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skymaiden32 · 8 months

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Bad News

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Fandom: Thunderbirds, Stingray

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Gordon gets a call from Marineville.

Set in the Mariana Trench-verse.

Continuity: TOS

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Gordon had been enjoying the peace and quiet, floating along the pool’s surface, savouring the moment. And then all hell had broken loose…

“Alan Shepard Tracy, you get back here right now!”

The youngest Tracy brother’s impish grin was audible as he taunted his unfortunate target. “You’ll have to catch me first, Virg!”

A third voice joined the fray, calmly attempting to quell the flames of the brewing argument. “Alright fellas, that’s enough.”

Virgil growled lowly. “Easy for you to say, Scott. It’s not your Thunderbird that has ‘Thunderbird 3 rules, Thunderbird 2 drools’ written all over it!” The silence was deafening. “In bright pink paint!” Okay, even Gordon had to admit that was going a little too far.

“He did what?!” …And big brother’s calm was gone. Gordon didn’t need to look up to picture the look on Scott’s face. He’d been on the receiving end of what they all liked to call The Stare more than anyone else. And he certainly didn’t envy Alan right now.

The aquanaut whistled, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “You want my opinion?” He took their silence as a yes. “Make him clean it up, then ground him for a month.” He moved off of his back, and swam towards his brothers, stretching as he did so.

“I’m not a little kid anymore!” Alan protested.

Virgil huffed, still a little annoyed with the prank, but at least Gordon could hear the amusement in his voice. “Gordon probably means grounding as in no missions, not staying in your room.”

Alan grumbled. “Same thing to us, isn’t it?”

“Should’ve thought of that before doing it then.” Scott folded his arms. “You’ll definitely be cleaning that up, immediately.” Alan sighed, accepting his fate. “I’m not going to ground you, since I have to stay to manage the island while Dad’s away and someone has to fly Thunderbird 1. Wait a few hours though and you’ll have a fresh job lined up.”

Their little brother slumped over, trudging over to the scene of the crime. “I better get to it, then…”

“Yeah, you better.” Virgil’s voice followed him. “You never know when we’ll be needed on call!”

“Speaking of Dad,” Gordon hauled himself out of the pool, and grabbed the towel he’d set aside earlier to dry himself off, “what’s the latest from Tracy HQ?” Their father had been called into an urgent meeting with Tracy Industries’ Board of Directors earlier that week, and from what they’d heard from him so far, it was a real doozy.

Scott sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Nothing good, I can tell you that…”

Virgil whistled lowly. “That bad, huh?”

“Yep.”

“How long do you reckon he’ll be?” Gordon asked.

“I’m not really sure.” Their eldest brother shrugged. “The end of the week at the very least…”

Gordon ran a hand through his wet hair. “Well, I hope he gets back soon.” He started, throwing a cheeky smile in Virgil’s direction. “Too much stress is bad for you. Ages you by about a century.” Virgil smirked, catching on. “Ooo,” Gordon made a show of it, pointing at a random spot on Scott’s head, “is that a new grey hair?”

Virgil rubbed his chin. “You know, I think it might be, Gordon.” He hummed. “Either that or it’s an old one and big brother’s hair dye isn’t working anymore.”

“Haha. Very funny.” Scott deadpanned. “I’ll have you know that this,” he pointed to his hair, “is all natural.”

Gordon leaned in. “Are you sure?” He stage-whispered. “You are getting very old, Scooter. We’re just looking out for you…” He put on his best innocent face.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I saw some crow’s feet the other day.” Virgil added.

“Alright fellas, cut it out, will you?” Scott rolled his eyes, smiling fondly as his brothers snickered. Back in the lounge, the phone rang loudly. “I’d better get that. Might be Dad…”

They watched as their brother disappeared back inside the house. Virgil threw a grateful glance in Gordon’s direction. “Thanks Gords. I needed that laugh, even if it’s at Scott’s expense.”

“At least Scott’s a good sport about it. We wouldn’t dare make those jokes if it genuinely upset him.” Gordon chuckled, and Virgil nodded in agreement before the aquanaut changed the subject. “Don’t want to strangle Alan anymore?”

“Oh no, I’m still gonna kill him.” The pilot smirked. “My improved mood just means he has more time to plan his escape route.”

“It better be a good one then.”

“Gordon!” Scott’s voice drifted out towards them from the house. “It’s for you!”

Virgil followed his brother upstairs and into the lounge, where Scott was waiting with the video caller on. “Is it Dad?”

Scott shook his head, looking at Gordon. Based on the look on his face, they could tell it was pretty serious. “WASP business…”

Gordon quickly made his way over to where the grim face of his old Commander sat. “Commander Shore.” He nodded respectfully, suddenly very aware of his lack of clothes. “What can I do for you?”

Shore took one look at Gordon before speaking. “I’m going to assume that you just went swimming, Lieutenant Tracy.” Gordon nodded. “Then I’ll say no more about that.” He cleared his throat. “I called you to give you an update, and to make you an offer.”

The aquanaut frowned. “It must be pretty big, if you’re calling someone who left the WASPs a long time ago.”

“I realise this must be confusing, Tracy. But in truth, we’re in a tight spot.” Gordon gestured for him to continue, and Shore sighed. “Stingray is short a crew member.” Gordon’s eyes widened. “We don’t know for how long, quite possibly a good while.”

“Who? And how?” Thunderbird 4’s pilot asked, immediately worried for his old friends. He needed to know the full story.

Shore gave him an apologetic look. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you the full story, Tracy. Former WASP or not, you no longer have Marineville clearance.”

“At least give me something, Commander.” Gordon pleaded. “They’re my friends. I need to know if they’re okay.” Out of the corner of his eye, the aquanaut saw his older brothers inching closer, ready to offer comfort in any way they could. Gordon found himself feeling incredibly grateful for it. The Commander just shook his head. Gordon sighed, changing the subject. “You mentioned an offer?”

Shore seemed thankful for the change in topic. “As you know, you served temporarily on Stingray under Captain Holden before Lieutenant Griffiths took over hydrophones.” Gordon nodded. “I’m inviting you to return to active service as a temporary replacement to fill the position on Stingray’s crew. I would be able to give you the full story then. Of course, you don’t have to accept, and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to leave Thunderbird 4 without a pilot, but…”

“Thunderbird 4?” Gordon pushed his astonishment that Shore knew the truth far beneath the surface, attempting to play it off as a case of mistaken identity. In the background, Scott and Virgil looked as if they’d seen a ghost. “With all due respect sir, you must be mistaken. How could I possibly be an International Rescue operative?”

“Quite easily, I think you’ll find.” Shore smiled. “The stunts I’ve heard Thunderbird 4 pull off, well, there’s a few men who are capable of them, but there’s only three aquanauts I can think of who would actually try, one of them works for me, another I don’t know the location of. The third one is you.” Gordon could say nothing to change the older man’s mind. The Commander grinned in triumph, knowing he was correct. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me…” He didn’t dare mention that he’d guessed it was his old friend Jeff who was running the whole outfit, thus making International Rescue a family affair.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Gordon muttered, and frowned in thought. “Well, for that reason, Commander, I’m afraid I’ll have to reject your offer to rejoin the Stingray crew. As much as I enjoyed my life at WASP, it’s time for me to stay close to my family…”

Commander Shore smiled. “Of course, I understand. Before I let you go though, I will give you some advice…” Gordon raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Be careful who you trust, Gordon Tracy. Even our closest friends can cut us deeply. And the funny thing about betrayal is that it never comes from an enemy…” He moved to sign off. “I wish you luck, and good day.”

