Daniels’ cot. He held it up too his own eye. “Sheesh! I see why you were desperate to find this! You sure you’re not blind?”

“Screw off,” Stiles said, snatching the lens away and popping it back into the frame before leaving the tent.

The Italian man bent down to look under the bed again. He’d seen a piece of paper under there while looking for Stiles’ lost lens. Finally he found it.

“Private Ronald R. Daniels,” he read aloud. It was from his wife back home. Usually she addressed it with his nickname, Red, but this time she had used his full name. There was only one reason for doing that. “Yikes, that’s gonna ruin his day,” he said to himself. He’d take it to him before the other men started taking apart the tent to pack it up.

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“Alright, Frank act natural,” he thought to himself. Daniels had been out on the jeeps with Zussman all morning, so he hadn’t had the chance to give him the letter yet. He felt bad for the man, blowing up his world as he knew it like this. But he may as well hear it from a friend, right?

“Hey, found this lying around,” he said, tossing the envelope on top of the crate Daniels was carrying. “It’s from your girl.”

“I thought I told you not to go through my things?”

“What kind of chump doesn’t open a sugar report?” He asked, changing the subject from his propensity to snoop through his comrades’ things, to Daniels avoidance of his wife’s letter. After all, if Daniels didn’t want him to find it then why was it under his bed?

“The kind who thinks it’s a Dear-John,” Stiles said, joining the conversation. Aiello cringed. He wondered if the man had always been this oblivious or if this had only been a thing since joining the army.

“See the address? She wrote ‘Daniels’ not ‘Red’. Only one reason to be so formal. Hate to say it, I think she’s cutting you loose.”

Of course Stiles would tactlessly tell the poor guy his relationship was over. That would’ve been bad enough. But of course, Stiles and his social ineptitude had to make it even worse.

“Or hey, maybe it’s like Schrödinger’s letter. You know? You don’t open it, she’s still your girl.” He said with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders.

Aiello had had enough of the man’s ignorance for one day. He slapped him in the back of the head.

“Ow!” Stiles shrieked. He was lucky he didn’t hit him again for being so stupid.

“Maybe it’s like Schrödinger’s letter?” Poor Daniels, having his relationship likened to a dead cat in a box. “What is wrong with you?” Just because they all knew there was nothing else that letter could be, didn’t mean he could flippantly joke about it.

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It had been two weeks since Daniels had gotten that letter and he still hadn’t opened it. He knew why Daniels wasn’t opening it now all too well, seeing as he had gotten one of his own that morning.

“Gracie started seeing the boy from the theater this week. She said she couldn’t handle you being over there anymore or the thought that you might not come back. I’m sorry, Frankie. I wish I could do something to change her mind.” His sister’s letter had read. His long-time sweetheart and the girl he’d planned to marry hadn’t even had the decency to tell him herself.

Poor Daniels. Now he felt worse for him than ever. At least he could be there for him as a friend when his heart was inevitably ripped in two.

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His hands shook as he picked up the letter. He had delayed the inevitable for three weeks, but now it was time to face the thing he’d dreaded since he was shipped off.

He hoped that somehow this letter was something different. That perhaps it was news of a new baby or perhaps a new car. Anything but the thing he knew deep in his gut was the context of that letter.

He cut open the envelope with his knife. His hands shook terribly as he slid the paper out. He closed his eyes, trying to will himself to relax.

“If it’s over, we’re here for you, pal,” Zussman said, trying to give him some sort of comfort. It wasn’t helping.

He had known Hazel his entire life, her family owning the farm next to his. They’d been something of a couple since their mid teens, always promising that, someday, they’d be married. They’d made good on that promise a month before he shipped out. Yes, they were still teenagers, eighteen and nineteen respectively, but they’d figured they could make it work. And if something happened, she’d get his pension and be able to make something of a life for herself.

“I tried to warn you…” Stiles said, smugness in his voice. Sometimes, he really wished the medic would stitch his mouth shut so no one had to hear him anymore.

