#willie calls him throckmorton

[caswellseyes]

Wip Writing Game

i was tagged by @molinapattersons - thanks for the tag!! these are all from my jatp horse nursery home au, because i’m procrastinating finishing up the evergreen series lol

Rules: Go to your current work in progress and share the following:

The first line from the work

By the time Alex reaches Molina stables, the rain has turned from a slow drizzle to a steady downpour, thoroughly soaking him and his bike.

The first line of your current chapter or for one shots, the first line of the tenth paragraph. 

Willie lifts their head, uncertain eyes finding Alex’s. Something about what they see must be reassuring, because the corner of his mouth crooks up into a smile.

The last line you wrote.  

“Hey,” Alex calls out to the intruder, heart beating loudly in his chest, “this is private property. If you want to wait out the storm, there’s a shed in the meadow that’s open.”

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet.

“I found a horse,” Willie says. The storm rages on behind him. A stroke of lightning strikes at just the right time to illuminate the small, scrawny pony standing behind him. “Well, a pony, technically. Uhm. Help?”

i have completely lost sight of who has and hasn’t been tagged yet, so if you see this and you want to do it, here’s your tag!

[invisibleraven]

"i'm sorry did you just call my birthday my 'womb escape'??" for the Greater Polyphantoms Polycule?

"I'm headed to the mall, you wanna come?' Carrie asked the assembled group.

"Hard pass," Luke mumbled around the guitar pick in his mouth. "But will you bring me back a soft pretzel?"

"If you can remember your manners and ask nicely," Carrie replied.

"Please?"

"Fine. Any one else?"

"I've got a dentist appointment, otherwise I would, sorry," Alex said apologetically.

Julie barely looked up from her book and shook her head, and since she was using Reggie as a chair, he just shrugged with a 'what can you do' expression.

"I'll come, I need to get some new socks," Willie replied.

"I'm down, Flynn piped up, grabbing her purse. "I gots gift cards to spend."

"Oh yeah from your..." Willie stopped, the word on the edges of his brain, but unable to make it to his lips. "Womb escape!"

"I'm sorry did you just call my birthday my 'womb escape'?" Flynn asked, hands on her hips.

"Birthday! That's the word!" Willie said with a snap. Then he looked at Flynn. "Sorry, my brain no words good today."

"Another shite in nining armour situation?" Carrie asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, now I'm double confused," Flynn said as they climbed into Carrie's little pink Bug.

"We were watching Ted Lasso," Carrie explained. "And one character had a brain fart. So they said shite in nining armour instead of knight in shining armour."

"And my brain does that sometimes. Mostly when I read, thanks dyslexia," Willie explained. "But sometimes when I'm speaking too."

"Sounds awful," Flynn replied.

"Eh," Willie replied with a shrug. "I usually just laugh it off, but it's the first time I've ever said something as dumb as womb escape."

"I mean, it is apt," Flynn conceded. "Just please never say it again."

"Seconded, I think I'm traumatized," Carrie joked.

"I'll buy you a PinkBerry to make up for it," Willie said. "Or an Orange Julius."

"What I'm hearing is that you're thirsty and magnanimous," Carrie stated. "But I will glad accept."

"Me too," Flynn stated. "Then I am hitting LuLuLemon cuz mama needs a new set of yoga pants."

"Fine by me, I think they have a sale on now anyways," Carrie replied. "Where do you wanna get socks Willie?"

"Figured I'd look around the GameStop, they have new Pokemon socks out and I wanna see if there's a Gengar pair," he said. "Plus I promised Alex I'd pick up the game he pre-ordered.

"Honestly I never would have thought of Alex as a gamer before now," Carrie said. "Reggie yes, but Alex?"

"It helps relax him," Willie said. "Plus he can kick Reggie's ass any day of the week at Smash Bros. Not Carlos' though-that kid is a killer."

"I think he'd resent you calling him a kid since he's nearly twenty, and taller than you," Flynn said.

"I've known him since he was twelve, to me he'll always be a kid," Willie stated.