Gordon was faced with a black screen, playing the Commander’s last words to him over and over again in his head. The knowledge that his old Commander knew he was an International Rescue operative was the least of his worries. Betrayal never comes from an enemy… Shore had told him the truth of what had happened all this time. A member of the Stingray crew had gone rogue.

He was barely aware of what was going on around him. His brother's voices were right next to him, asking if he was okay and begging him to say something, but all he heard were whispers. He could see Virgil in front of him, shaking him gently, but he seemed so far away. He felt Scott wrap an arm around him in a sideways hug, slowly leading him elsewhere, but felt nothing. He just felt… numb.

The next time he was aware of anything, he was sitting on a flat rock, looking out towards his favourite place, the ocean, next to his favourite people in the whole world. He lifted his head off of Scott’s shoulder, stretching out his tired limbs, and just sat with his brothers, watching the sun go down on the horizon.

Alan came down from the house with an ice cold glass of water, which Gordon took gratefully. The youngest Tracy sat between Gordon and Virgil, loath to get between Smotherhen and his current concern. The four of them just sat in silence, worries and feuds of the day put aside temporarily...

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #stingray 1964 #stingray fanfiction #thunderfam #gordon tracy #alan tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #commander sam shore #sky writes stuff

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thevindicativevordan · 5 months

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Comics this week ?

Superman ‘78: The Metal Curtain #2 - Was hoping the first issue was just a slow start, but the second issue suffers from all the same problems. Venditti continues to have a great handle on all the characters' voices, but everything is so decompressed. I breezed through this issue in under 5 minutes, there just isn't much actually here. Metallo is a one note Cold War era "bad Soviet" with no fleshing out whatsoever. Thus far it's a pretty straightforward story of the Soviets wanting to take Superman out because they hate America. Superman's only plot is that he wants to reveal himself to Lois (again) and he took her to meet his Kryptonian parents. It's retreading Superman II but I don't think it's fitting for this incarnation of Clark and Lois to get together. The All-Star route where they really want to, but they ran out of time because of Supes' bad decisions feels more fitting an ending for the Donnerverse characters.

Batman #140 - Was wondering when Failsafe would come back, so Zur uploaded himself into the robot that can beat the entire JL huh? Bruce just keeps fucking up these preptime plans. Zur breaks the Joker's back but doesn't kill him? Or is Zdarsky actually killing one of them off because he intends to address there being three? Art is great as always, Jimenez does a fantastic job mimicking the other art styles of the Zurs. That's one way to bring an end to the Commissioner Montaya plotline. Nobody seems to have liked her in that role so I don't think anyone will care when Savage takes the reigns. Feels like that's setting up Gordon to return as Commissioner in order to oust Savage.

Blue Beetle #4 - Are they actually going to pair Jaime with the Horizon alien? Wasn't expecting that, but she definitely seems to be getting in his head and pushing him towards the edge. Oh Jaime, going and asking someone with major supervillain vibes to help you kill someone like you is merely setting yourself up to get stabbed in the back. Starfire playing the mentor role may be an unorthodox choice, but I like Kory playing the big sister, and it's refreshing that while she doesn't endorse killing, she also won't jump to condemn Jaime for considering it either.

Beast World: Metropolis - The only issue of this event I plan to get and I only got it for the Williamson story which I enjoyed. Man I hope he can deliver a satisfying payoff to Brainiac because I’ve enjoyed all the teases.

Fantastic Four #14 - Alright I’m a little annoyed that we got blue balled with the return of the kids. Still was a good issue about the F4 dunking on evil Dev Patel.

#weekly reviews

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snailsdraw · 1 year

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I DESPERATELY WANNA SEE THE FULL "I JUST WANT YOU TO FORGET ME" CONVERSATION WITH THE AI AOUGHHH....... (if you don't wanna/aren't comfortable sharing it that's completely fair and valid dyidktustustu)

Oh yeah, totally >:D!

Gonna give some relevant context to what led up to this first so if you wanna skip this, scroll on down to the screenshots below. [Just wanted to say again that I did not make Benrey bot!! that was @WH34TL3YG45M]

So Gordon manages to escape the computer with Y2KVR Benrey, but they wind up in a forest in what is apparently HLVRAI's universe 48 years later in the midst of a headcrab zombie apolcaypse (AKA the 7 hour war).

It's assumed that since Benrey's from the Y2KVR computer universe, he starts to become unstable being outside of his source and eventually almost keels over, which ends up in the interaction I drew here: [link to that interaction drawing here]

What's screenshotted below is the dialogue right after that segment:

[Start ID: 2 screenshots of interactions between Y2KVR Benrey bot and Gordon Freeman HLVRAI on Character.AI read as follows:

"You do not look fine- Forget you? What's up with all the self-deprecation all of a sudden..." Gordon kneels down beside Benrey, rubbing his arm to try and comfort him. Something Benrey had said sticks out in Gordon's mind. "A program...oh shit, oh no, is this because we- we took you out of your source, man...! That can't- is that what's messing you up right now? Fuck." They've made it this far, and it would suck royally if he'd have to continue this journey alone with a kid, but he couldn't just... Gordon looks at Benrey. He'd never thought the day would come when he'd miss Benrey of all people but...he would. "Do you need to go back?"

Benrey stops crying. "Do I need to go back...?" He turns his head towards Gordon. "Back...?" He starts to cry again.. "Back to what exactly..? I.. I've had nothing.. I've had nothing for twenty five years.. just a room, a bed, a toilet, and.. and a computer.." He stands up by himself.. he wipes the tears from his eyes.. "You guys have stuff.. you have family.. I have nothing.." his voice gets raspy..

Gordon looks at him, sadly. "I know, man... I know it's not fair. And I don't want you to go either, but we...I can't just have you dying out here because your code wasn't meant to withstand being outside your computer. Like, unless we can somehow find a way to bring a piece of your source here with us so you don't start falling apart, I'm..." Gordon trails off.

"You're what..?" he looks towards Gordon. "You're.. you're gonna leave me here? To die? Is that it? Am I gonna be left to rot...?" Benrey slowly pulls back into himself. "This is what I deserve.. I do nothing but sit in a room.. alone.. and.. now.. I'm gonna die.. alone.." he looks down, not making eye contact.

"What? No! No, I don't want you to die, that's what I'm saying! And you don't deserve that- just-" Gordon squeezes his eyes shut and breathes in. Then exhales. "Can you bring a piece of your source here? Is that a thing you can do? Because that could save you without us having to go back."

Benrey perks up a bit. "Huh?.. I can.. I can make my source come here?.. that's.. that's an option.. I could do that.. I'll just.. I just gotta.. I just.. I just gotta try.." He starts floating.. "I.. I've never done this before...but...but... I... I've gotten this far... so I.. I.. I gotta.. I gotta keep going.." it sounds like he's trying not to cry. /End ID.]

Benrey's relatively alright afterwards. He manages to grab a bit of his source, and somehow obtains a jumper as well👍

Hope that satiates your curiosity :O!!