“College, let the man speak.” Good ol’ Aiello, always keeping Stiles somewhat in check. He was fiddling with the drumsticks his mother sent him from back home on his cot, probably imagining playing for a crowd of people.

“Dear Red,

I’m sorry, but I need to tell you the truth. This relationship isn’t working with us being an ocean apart…”

He could hear the blood rushing in his ears. It was over. His lifelong love was gone. He wanted to scream, cry, kick something, anything but be in this tiny tent with three other men. He swallowed the lump in his throat and kept reading. He had to at least hear her out.

“…I’ll be honest, I shouldn’t have married you that day. It was a mistake. We’re too young and you’re off fighting in a war I don’t know you’ll come back from. Mr. Farley’s son, Albert, took me on a picnic after you left…”

He couldn’t read this anymore. It was bad enough that she was dumping him, but to think that she’d been two-timing him since he left? It was all too much. He ripped the letter in half and through it on the ground. He needed to get out of there.

The world was spinning around him and his heart was pounding. Why was this happening? His childhood sweetheart and best friend no longer wanted him. He stood unsteadily to his feet. He needed to be anywhere but there.

“What’s wrong, bud?” Zussman asked. He hadn’t seen Daniels like this since the day they landed at Normandy.

“It’s over. It’s over,” he kept saying, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He ran out of the tent. Aiello stood to run after him, tossing the drum sticks onto the cot.

“You guys stay here. If Turner or Pierson comes around, tell ‘em what’s going on,” he said before turning and running after Daniels.

“I’m reading this,” said Stiles. Zussman rolled his eyes. Why couldn’t Stiles pick another day to be stupid? But what if Daniels had missed something important?

“…I’ve come to realize that I am quite happy with Albert Farley. Much happier than I have been since you left. And since I know you’ll try to win my affections back if you ever make it home, I may as well say this now. I’m pregnant, and it’s Farley’s child. I can’t be with you anymore because the guilt is too much. I’ve started the divorce and I’ll marry and raise the baby with Albert. I’m sorry for ending things like this, but it had to be done. I hope you can one day forgive me, and knowing you, you probably will. So this is goodbye, Red. Sincerely, Hazel Martin”

“Aiello! Aiello, wait!” Zussman yelled. He hoped the man was in earshot so he could tell him that last thing. Suddenly he heard Aiello’s footsteps coming back in his direction.

“Please don’t tell me it’s more bad news. I don’t think he can take much more.”

“She’s pregnant. With the other guy’s kid, too. Zussman hated having to rip his best friend’s world apart. But they’d be there for him.

“Stronza di merda...” Aiello cursed. How could she do this to a guy as great as Daniels? “I’ll tell him. He needs to know,” he told Zussman. Then he turned and ran into the woods.

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“Daniels! Daniels! Where the hell are you? Daniels!” Aiello yelled, running though the woods looking for his friend. He knew how he felt, at least somewhat. The whole man’s world was being torn apart. He too had gotten the dreaded letter a week prior.

“Daniels! Where are-“ then he saw him, sitting on a downed tree looking positively ill. He’d never seen Daniels this distraught over anything. He’d never been good at giving comfort to others, but he’d have to try.

“It’s gonna be ok, man. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but you’ll be ok.” He said sitting next to him on the tree. “If she did this after all you’ve been through, she didn’t deserve you. It’ll all work out.” Empty words. He didn’t know how it would work for the man, especially once he found out about the child.

“I can’t believe she’d do this to me,” he choked on the words in his desperation to not cry. “Why? How? And with Albert Farley of all people!”

He could tell Albert, the farrier’s son, had had a crush on Hazel for a while. The way he’d talk to her, make her laugh, he’d even brought her a kitten on one occasion. He’d just never expected him to try to win her over while he was gone.

“I’ll show that Albert Farley!” Daniels said angrily. A few tears were rolling down his face now. “I’ll get my girl back and show him!”