"How do you think Flynn and I feel? We've known Carlos since he was in diapers!" Carrie interjected.

"Anyways, I told him I'd stop calling him kid when he could legally drink, or when he stops referring to me as his cousin Throckmorton, whichever comes first," Willie said.

"Guess he's kid for another two years then," Flynn giggled. "He's never gonna stop calling you that."

"There are worse things he could call me I guess," Willie finally said.

"Alright losers, let's go shopping!" Carrie said as they pulled into the mall.

They all barrelled out of the car, Willie leading the way, because as much as he loved the girls, and shopping, he wanted to get his smoothie on first.

[innytoes]

Alex has learned to expect everything when it comes to his boyfriend, because everything is possible with Willie, and yet his brain stutters for a moment when he comes home to find Willie flattened out on top of their kitchen cabinets with dust and spiderwebs in his hair but grinning madly down at him.

"Is this part of your prank war with Reggie?" he asked, because if it was, he was going to turn right back around and go have dinner somewhere else. Somewhere far away. Possibly in another state. Maybe Carrie's dad would let them borrow the chopper.

"No," Willie said, gleefully. "I'm just getting back my new friend. I think she's stuck."

Which was concerning, because anything Willie called a New Friend had the potential of being rabid, or scary, or generally not something you'd want in the house. In the six months they'd lived together, he'd named the spiders in their hallway, let in a raccoon, and tried to befriend a moose on their camping trip.

"William Throckmorton Covington," Alex said, trying not to wince at how much he sounded like Willie's Uncle Caleb for just a second. "What did you do?"

"Alex, meet Pixie Stix," Willie said, opening up his cupped hands as something flew down and nearly hit Alex in the face.

After all the screaming had subsided and Pixie Stix was back in her enclosure, Alex had to admit that the Sugar Glider was pretty cute.

(Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five sentences/paragraphs.)

[coochiequeens]

She was 22. One of three women in a class of 24. Her professor at the Philadelphia College of Art told her she was "taking up a good man's space" in his class. All she'd do when school was over was get pregnant and raise her child. "Meanwhile," said the professor, "a good man could have been in that space."

Some lesson! It haunted her. "He wanted to stop my future," Deborah Willis says. "To shut me down as a woman and a creative person." She found better teachers, graduated, yes, got pregnant. And started taking pictures of her pregnant self. In 1976, a year after graduation, her son was born. Raising him, shooting photos, she got a MacArthur grant, a professorship, all kinds of awards, and became the "dean of Black photography in America." Her son Hank Willis Thomas discovered these old photos and said, "Oh Ma, you've got to make work about this!"

And she did. As did, and do, thousands of women all over the world who carve out time in which to create art. Until fairly recently, their art rarely made it into hallowed museums. But this seems The Time of Women. #MeToo, 19th Amendment centennials, Kamala Harris. Women running states, countries, corporations, museums.

The Director and all the curators at PAFA, the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, are female. And the title of their current exhibition "Taking Space: Contemporary Women Artists and the Politics of Scale" was inspired by Deborah Willis' lithograph.

Motherhood is one exhibition theme, a major role of women taken seriously in fine art (makes me wonder how many men have put nude preggers in their art). Alice Neel's painting Claudia Bach Pregnant is a gorgeous stare-right-at-you display of ownership and promise.

PAFA curator Jodi Throckmorton says with these pieces by Neel and Willis "are not only taking space in the galleries they're making space in their bodies to take on the incredibly powerful work of making human beings."

I'm a huge fan of Alice Neel's. (A big retrospective of her work opens March 22 at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.) Neel was fearless. When she was 80 she made this astonishing self-portrait (please do click on the link – you won't be sorry.) It's not in the PAFA show, which only includes works from their permanent collection, but I had to mention it. See what I mean by fearless!?

"Taking Space" shows sculptures, posters, ceramics. But it's women making art of women that captures my eye. Especially how we show ourselves on canvas. Occupying space. Unapologetically.....See rest of article and for pictures of art created by women.