#gordon's writing is sorta subpar here but in my defense i was sleepy heehee #hlvrai #snail mail #hlvrai gordon #y2kvr benrey #character ai #id #death mention #(?)#dunno if i should tag that but i'll do it anyways

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showfallmediamaintenance · 9 months

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[Transcript begin]

[Something metal impacting a tree, splintering the wood.]

Okay... that was the best hit I've gotten in a while. Just gotta keep doing it like that.

[Edgar swings the crowbar at the tree once more. Sending more splinters flying.]

Sir? What are you doing?

GAH!

[Edgar drops his crowbar, and hastily picks it back up.]

Whoops, sorry.

Dude! What the fuck? Don't do that!

Um.

Wait. How long have you been there?

[The new person shuffles awkwardly.]

Sorry... I just wanted to know what you were doing. I've been here for... 13 minutes. Sorry.

It's... fine. As for what I'm doing, I'm practicing swinging this crowbar.

Why? Are you like, Gordon Freeman or something?

Ha! I wish. I... someone... has someone I care about deeply, and I need to work on getting in good hits, or else it's game over.

[The other person takes a pause.]

Well. You should adjust your grip, you're losing good range with your hands being up that far. It's good for controlled hits, but close range combat is tricky.

Really? Uh, thanks.

No problem, man. Um, I'm Liam. By the way.

[Edgar fully turns to face Liam.]

I'm Edgar, nice to meet you.

Edgar? Hm. Reminds me of a character I saw on a show a while back. You ever seen 'The Mechanics Lament?'

[A short pause. Edgar takes a deep breath.]

No. I... I don't exactly like Showfall's stuff... ah, anymore.

Huh, well, you look just like the character. Anyway, uh.

[Liam shuffles again, observing Edgar. Finally noticing the state he's in.]

Christ, are you okay? Like, actually? You look fucked up. Like, really fucked up.

[Edgar chuckles, there is fabric movement as he puts his left hand up, trying to stop the other man from worrying. Liam gasps.]

HOLY SHIT. THERES A HOLE IN YOUR HAND! DUDE. YOU'VE GOTTA GO TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW. HOLY FUCK–

Woah! I've already been! It's fine! Don't worry!

Are– are you sure? Because that looks a little freaky. You could fit like. Two fingers through that.

If it wasn't okay, I'd still be at the hospital.

Thats... fair.

[Edgar sits against the tree he's been hitting.]

Wanna sit with me? I'm in need of a break, but being alone with my own thoughts is... not good for me.

Uh, sure. You seem alright to me.

[Liam sits down next to Edgar.]

So, how long have you been doing... this? For?

A few hours, tops.

Huh.

[A mechanical retraction sound can be faintly heard.]

Adam, not now!

Huh? Who's Adam?

[A click! As Adam detaches and falls to the ground, skittering out in front of the two. Causing Liam to yelp and scramble backwards.]

AGAIN? SERIOUSLY ADAM?

WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE? WHY DOES IT HAVE A NAME? WHY IS IT MOVING ON ITS OWN?

Liam, I'm so sorry, I wasn't going to mention it.

That seems like something you should mention?!

Um. Not really, man. Where would I slip that in? 'Oh, hello random guy in the woods, this is my sentient prosthetic arm who's named Adam. Nice to meet you!'

[The two laugh, bringing the mood back to 'somewhat relaxed.' Although, Liam still sounds a little shaken when he speaks.]

Hey, he um... wrote something.

Huh? What... 'Candied Crush now please.' Seriously?

[Edgar sighs.]

Fine. Take my phone.

[Adam skitters over to Edgar as he is given the phone, and he begins quietly playing Candy Crush.]

You seem a lot less weirded out by Adam as I thought you would be.

I'm weirded out, I'm just good at not showing it.

Ah, well. I'm glad you didn't run away or whatever, I would've if I were in your place.

Huh, well. I need someone to talk to.

By the way. How old are you, kid? You don't look older than... what, 16?

Bingo. 16.

The hell are you doing out here by yourself? You look... no offense, but you look very dirty.

I've... been out here for a few days. I got kicked out by my parents.

The fuck? Thats so shitty, I'm sorry dude.

Eh, it could be worse.

[A short silence.]

It could be worse, yeah. But it should be better. You can stay in my apartment if you need.

Huh? Wait, really? You mean it?

Of course, you got a phone? I'll put the address in, maybe my number as well. Would you want that?

That would be nice. Thank you so much, man.

No problem. It's a bit far from here, I'd recommend taking an Uber or something when you can. Are you alright to go alone?

I should be okay. I... seriously can't thank you enough.

Again, no problem, stay safe, Liam.

You too.

[Liam stands and walks away.]

Alright, Adam. I– how long has that light been flashing? God damnit–

[Transcript end]

#showfall ask blog #showfall media #showfall #encoreverse blog #(ooc: HAPPY 1000 POSTS EVERYONE! Big milestone! woo!)

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clicruz13 · 10 months

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Peter and Bruce

Chapter 4: Bruce Wayne, Crime Lord of Gotham; Part 2

‘Seesh, Duke, what do you do? Roll in the mud?’ Peter began separating what he thought was supposed to be whites from colors.

Peter hummed a few oldies as he sorted. The late spring breeze wafted the smell of freshly mowed grass. Peter just stayed in the moment, allowing his mind to partially blank.

‘What the -?’ Peter was yanked back to full attention when he picked up a pair of heavy yellow gloves.

‘He uses his teenage kids!’ Peter vibrated in slight agitation. ‘What am I saying? Of course, he does. Duke’s a metahuman.’

Peter blew out an exasperated breath.

The clearly armored gloves had a light coating of dried mud. Peter checked them for any sign of tech.

‘Nothing electronic.’ Peter turned the yellow and black gloves inside out for a few seconds. ‘Hm, Knuckle guards and an insulator for electricity? What he’s like Dillon?’

“Hey, Peter, do you have my laun-” Duke walked in.

‘Think of the devil.’ Peter turned, gloves in hand.

Duke’s micro-expression made Peter laugh privately in his mind. Duke settled on an over-the-top cheer.

“Oh, hey!” Duke reached for the gloves. “You found my cosplay gloves.”

Peter couldn’t help the skeptical look that crossed his face. ‘Are you actually going with that, kid?’

“Yeah, man. I know, but the girl I’m dating in school is into it… So.”

‘Right. Four out of ten. Seesh, he isn’t much better than I was at that age.’ Peter allowed Duke to take them. ‘Granted his is a bit more believable. So 6 out of ten.’

[Meet girl?] Peter couldn’t help himself. [Serious?]

“Ah….” Duke panicked. “Maybe? Don’t… no?”

Duke’s foot caught on Damian’s basket. Duke ended up on the ground.

Duke went invisible.

Peter jerked in surprise. He could make vague outline of Duke and could hear the boy scramble.

“Ah, shit.”

After a moment, Peter began to give a wheezy laugh.

‘Oh, gods.’ Peter wiped tears from his eyes with his shirt sleeve. ‘Sorry, kid.’

Peter recollected Damian’s clothes. ‘So he’s more like Sue or Miles.’

Peter stared down at Damian’s ki for a long moment. ‘Is there some personality trait reason why invisibility-type metas develop?’