“But you can’t,” Aiello said biting his lip. He didn’t want to tell him the next part. If he had to choose between Pierson chewing him out or telling Daniels this, he’d pick Pierson a hundred times over.

Daniels looked at him the same way he’d seen his young nephew looked when the lamp wasn’t on at night- terrified. A sobering reminder of how young Daniels was, just nineteen. Barely out of high school the year prior, and still in many ways just a kid.

“You can’t because,” he closed his eyes and bit his lip. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. He didn’t want to hurt him even worse, but he knew he had too.

“Because she’s pregnant. And it’s Albert’s. She’s gonna marry and raise the baby with him.” He winced. That was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.

Daniels got up and wretched by a nearby tree. Not only had his wife been two-timing, but she was having another man’s baby. He puked again. The very thought sickened him. The whole time he’d been gone he’d been worried about making it back home to her. And she was back in Texas messing around with another man. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and sat down on the tree again dazed.

“You want me to get the medic?” Aiello asked, concerned. He felt awful for the man.

Daniels shook his head. Instead, he put his head in his knees and cried. For Hazel, for the future he thought he had, but mostly for himself. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

Aiello sat awkwardly next to him. He had no words, no ideas whatsoever, to console the man.

“You gotta give her some credit though,” he said, biting the inside of his cheek.

Daniels looked at him with contempt, tears still streaming down his face. Why would he want to give the woman who tore his whole world apart any credit?

“At least she told you. I had to find out from my sister.” He felt awful, like he was making Daniels’ heartbreak about himself. But if roles were reversed, he knew he’d want to know someone understood the pain.

“I could tell Gracie was done, but I didn’t want to believe it. I convinced myself she was busy, that’s why the letters were getting more and more infrequent. Then last week, Sammy sent me a letter that Gracie was done. ‘She’s seeing the boy from the theater’ she said. I just wish she would’ve told me herself.” He felt like crying, this was the first time he’d admitted it to someone. That his relationship with the woman he’d planned to marry was over.

As upsetting as this whole situation was, it felt good to know that his friend knew at least somewhat how he was feeling. Aiello was right, at least she told him. He’d heard stories of how men were going home to find their houses empty and their wife and children gone.

“I just can’t believe it’s over,” he said through his tears. He was trying to calm himself down enough to go back to the camp.

“I know buddy, me either.”

***So I decided to rip apart Daniels emotionally for once instead of Aiello. I know this one is awful but I hope you liked it.***

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The Object Of Desire — Chapter Ten (Decisions & Sacrifices)

Summary: Di stirs up more trouble and now it’s more important that ever that Aerla and Camille remain discreet and there’s only one way Camille can think to do that.

Word Count: 1,077

Warnings: Student/Teacher Relationship, Angst, Breakup (kinda)

The following morning, just after sunrise, Aerla was worrying over the consequences of her impulsive actions from the night before and also wondering when the next chance she’d get to see Camille would be. Only her mind wasn’t occupied with these thoughts for long. Instead, they were once again intruded upon by Di.

"I saw you." A blatant accusation, and one that made Aerla's heart leap up towards her throat. Had she meant last night? She was sure no one had been awake when she’d snuck back into the room and under the covers of her bed. She’d been positive.

"I don’t know what you mean," Aerla denied, hoping there’d been no sign of the panic she was feeling to give her away.

"Don’t you," Di challenged. Aerla remained tight lipped. If Di was going to throw out some real threat, Aerla wasn’t about to add fuel to her fire. When Aerla refused to respond, Di became enraged. "I’d be careful if I were you. You think you have Miss G wrapped around your little finger, but just wait until she’s done with you. You’ll be shipped right back off to where you came from like Fiamma. Once she’s had her fun."