Ladies take up space and create art. If any ladies have art or crafts they want to share reblog with a picture.

[invisibleraven]

"You're amazing with animals." for Reggie (/ or &) Willie?

Willie blinks open his eyes, confused as to why he's awake when it's still pitch black outside.

That's when he hears it; violent vomiting and then a pitiful whine. Willie jolts out of bed and towards the living room where he finds Throckmorton lying there next to a pile of sick, looking up at him with a pitiful expression.

Willie jumps into action, lifting the poor guy into his crate, throwing on some clothes and booting it out the door and into the car. He knows of an emergency vet nearby and might ignore every traffic law in getting there.

It's only once he's in the parking lot, still breathing rapidly that he sends a text to Alex to warn him about the mess, not wanting him to be angry when he gets home from his night shift. Alex must be on break at the time, tells him not to worry about it, to give Throcky a head pat for him, and keep him updated.

Alex: If you're still at the vet when I'm off, let me know and I'll come keep you company.

Willie sends his thanks and enters the office, thankful that it seems fairly empty, approaching the desk before being given a number and taking a seat. He sticks his fingers into the crate every so often to pet Throckmorton who licks weakly at him, but mostly whines and lies there.

"I know buddy, but don't worry, the nice vet will fix you right up," Willie says, glancing at the clock. Even though it feels like he's been sitting there for ages, barely ten minutes have passed.

It's going to be a long night.

Finally the numbers favour him, and he takes Throcky back to the examination room, fingers drumming on the arms of the chair as he waits for the vet to come in. Thankfully the door opens soon after and a young guy in red scrubs comes in.

"Hey there, I'm Dr. Peters, but you can call me Reggie," he says, offering Willie a sympathetic smile. "What can I do for you and..." he checks the chart, "Throckmorton? Really?"

"It's a family name," Willie offers. He then details the problem and Reggie hums along as he does, helping the poor dog onto the examination table.

Willie's heart is in his throat as Reggie looks Throckmorton over, but has to smile as the vet charts with the dog as if he's an old friend, outlining what he's doing as he goes, as if to reassure both the dog and Willie himself.

"Well, seems this fellow got into something he wasn't suppose to," Reggie finally says. "He'll probably have a reduced appetite for a few hours, but try to get him to drink something if you can, getting sick like that probably made him dehydrated. If he's still not eating or gets sick again tomorrow, bring him right back and we can talk x-rays."

Willie racks his brain as to what Throcky could have eaten but comes up blank. Regardless he's gonna give the apartment a deep clean when he gets back to avoid it happening again. "Thank you so much."

"No problem, it's what I do," Reggie replies, and turns to Throckmorton. "And you buddy, you stay out of trouble okay? You're a beautiful doggo, but I don't want to see you back here again okay?"

Throckmorton gives a weak bark, and his tail wags a little, but he's still not his usual enthusiastic self.

"You're amazing with animals," Willie says as he helps Throcky back into his crate.

Reggie blushes and shrugs. "I've always loved them, grew up on a farm surrounded by them. This seemed like the best way to put that love to use."

"The world needs more people like you in it," Willie responds. "Thanks again." Reggie nods as Willie exits, heading home, and cleans the mess up, texts Alex that he's home before cuddling Throckmorton on the couch until they both fall asleep.

It's a few days later when Willie returns to the vet, asking if Reggie is free. The man emerges, seeming surprised to see him. "Hey Willie, is our buddy okay?" He crouches down to ruffle Throcky's fur, letting out an adorable giggle at the kisses he receive in kind.

"Oh yeah, he's right as rain," Willie replies. "But he wanted to thank you. Maybe with a coffee?"

Reggie looks up, his cheeks a pleasant pink, eyes surprised and wide before offering a small smile. Willie bites his lip and then grins back. Those eyes had been in the back of his mind for days now, as well as the sweet, patient, caring man they belonged to.

"A coffee would be great," Reggie says. "Just let me change outta my scrubs."