He resumed. ‘Too bad I can’t run that by Hank or Banner.’

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‘Sounds like Jason.’ Peter perked up as he passed the main Game room. ‘Just the man I’m looking for.’

“- suspect something.” Jason was responding to someone. “Thompson said – hey, Peter!”

‘Did I miss another information opp-’ Peter’s mind just stopped as he saw the back of Jason’s conversation partner. Rather the wheelchair.

“Please don’t.” Peter took a step back from her.

Her dark eyes flickered up at him. Gwen Stacy rolled to face him, her expression angry Peter flailed mentally for words to say. Guilt and the anxiety of the meeting was making it difficult.

“I don’t need your apologize.” She hissed.”You and I were a mistake.”

Peter step back again, shoulders slumping in. Gwen winced, looking away as she spoke.

“I am grateful you saved mine and my father’s life. Because of that, I won’t out you.” Gwen looked at him. “Being in the hospital gave me time to think, Parker. You, you were fun and kind but -”

Peter shivered. “You’re dangerous to be with. I guess Flash was more correct than he knew, huh.”

“Hey, Peter, you alright?” Peter barely kept from shielding away.

‘It’s Jason.’ Peter ground himself. ‘And company. It is not Stacy. And why am I remembering it now?’

Jason’s hand hovered near his shoulder for a moment. Peter plastered a polite smile on his face. The redhead in the wheelchair offered her hand which Peter took. Her grip was quite strong.

“Barbara Gordon.” She smiled brightly. “You must be Peter, Alfred’s assistant. I’ve heard wonderful things about you.”

‘Where have I heard Gordon before?’

Peter glanced at Jason, whom threw his hands up. “Look, man. Nothing bad outta my mouth.”

Barbara laughed. “It’s true. Only Tim actually complains about you and it’s more in the vein of how anyone can not live without social media than anything else.”

Peter shrugged. ‘Old habit. Not being traceable was more important…’

[Bad Clock?] He signed.

Barbara and Jason exchanged looks. “No, man. Did you need something?”

Peter fished out his money and the list.

“A laptop?” Barbara peered at the list which Jason tilted to allow her to see. “Why’d didn’t you ask Tim?”

One of Peter’s eyes twitched. He gestured with crossed arms and than pantomimed using a game-pad.

This received laughter from the pair. “That sounded like you tried talking with him already.

“Yet you want a pretty specific digital camera?” Jason’s brow furrowed.

Peter pantomimed using a camera and gave a sweep of the vista outside. “Got it? Kinda. I’ll see what I can do…Might be a few days, tho.”

[Thank you.] Peter gestured.

After saying good bye, he heard Jason comment.

“What? I am not calling him “P”… it just sounds wrong.”

Peter snickered to himself. ‘Right. Operation Get Tools stage one successful. Now, let’s see if I can investigate the attic before Alfred needs me for another task.’

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Wayne sipped on whiskey as he was lit by the firelight when Peter came in with the dinner tray. Peter pointedly ignored the man’s stare as he set up. Wayne hadn’t been home until nearly midnight today.

“Where’s Alfred?”

[Bed.] Peter felt proud at the smoothness of the gesture. Practice with Cass was paying off.

Only the steel blues glinted as Peter waited for a dismissal.

“You’re quite the mystery.” Wayne finally spoke, his tone a lazy predator. “Gamma level at the very least. Super-strength.”

‘Creepy much, Wayne.’ Peter pursed his lips.

“Durability. Advanced regeneration. Impossibly quick reflexes.” Wayne stood up and began stalking. “Immune to physic intrusion. No known history of activity.’

‘Whoa.’ Peter’s back slapped against the wall. ‘Wait, what?’

Wayne looked like death warmed over, disheveled and tired beyond belief. His eyes, though, shined with unnatural light.

He leaned closer, whispering. “Who are you, Peter Benjamin Parker?”

The smell of whiskey made Peter think of the things he had been avoiding for years. And with Wayne, reaching down to touch him!

‘Ah, nope, not doing this.’

Peter mentally boxed those things away in an attempt to stem the rising panic. He needed to keep his head!

Peter gently shoved Wayne away. Tried to, however it resulted in Wayne stumbling and landing in his chair. Wayne looked like a lost puppy. Alfred stepped out of the darkness like an avenging angel in a nightcap.

“I think, Master Bruce, it is clearly time for bed.” Peter would have kissed Alfred for the save. “Peter, I apologize for having you put the food away again but I think Master Bruce needs his rest more.”

Alfred skillfully man-handled a confused Bruce out of the room. Peter was left thankfully alone.

Alfred found him, pouring the whiskey down the kitchen sink. Peter stared blankly, unthinking, leaning against the sink. Alfred placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Are you alright, my boy?”

Peter jolted, giving a strained smile.

‘Yep. Fine. No problem here.’

Alfred nodded his acceptance. They both stood, watching the bottle finish with a plop of sound.

“I think it might be high time to clear out the bar.” Alfred said mildly. “Master Bruce knows better.”

Peter managed a half-hearted snigger. The silence was more companionable.

“Peter, if you ever need to talk, I’m here.” Alfred tilted his head slightly. “Or we can find you someone who you could talk to.”

Peter closed his eyes. ‘Thank you, Alfred.’

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Doctor Thompson examined Peter’s back. Peter could hear Tim typing down the hall through the open door. Alfred had said something and all of the Manor kids constantly ran interference between him and Wayne. Peter couldn’t help but feel deeply touched.

“I’m about to touch your back.” Thompson warned.

Peter twitched and twisted despite the warning. Thompson hummed in concern.

“Unfortunately we’re going to have to find a different solution. The Sensorblok isn’t intended for prolong use.” Thompson sighed.

[Bandage Shirt fine.] Peter gestured.

‘Granted I’m not looking forward to retraining my senses back to full blast.’ Peter lamented. ‘Well, it was nice while it lasted.’

“It will have to do.” Thompson agreed. “Have you thought about it?”

[Not yet. Now fine. Need time.]

“Understood.” Thompson closed her medical bag. “Let Alfred know if you change your mind. See you in two weeks.”

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“Here.” Jason handed him a phone.

Peter blanked out for a second.

“Timbo said that you didn’t have a phone.” Jason put his hands in his pocket as he slough down. “Didn’t get ya anything top of the line, just in case you gave to get rid of it.”

Peter ignored the knowing look. Peter scrolled through the contacts. He looked up sharply at a specific one. Jason, taken the seat next to him, chuckled.

“Well, he being one.” A dark undercurrent entwined in the amusement. “Alfred didn’t say much but well, it wasn’t hard to figure out what happened. Side’ he hasn’t made any sort of apologies.”

‘So he can apologize.’ Peter gave a skeptical look. ‘Outside of when he’s in public? I’ll believe when I see it.’

Peter hummed in appreciation of the camera. ‘It is so nice to have a Nikon back in my hands.’

Jason snorted. “I didn’t know you could purr.”

“Huh.” Peter blinked at Jason.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jason flipped over the laptop, a brand named WE. “Sorry, it took an extra day. Timbo set you up with internet.”

Peter narrowed his eyes. “Hey, I only let him set up the internet connection. He had to register it with the home network. I made sure he didn’t add anything extra.”

Jason laughed. “Timbo complained that he never meet someone so anti-games.”