Though she didn’t give much credence to Di's threat, it had still broken something within her. Aerla had heard that name mentioned before. Fiamma. As Di stormed off, having not gotten what she wanted out of Aerla, the name repeated itself in her head, gnawing at her. What had Camille said about her? She left, that much she remembered, but she hadn’t gotten the full story. There were —how had she phrased it?— personal reasons that Fiamma had returned to Spain. So what if Di's words did have some truth to them?

After classes had concluded for the day, Aerla decided that she must see Camille. She knew that she said to wait until the time was right, but with Di targeting her, she didn’t think it wise to put the conversation off. She caught Camille just as she was exiting her classroom. "May we speak," Aerla asked.

Camille was about to refuse her and warn her against being seen together too often, but the look of seriousness that leant a harshness to Aerla's otherwise soft, rounded features gave her pause. "Quickly," she agreed, and ushered them into her classroom.

"What is it, Aerla?"

"I think Di Radfield has spotted us. I don’t know if it was in the hall, or that day in the woods. She accused me of having you wrapped around my finger. Then she mentioned Fiamma, and—"

Aerla stopped short, a bout of crying threatening to overtake her if she kept going on as she was. She took a deep breath, and started again, asking what she most needed to know. "Did you…love her? Fiamma?"

Camille knew this wouldn’t stay buried forever. She hadn’t been completely honest with her that first time, but she knew her better now, trusted her more completely. "I thought I did, for a time," she admitted. "But Fiamma," Camille paused, searching for the proper way to describe what exactly had transpired between them. "She was, enrapturing, worldly. What I felt for her was a mix of infatuation and envy for the places and things she’d been able to see in her years. It wasn’t her I admired, but her travels. I had mistaken the two, and Fiamma left after a misunderstanding. Only after she’d gone did I gain any clarity on my own feelings."

Aerla was a bit taken aback at her frankness, and so only nodded her head in understanding. She was grateful for the honesty, and what details she left out, Aerla could tell pained her. She didn’t need to know them. That was between Camille and Fiamma.

A moment passed before another thought occurred to her. "What are we going to do about Di?"

Camille sighed. She knew Di Radfield would become a problem. It was always like that with her. And once Di had it in mind to attack, she’d stop at nothing to push a wedge between them. So the only thing to do was to do her dirty work for her, at least so they made her think she’d won. "We have to be apart for a while," Camille finally said aloud, and she wasn’t sure who the words had hurt more, Aerla, or herself.

Apart? That was the last thing Aerla wanted to hear. She started to shake. "I’ll be more discreet, I promise. You can’t do this to me," Aerla wailed, no longer caring if anyone heard. She was beyond rationality at this point and it felt like her heart was being ripped from her body.

Camille sprang forward and covered Aerla's mouth with her hand. "I do not mean forever, only a while. Do you want Di to ruin this for both of us?" Aerla shook her head softly under Camille's hand, her eyes looking up at her pleadingly. "Then listen to me. Can you do that?"

Camille withdrew her hand and Aerla uttered a hushed, "Yes".

"We cannot see each other until after the winter holidays."

"But that’s—"

"Aerla," Camille interrupted. A pout painted her lips, but she quieted and let her continue. "Make it until school lets out for the holidays and I will write to you, and you may write me back if you can get away with it. This is not how I wanted things to go, but sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good. If Di were to—"

"I know," Aerla said, having understood all too well the repercussions of a tattletale. "Two months then? And you will write? Do you have my home address?"

"The school has it on file. I’ll be able to access it, and yes, I will write. I promise you I will."

While they still had a moment alone, Aerla hugged her tightly. Camille went stiff for a moment, having had hardly enough time to realize it was coming, but then her arms encircled Aerla fully and she kissed the top of her mess of red curls. When she let go, she saw the wetness pooling under Aerla's eyes, sure she’d have tear stains on her dress. "It won’t be that long," she promised. "Dry your eyes."

Aerla sniffed and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her school dress. She would be strong. She had to be. This was only a minor setback.

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Chapter Nine <- 🩵 -> Chapter Eleven

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