The receptionist fails to hide a smirk as Reggie rushes off, and then offers Willie a wink when the vet comes back in ripped jeans and a tight tank top that showcases his strong looking arms and toned build. "Flynn? I'll be back in like an hour okay?"

"Take the rest of the afternoon off sure," the woman replies. "Nick can handle the rest of your appointments. You haven't taken any time off in a dog's age Reg."

Reggie blushes, but nods, and turns to Willie. "Coffee?"

Willie grins, and takes his hand in his, offering him Throckmorton's leash in the other. "And maybe a walk?"

Throckmorton barks happily, so it seems they're all in agreement, heading out together. Flynn just smirks and wonders if she'll need to ask Nick to open tomorrow. From the besotted looks on both men's faces as they leave the clinic, her gut tells her the answer is yes.

[innytoes]

i would love to see #30 for willex

“You didn’t have to–” “I did.” (Consider this a missing scene in the Pygmalion AU. As a treat.)

The drum set arrived while Caleb was out, thankfully, shiny and perfect. He'd distracted Alex with a documentary about dinosaurs, slipping away right before the delivery people arrived (thank god for accurate apps) and waiting outside, sneaking them in to have them set up in one of the empty rooms. He tipped generously, especially because they had managed to get one of the loudest instruments in the world set up without a peep once he told them it was a surprise for his boyfriend in the other room.

Listen, when Caleb had given him an entire wing of the house, Willie hadn't known what the hell he was supposed to do with that many rooms. Obviously the one with the ridiculous bathroom and the big walk-in closet had turned into his bedroom, and the one with the nice skylights he'd turned into his art studio.

The other rooms? Well, he went in there to scream sometimes, because he liked the echo and he hated the silence, but other than that, they were empty.

Except now he had Alex. And Alex told him drums made his soul happy, and soothed his anxiety. So of course he'd gotten him drums. What was the point of his ridiculously large allowance if he couldn't buy his boyfriend some drums to wail on?

He went back to the room with a bowl of popcorn and some drinks and snuggled into Alex' side until the documentary was over. Alex pulled him close, playing with his hair and sighing happily once the documentary was over, like the giant fucking nerd he was.

"Hey," Willie said. "I have a surprise for you."

"Is it a dinosaur?" Alex asked. "Did you sculpt a dinosaur and did it come to life?"

"No, and also, no I am not going to make that my final project, no you cannot have a pet velociraptor."

Alex pouted. "What about a triceratops?" he asked.

"No," Willie said, firmly. "Now come on and let me show you your surprise." He led Alex down the hall, making him close his eyes before he opened the door. "Okay, open your eyes."

Alex gasped when he opened his eyes, head darting between Willie and the drum set. "Is it for me?" he asked, full of disbelief. Willie laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Yeah, it's for you," he promised. He nudged Alex until he went inside the room and sat down behind the drums. He looked at home there, the same way he did in Willie's beanbag, curled up with Grisaille on the table next to him, fiddling with his phone or one of Willie's old fidget spinners.

Alex ran a reverent hand over the cymbals, over the tight skin of the drum. "You didn't have to..." he started.

"I did," Willie cut him off. "Because I love you, and they make you happy."

Alex stood up, pulling Willie close. "You make me happy," he insisted, before kissing him thoroughly. Willie sighed into the kiss, melting in Alex' arms. When Alex decided he was well and properly thanked, he let go, nearly skipping back to the drum set and picking up the sticks.

Oh yeah, Willie thought at the god-awful racket Alex made, this was much better than screaming in empty rooms alone.

[innytoes]

51 + willex for the chaotic prompts please? (all of which are awesome btw)

Alex has long since accepted that life with Willie means getting grabbed by the hand and dragged from one adventure to the next with little to no say. Not that he would ever say no. Especially not given that nine times out of ten, it lead to something amazing. The other time, it was usually just chaos and destruction.

So when Willie slammed the door to their apartment open, dragging Reggie along with him, Alex figured this would be another adventure. "You'd marry me if I asked, right?" Willie shouted, making his way to the dining room and grabbing the papers he'd had spread out there. A moment later, Alex could hear the paper shredder going.