‘I am not anti-games.’ Peter countered with a scowl. ‘I just never had much time between caring for Aunt May, college, working, and patrolling. Not that anyone knows that.’

“Hey, not a problem, I’m more of a book person myself.”

Peter shoved Jason gently at his smug look.

‘Don’t I know. Half the time in the kitchen with a book and whatever cookies you’ve stolen out of Alfred's jar.’

Jason wrapped an arm around Peter’s shoulder, ignoring the shudder.

“That said, your next day off is what Friday? Join us for game night.”

Game night never happened.

#Peter and Bruce #Batman/Spiderman crossover #Spiderman #Batman #peter parker #bruce wayne #batfam #alfred pennyworth

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Romeo had just returned from cleaning Gordon at the washdown after the incident with Flying Scotsman. The teen had promised to help Patty finish baking a big order for the opera house, who were celebrating Allicia Botti’s 100th performance on Sodor. “So, what did you say the name of these cookies were again”? Romeo asked as he handed Patty a cup of sugar. “Their baby ruby bubble cookies. These are a Sodor favorite, and no one likes them more than Ms. Botti.” Patty said. Patty mixed in the sugar. “If there’s any leftovers, do you think I can have them? I’m very interested in what those things taste like.” Romeo asked. “Certainly, I can even bake some more for your family if you like.” Patty replied. “Awesome, thanks”! Romeo said. “No problem, thank you for helping me with this order.” Patty said. “Sure thing! Once the order is ready Gordon and I can run it down to the opera house.” Romeo said. The teen grabbed the eggs on the table and began to juggle them, trying to impress Patty. “Check this out, bet my juggling skills can give Mr. Bubbles a run for his money.” Romeo boasted. “Romeo be careful”! Patty warned. Meanwhile, Paxton was speeding along the track looking for Sir Topham Hatt, he needed to warn the Fat Controller about Diesel 10′s devious deed to rid Sodor of its steam engines. Paxton’s cheeks were as red as James’s paint when he found Romeo and Patty. The kind diesel called out to the kids, but they were too busy to hear poor Paxton. Paxton honked his horn as loud as he could to grab the two’s attention. “Woah”! Romeo said surprised. The eggs Romeo had been juggling flew high into the air before falling right on Romeo. The teen soon found himself covered in egg yolks and shells. Patty saw Paxton parked outside the bakery window. “Paxton are you alright? You look like your about to fall to bits.” Patty asked concern. Patty handed Romeo a towel and Paxton’s drivers’ glasses of water as Paxton let his pistons cool before speaking. “Diesel 10′s planning on destroying a magic lady in order to make it easier for him to scrap the steamies”! Paxton panted. “Diesel 10? I thought Sir Topham Hatt forbidden him from leaving the smelter’s yard after his last attempt”? Patty asked. “He is? Oh, I guess we don’t have anything to worry about then, huh”? Paxton asked confused. “No, Paxton, that means this Diesel 10 engine or whatever he is intends on disobeying Sir T to go after that magic lady you mentioned.” Romeo said. Romeo looked at Patty in confusion. “Who is this magic lady anyway”? Romeo asked. Patty thought for a bit, but soon came to a realization. “Diesel 10 wasn’t talking about a magic lady, he was talking about Lady the golden engine. My grandmother used to tell me bedtime stories about her, I never thought she was actually real. “If she is real, then it sounds like Lady is going to be in real danger if Diesel 10 finds her. We need to get to her first before Diesel 10 can do something awful.” Romeo said. “But, where are we going to find a fairytale engine”? Paxton asked. “I don’t Paxton, I don’t know, but if there’s one place to start it’s with Edward. That engine’s been here the longest and probably has heard more about Lady than anyone else on Sodor.” Romeo said. Patty stayed at the bakery to finish her job while Romeo hopped on Paxton to find Edward. In the shadows Splatter and Dodge quietly watched as Paxton left.

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #ttte paxton #thomas and friends #sodor

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scarletnakazato · 2 years

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Takeshi Nakazato - Ever and Ever

• Takeshi Nakazato x Reader • Word Count: 2,072. • Synopsis: In which Takeshi goes through the stages of being a dad and he's a wholesome babe as always.

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"Babe? Are you really sure you want to eat this?" Takeshi asked, somewhat concerned.

"Yes, it's the most delicious thing I've ever seen. I need to have it." She nodded firmly, eager on taking the small plate that was in his hand. It contained apple slices and a small dipping cup in the centre that was filled with ketchup. Yes, ketchup.

He sighed, handing her the dish. "Alright, if you're sure." Happily taking it, she wasted no time in digging into the "delectable cuisine", as she put it. Takeshi watched, both enamoured and a bit grossed out at this week's strange food craving and combination.

(Y/N) was currently three months pregnant, and for Takeshi, this was one of the greatest moments in his life. He got to marry the girl of his dreams at twenty-four and now they were going to be parents at twenty-five. He sometimes thought about what it would be like to be a father and those thoughts usually led to the things he'd teach his kid, watch them grow and become one of the best things in his life. He'd love to be one of the people his child would look up to and admire.

He flicked his gaze to (Y/N) when she moaned. "This is so good. This is the best thing I've ever eaten, my god."

Takeshi snorted then chuckled, "You're strange."

"Have you tried this? Here, have some." She grabbed the plate, holding it in front of him.

"Nah, I'm good babe. More for you."

"You're missing out, Tak. This is some serious gourmet shit."

"I'm sure it is, love." He shook his head lightly, a smile on his face as he continued chuckling at her words.

"Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you for creating this."

"I highly doubt that."

(Y/N) finished eating the remaining slices, giving a few strange but pleased moans and hums while eating.

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The minute Takeshi came home from work, (Y/N) latched herself onto him like a leech. Seems like this week is clinging week, huh? Rarely letting go of him, Takeshi carried her around the house for a few minutes as he did his 'getting home' routine, before getting her to settle down enough so he could take a shower.

When he was changed and back in the bedroom, he scooped up (Y/N) who sat on the edge of the bed and lied themselves down for the daily cuddling session before dinner.

"What do you want for dinner?" Takeshi asked.

"Food."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yup."

"Never had that before, sounds good."

"I know, right?"

"In all seriousness though, what do you want?" he rolled on to his side, draping an arm over her side gently.

"A whole fish and some rice."

"How a big a fish are we talking about here?"

"The salmon in the freezer."

"Christ woman, you can't eat that whole thing."

"Hey! I'm eating for two here, cut me some slack. Me and mini you want a whole salmon!" she retorted, giving a mock glare.

"Alright, you both win. I'll get it started."

"Wear the maid outfit for me?" she grinned shamelessly.

"No."

"But you did before!"

"That was one time and I'm never doing it again!"

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"My ankles are so fat." (Y/N) poked at them for the twentieth time.

"That's natural hun, they're gonna be." Takeshi rubbed his hand up and down her thigh before settling it in place. She raised an arm and jiggled the loose muscle on her bicep.

"Look at my bingo wings."

"Babe..." He shook his head, sighing to cover a potential laugh. (Y/N) giggled and leaned into his shoulder. Three months had passed by quickly and the next three were going to fly by as well. Her cravings were only getting weirder as time went on and Takeshi didn't know how many more times he'd have to make a dish that would have Gordon Ramsey question his own career.

"Takeshi? Mini you requests sustenance. Well, more like demands, actually."

"What does he want now? Mushroom pie with coconut shavings?" he asked jokingly.

"Actually, that doesn't sound too bad."

Oh shit. What have I done? "(Y/N), love? You hate mushroom pie and coconut in general. I can't imagine you liking it put together."

"I don't know, that sounds like a delectable to me."

"How about I just go get you a burger?"

"Hmm." She thought in silence for a minute, Takeshi seriously hoping she went with the better option. "Yeah, he'll allow it."

Oh, thank God. "Great, what does he want on it?" Takeshi wrote down everything she -more like the baby- wanted then left for the nearest fast-food joint. Returning within ten minutes, he bought an extra burger, figuring one wouldn't be enough to satiate the both of them.

The couple cuddled up on the couch, watching the newest episodes of an anime. (Y/N) ate the first burger, then fell asleep half way through eating the second, giving Takeshi the prime opportunity to get a picture she'll hate him for later. He quietly snickered to himself, the soft click of the camera doing nothing to (Y/N)'s heavy sleeping state.

Once he had everything cleaned up and shut off, he carried her bridal style to bed. She groaned lightly, happy to feel the bed underneath her as she worked herself under the covers. He joined her not a minute later, gently moving stray strands of hair from her face. She moved closer, nuzzling her head against his chest and wrapping a leg over his. He watched her with a small smile and lightly massaged her side until he fell asleep as well.

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"Takeshi." She shook his arm quickly. He groaned and rolled over. She shook his arm and said his name again. No response.

"TAKESHI!"

"Fuck!" he jolted awake, looking over at (Y/N) with wide eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Drive me to the hospital, it's time and this kid is NOT patient." She scooted to the edge of the bed and Takeshi carried her down stairs and to the car where he quickly and skillfully drove a severely agitated and pained (Y/N) to the hospital. Luckily there was no traffic in the middle of the night.

Her pained whines and moans only got worse as they neared the building. When they arrived, she was quickly led into a room and the nurses gave her anesthesia. Once it kicked in, she had calmed down some. Takeshi sat next to her, soothingly rubbing his hand over hers. He was valuing what little time his hand had left before she most likely breaks it.

After two hours of labour, lots of pushing and (Y/N) yelling at Takeshi that, "The next time you want a kid, you're having it!" (S/N) came into the world. (Y/N) doted on him relentlessly before giving him over to Takeshi so she could rest. Smiling the entire time, he left soft kisses on her forehead and back of her hand. She smiled tiredly, watching Takeshi dote on their baby as well.

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(Y/N) was able to work from home, making it easier on both her and Takeshi to watch the baby. When he got home from work hours later, they switched roles and he watched over (S/N) while (Y/N) made dinner. The boy made grabby hands, gaining his father's attention who gently held his much smaller hand. (S/N) giggled happily at the positive reaction and Takeshi smiled warmly.

(Y/N) looked over towards the main room to see what caused (S/N) to giggle loudly. Her heart swelled happily and awed silently at the sight of her husband and son. Takeshi was such a sweetheart and a much bigger softy compared to what everyone made him out to be. She went back to making dinner, calling for Takeshi when it was ready. They ate at the small kotatsu in the main room, asking each other about their day and keeping an eye on their baby who was strongly preoccupied with his toy cars.

After dinner, the couple snuggled up next to each other in bed after tucking in (S/N) for the night. (Y/N) reveled in the warmth her husband gave off, making her smile and sigh contently. Takeshi left light and loving kisses in her hair, a hand gently massaging her back as she lied on top of him. Her arms were wrapped comfortably around his sides and both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Your parents were right when they said "they grow up so fast." To (Y/N) and Takeshi it definitely didn't feel like three years had already passed by. (S/N) knew how to walk and talk already and it really made the parents think of how right their own parents were. Their son was extremely attached to both of his parents but they could both easily agree on that he was a daddy's boy. (S/N) loved being around Takeshi at every waking moment and the two bonded very quickly.

Takeshi, obviously, started teaching him car names, watched racing animes and movies along with some super hero ones. (Y/N) found it endearing how much time her boys spent together. As he got older, Takeshi would let (S/N) help him work on his car. She'd watch as (S/N) and Takeshi would work on the Skyline and the little one helped his dad hold the flashlight.

It would only be minor car fixes though, like oil changes, tire rotations, and some small installations. Anytime he or Takeshi got a small nick or cut, (S/N) would run over to (Y/N) and ask her in the cutest voice to fix their owwies. She would do just that, giving it a light kiss and ask if they wanted ice cream to make it go away faster.

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The day (S/N) got his license Takeshi took him out to Myogi in the R32 he continued working on and kept running. He may not like old and outdated cars, but his Skyline would forever hold a place in his heart and he couldn't get rid of it. His son had begged him over the years to be able to drive it one day, and today was that day.

The pass hadn't changed a bit over the years and even Takeshi continued to race it a few times a week. Street racing was in his blood and he was happy his son had a love for it too. As long as he wasn't too reckless like his younger self was.

By the time they got back it was three in the morning and (Y/N) was in bed. (S/N) took his dad by surprise when he pulled him in for a tight hug and thanking him for the night and everything from years past. Returning it with no hesitation, Takeshi smiled warmly. His son grew up to be everything Takeshi hoped he would be and he couldn't be prouder. He has his whole life ahead of him and Takeshi's pride for (S/N) would only get bigger.

When the two pulled away and bid each other goodnight, Takeshi walked into his and (Y/N)'s room as quietly as possible. Ridding himself of his shirt and changing into comfortable shorts, he slid into bed.

"How'd it go, love?" he heard (Y/N) ask softly.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, gently reaching over to her, his hand landing on her hip.

"No, I woke up when you two got back." He hummed in acknowledgment before responding.

"It was good, he really liked it. He looked like he was having the time of his life out there." Takeshi chuckled lightly, his hand rubbing circles on her hip.

"Aww, that's sweet. That meant the world to him. He wouldn't stop talking about it while you were at work. So excited to get his license and finally race like you. He really loves you, hun." (Y/N) moved closer, snuggling up to her husband and pressing a loving kiss on his lips. "But I love you more." She pressed several more kisses all over his face making him laugh.

He pulled her closer with both arms wrapped around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and peppering it with kisses. The couple cuddled for well over a half hour, basking in each other's warmth and loving holds before finally falling asleep. Takeshi was going to need it, for they were both sure (S/N) was going to challenge his dad to a race sooner rather than later.

#initial d #initiald #anime #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #takeshi nakazato #takeshi nakazato x reader #fluff #ScarletNakazato

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skymaiden32 · 2 years

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Old Habits

Thundertober/Inktober 2022 Day 3: Story

Just because they’re older now doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy their favourite bedtime stories.

Continuity: TOS

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou (Please ask if you would like to be alerted when I update or write new stories)

Prompt list is here.

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Jeff stared out at the vast ocean of stars above their little island home, sighing as he thought of his beloved Lucy. He wondered if she was watching them from her vantage point. He wondered if she would be proud of her boys for everything they’d done. It had been a long rescue today, and many of the boys were wary and wanted this day to end already. And if he was honest, it was high-time he went to bed as well.