"Um," Alex said, not quite sure what was happening. Reggie made his way over to the window, peering outside anxiously. "Yes?"

"Cool," Willie said, pulling him up and kissing him soundly.

"You're not supposed to do that yet," Reggie scolded.

"Hurry up, then!" Willie said.

Reggie made his way over, grinning. "Do you, Alexander Christian Mercer take William Throckmorton Ortega to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Throckmorton?" Alex asked.

"Well?" Willie said, taking his hand and bouncing in place.

"Um, sure?" He had no idea where this little charade was going, but there was bound to be a point to it. Probably a ridiculous one.

"And do you, William Throckmorton Ortega," Reggie said, speeding up when Willie started making frantic hand gestures. "Take-Alex-Christian-Mercer-to-be-your-lawfully-wedded-husband?"

"I do!" Willie said.

"Then by the power vested in me by the Universal Life Church and the state of California, I now pronounce you husbands!" Reggie cheered. "Now you can kiss him."

Which Willie did, long and thoroughly and with a lot more tongue than Alex thought a wedding usually would have. Wait, what?

"Wait, what?"

"I got ordained on the car ride over!" Reggie beamed.

"Wait, what?"

There was a pounding at the door. "LAPD, open up!" A voice called.

"Remember, spousal privilege means you don't have to say anything to the cops," Willie said. Oh god. Oh god, this was real. He'd just gotten married to his boyfriend seconds after he'd learned his middle name was Throckmorton. He just got married.

Alex took a deep breath, crossed his fingers, and hoped this was one of those nine times out of ten, and not the one.

"Okay."

[innytoes]

For the AU ask game! Julie and the Phantoms, teacher AU

Julie is the music teacher for the Advanced Program, the fancy one she almost got kicked out of as a kid. She also teaches choir. Luke is the music teacher for the rest of the students, probably across two or three schools because eff the American Public School System, and all. He is super passionate though, and if he finds someone truly gifted, he sees about talking to their parents about the Los Feliz Music program and their scholarships.

Luke and Julie have this dramatic fake rivalry that flares up into an almost-real-rivalry whenever the schools host a Battle of The Bands across the district. Luke totally shows up to cheer for All His Students, even if their style of music isn’t his jam, because he is the most supportive teacher on the planet for kids who just want to follow their passion. 

Half the students are convinced Julie and Luke hate each other, half the students are like: enemies to lovers 200k slowburn soulmate fic. 

Flynn teaches English and is 1000% responsible for rumours on both sides of the 'Ms Molina and Mr Patterson hate each other' and the 'they're banging' side. Is the kind of teacher that will be like: I have to teach the book but here is why the book is WRONG. Has cool fun projects like Internet-Literacy and How To Fact Check Your Racist Uncle. Delights in the ridiculous stuff her students sometimes hand in.

Guidance Counsellor Alex. He is both super helpful, super compassionate, but will also just sometimes stare at you when you say something stupid and be like: '... okay.' Runs the GSA, talks about His Husband very loudly and proudly. Is the one the secretary calls when there is a Very Scary Karen and the principal is busy.

Reggie is the Funny Cool Math Teacher. He gets that some kids have a hard time with math, or had shitty teachers in the past and are kind of scared of it, so he tries to make his examples and his questions really fun. Also not afraid to bust out the cool stickers even if his students eye-roll at him. Frequently math examples use puppies or pizza. Yes you will get half a point extra for noting that the correct answer of 15 dogs is still 'not enough dogs'. He 100% has used the Cousin Throckmorton question.

When Willie came to pick Alex up from school one day, one of Reggie's students gasped and said out loud: oh my god it's him. It's Cousin Throckmorton.

When chaperoning the school dance, Reggie has 100% said ‘leave room for a golden retriever’. He has brought his golden Dolly in to demonstrate. She’s wearing a little sparkley bowtie for the occasion. He has trained her to squirm her way in between students that do not listen and start grinding. You cannot get hot an heavy when a ball of fluff and love is wriggling between you for extra pets.

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it