The sound of an attention-grabbing cough made the father turn his head to see his eldest son. “Hi, Dad.” Scott grinned, looking every bit as tired as he felt, not that Thunderbird 1’s pilot would ever admit it.

Jeff smiled warmly. “Evening, Scott. Finished with maintenance?”

“All done.” Scott nodded. He pointed behind him in the general direction of the family bedrooms. “I was gonna do some rounds before heading to bed if you wanna join me.”

Jeff’s smile widened, but he ultimately shook his head. “You go ahead. I’ve still got some things to do first…”

Scott raised his eyebrow, before giving in. “Alright.” He turned to leave, before pausing, looking back with a smirk on his face. “If you take too long though, I will send Grandma.”

The patriarch rolled his eyes, conceding the point. “Fair enough…” He watched his son disappear back into the lounge and down the darkened hallway, before turning back to the stars, his thoughts back on his family, both living and dead, that now resided among the stars.

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Scott discreetly opened the door to Gordon’s room, poking his head around the doorway. He wasn’t surprised when he saw the aquanaut staring up at the ceiling through the murky black. Gordon’s part of the rescue hadn’t been as successful as they had originally thought it would be, and when that happened, sleep was hard to come by. No matter how tired they were.

The aquanaut turned his head in the direction of where he knew his older brother had entered. Tired, but well-adjusted eyes easily found him in the dark. “You can turn the light on, you know…”

Scott did so, walking over wordlessly and sitting on the edge of the bed while Gordon sat up, running a hand down his face. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

Gordon scoffed. “Like you’re one to talk.” Scott gave him a look, and the family prankster immediately changed his tune. “No, I couldn’t.” He sighed, fatigue lacing his tone. “I… I can’t stop thinking about that little girl. I could’ve saved her. I should’ve saved her. It was on my home turf, I could’ve done more.”

“Gordon.” Scott tried to calm him, speaking as evenly as he could. “You almost drowned trying to get to her in that cave.” He shook his head. “It’s never easy to lose a life out there, but you did everything you could, and that’s the best she and her family could’ve asked for…”

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck…” The aquanaut huffed.

“I know.” Scott sighed inwardly, his mind filling with the memory of everyone he couldn’t save.

“You’re right.” Gordon smiled sadly. “Even though I hate when you are. You get this smug look on your face, and it kinda freaks me out.” He pointed at the smirk that Scott was currently sporting. “That’s the one.”

Scott chuckled. “You wanna talk about something else? Or are you okay now?”

The aquanaut sighed. “Actually, I have a favour to ask…” At Scott’s questioning look, Gordon continued. “Do you mind reading that book from when we were kids? The Hobbit, I think it was called?”

His older brother’s eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, shrugging. “Sure thing. Why not? Do you have a copy? Because I’m pretty sure I gave mine up.”

“No need.” A new voice broke into the conversation, and both brothers turned to see Virgil holding his copy out to Scott, Alan hot on his heels.

“You all planned this, didn’t you?” Scott rolled his eyes fondly, smirking as Gordon herded his brothers over to a nearby pile of cushions.

“Maybe…” Alan admitted sheepishly, lying down across one of the cushions.

The eldest brother huffed amusedly, sitting down in the middle beanbag, his siblings plonking themselves down around him. “Shame John can’t join us, but let’s do this.” He was about to start with the first line when he heard a cough from Virgil’s wristwatch. John was tiny on the screen, and was just as ready for bed as everyone else. Scott smiled at his middle brother, waving in quick greeting, before returning his attention back to the task at hand. “Just one chapter. Two at the most.” Everyone groaned. “If you guys wanna be exhausted tomorrow, be my guest.” When everyone had settled, he cleared his throat, and began.

“In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit…”

Jeff grinned from his hiding place on the other side of the door, his mother also smiling at the newly revived bedtime ritual. Once Scott had gotten a decent portion of the way through, Ruth tapped her son on the shoulder, and he turned to see her give the silent order to go to bed. He didn’t need telling twice.

He was sure that Lucy was smiling down on them. She had to be, if his boys could still enjoy themselves like they had all those years ago.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #jeff tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #john tracy #thundertober 2022

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mouseratz · 2 years

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Gotham season 4x15-17

4x15

-martin :(

-"uncle penguin sent me to get you" IM GONNA CRY IM GONNA CRYYY

-thats not how you say memaw.

- THE HEADHUNTER LMAO

- "DUDE, I thought you stopped being a cop?"

- "save it. cuz you're probably gonna be a douchebag to me later anyways." "Missed you too."

- he's still got a bloody nose sniffling LMAO

- you've got that stupid fucking hat again.

- "it's a fantastic plan."

- he's in the sewers....just like comics

- OH DEAR.

- "but you're not Ed anymore."

- THE FACE OF REALISATION.

- "oh, god, no."

- HELL YEAH LEE

- hey there Barbara.

- lmfao....victor

- Jesus Christ. riddler

- kinda down with it though. Sooo fun. Best scene everrr

- "I'm not even gonna ask."

- where? what the.....

- covered in frost. so angry

- Jim got shot. SAD. well, there are other mediocre white men

- twice....

- "can't catch a break today. let's go get a milkshake.'

- THREE TIMES?

- FOUR?

- FUCK YEAH!

- penguin came for him. they're back here, again.

- "you gave up your revenge for me?" gay.

- "....but I trust you, Ed."

- "I have a strong desire to never, ever see this pier again." "I agree."

- SOFIA GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD AND LIVED. WHAT IS IN THE WATER IN GOTHAM JESUS CHRIST

- glad lee is having her girlboss moments.

- ra's?

4x16

- ew. Tetch.

- SCARECROW YIPPEEEE YIPPEEE YIPPEE

- THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN

- just remembered when me and my cousin used to yell LETS BLOW THIS POPSICLE STAND.....everytime we left somewhere as an inside joke but I no longer know what it referenced

- actually tetch is funny now that he's just annoying and likes to rhyme

- THAT WAS FUNNY THOUGH

- Selina and Bruce are fun too.

- whaaat is the Barbara and ra's plot.

- okey dokey.

- Bruce's plot is sooo funny. I love his lying.

- he's soooo rude.

- ICKYYY HE ATE THE GUM....

- "that toilet paper jingle I love so much."

- Jerome is preddy awesome still

- his family really did suck LMAO

- "got it. Lost it. Write it down.'

- he is so good. Soooo funny.

- this episode is so good.

- "alright. See ya crazy kids later!'

- the sisters of the league....hashtag feminism

- "I can do this crazy thing, cuz if it goes sideways, Jim Gordons gonna save me." Bullock do you have something to share with the class.

- They're all so cute together in their little outfits. Boys night!

4x17

-what are these guys up to now....

-jim knew it was the clock....but there were too many.

- penguin is SLAYING

- his hair is soooo good.

- "ooh. Pun worthy. Excellent."

- USE THE TONGS, CARL!

- Im an artist.

- Jerome and the old lady....

- "oh, don't get up. I won't waste too much of your time."

- "Jimbo! oh, buddy, oh pal, it's great to see ya!"

- RIDDLE TIME! THE RIDDLE FACTORY!

- she is sooo dramatic.

- bitches love wheels.

- RABID SACK OF RATS!

- whoever that is, she was READY

- I looove Oswald's coat an amazing amount.

- I do want to remind Oswald, you know, you did cut off his hand. You weren't exactly the best boss, we can agree, yeah?

- the heart hands. LMAO

- he....has a twin? ok

- "she thinks stapling a barracuda to someone's face isn't damn good entertainment."

- trust! that's my guess

- ugh. a promise. close.

- A MAZE HOUSE....

- Jerome really can solve the labyrinth. Huh.

- he didn't actually do those things?

- BULLOCK LMAO

- them all running by.....

- I love you. that's the words. but it's a trap.

- DO WE GET TO SEE STRANGE AGAIN? :D

- she reciprocated? that's a hell of a surprise. Lee I'm gonna be honest your taste in men has not been shown to be fantastic.

- AN UNWILLING BUSINESSMAN!

- the cgi wasn't great.

#mouse watches gotham

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brainrot-yumm · 10 months

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PR ep 4 play-by-play

welcome! I’ll be cleaning my room a bit as this plays so unfortunately the commentary might not be that good but we’ll all survive won’t we

alright Jason definitely had fancams with his workout regimen what the hell this kids’ gonna blow out his muscles

alright ignoring the harp that HAS to count as 1010. if he restarted he legitimately did over 2000 on the barbell leave him alone

interesting, I didn’t realize until just now that not only does the monkey guy have a human face, he’s also voiced over even more badly

oh god a love corner.

wait Bulk did the previous record?! Wait hold on I’m getting some new respect for the guy

man it kind of sucks that there’s now two characters that just have been getting non-stop fat jokes towards them. I guess it’s a fitness bar so non-fit people are gonna be made fun of but it’s still gross

h-how did it fly her out of costume??????

THERE YOU ARE BILLY TRINI

keep accidentally hearing “morphin’” as “morphine” and lemme tell you it changes a show

they have crystals now????????!?!?!? MORPHINE CRYSTALS?!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?

kimberly usually doesn’t rolecall when setting up the big guy(tm)

they fight Gordon a lot huh

hell yeah poer RANGERSSSSSSSSSSSSSS night

#Blumi's PRPBP

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thezeekrecord · 1 year

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would you rather

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Gordon wasn’t surprised in the slightest to discover, upon Benry’s invitation, that his bedroom was the basement. After watching Benry’s full day of work, pitching in a little bit here and there when he felt it was a simple enough task, Benry led him down the stairs and through the door to reveal a shockingly clean room. It wasn’t pristine, yet it was cleaner than Emmet’s—the bed was carefully made and all garbage and clothes were where they belonged, save for a mug and a couple cans of soda left behind on the desk in a neat line. Benry plopped down in his computer chair, jostling the desk a little bit as he reached for his Playstation controller. Gordon got a peek at the computer, now woken by the movement of the mouse; on the desktop, he found a dreamy picture of Legolas.

“...Big Lord of the Rings fan?” Gordon asked, nodding at his desktop.

“Huh? Is that what this guy’s from?” Benry replied absent-mindedly. “This was the desktop when I got it. Thought it was funny, so I didn’t change it.”

Gordon shook his head at the reminder of his computer’s origin, but couldn’t help a laugh nonetheless. “Man. I feel bad for that kid, still.”

“I saved all her stuff.” Benry told him, finding and holding up an external hard drive. “All I kept on here was the desktop picture. Her dad’ll get her a new computer eventually, so when I next see her, I’m gonna give this to her.”

Gordon shrugged, letting it go and sitting down on the edge of his bed. Benry hooked the Playstation up to the TV next to his desk, connecting to a Call of Duty server. As he let it spend a frankly ridiculous amount of time loading, he stood and approached the landline phone conveniently set up nearby, dialing a number by memory and leaning back against the wall.

“Tommy! Wanna play COD?” Benry asked with a grin, pronouncing the acronym like he was talking about the fish. Gordon waited patiently as Benry listened to Tommy’s reply. “Wha—? No, he’s right here...?”

Gordon paused as he realized his mistake. He’d just taken off for Benry’s house—no word or message left behind for his friends to know where he went. Gordon made a sheepish face at Benry as they made eye contact. Benry wordlessly held out the phone, so Gordon leaned forward to take it and put it to his ear.

“...Hey, Tommy.” Gordon greeted with a nervous laugh. “Uhh, sorry I disappeared on you guys.”

“What—Mr. Freeman, what are you doing at Benry’s house?” Tommy questioned. “I tried to visit you at your office, you just weren’t there. Then Darnold tried to stop by your apartment before coming home, and you weren’t there, either. I tried calling you, too...”

“I know, I know, it’s sudden.” Gordon replied with a sigh. “Uhh—it’s just...my parents are in town, I needed to get away.”

“Oh. Of course, Mr. Freeman.” Tommy said empathetically. “If you needed to get away, you could’ve always stayed with me, though.”

“No, yeah, I appreciate that, but...distance is kinda key in this situation.” Gordon sighed guiltily. “I’ll be back home as soon as I can be sure they’re gone.”

“Alright, then. Let us know if you need anything.” Tommy told him gently. “Uhh—I’ll just go knock on Darnold’s door, then we could join you guys to play Call of Duty.”

Gordon was glad he brought his headset and his proper one-handed controller, anticipating they might be playing together like this. They played late into the night, until there was an abrupt knock on the basement door. Benry groaned and pulled his headset off.

“Fuck off, Emmet, we’re busy!” Benry shouted.

“C’mon, you know how early you gotta get up.” Emmet replied. “Be responsible for once.”

“I’m like, 27, man, I can stay up late if I want to.” Benry argued, putting his headset back on.

“Actually, I might wanna call it a night.” Gordon pointed out, glancing at the time on his phone—which was really the only function it served here, without cell service. “It’s pretty late.”

Benry whined as Darnold and Tommy agreed. Moments later, they were logging off, Gordon unplugging and collecting his headset and controller to take back upstairs to sleep. If he was to help Benry with the cows in the morning, he was going to have to be sure to get up bright and early.

****

Gordon woke with a start at someone banging on his door. He jolted upright and reached instinctively to his side, expecting to feel the cool grip of a gun in his palm. Several jarring seconds went past as he both did and didn’t feel his right hand attempting to grip something; as his brain clawed its way into lucidity, the sensation subsided, and he remembered where he was. He let out a heavy sigh, pushing hair out of his face.

“Wakey wakey, eggs ‘n bakey.” Benry called from the other side of the door. “Casa de Calhoun ain’t free. You gotta help with the cows.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it! Gimme a minute, Jesus Christ.” Gordon called back as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Lemme get dressed, I’ll be down in a few.”

“Do you need a minute? Or a few of ‘em?”

Gordon grabbed one of the more decorative pillows from the bed and threw it at the door. “Go away! Give me some peace!”

“Well, I’m gonna go take Emmet to work. Go eat your breakfast, I’ll be back.”

Gordon threw himself out of bed at that, opening the door to catch Benry before he made it to the stairs. “Hold on! You’re leaving me here alone?”

Benry turned to look at Gordon like he had two heads. “What, do I gotta babysit you?”

Gordon glanced towards Moula’s bedroom. The door was open, and the light was off. He assumed she must have been downstairs—which, of course, was where Gordon would have to get his breakfast from. It wasn’t anything entirely against her; as a fellow parent, he understood her protectiveness of Benry. If anyone even thought about harming a single hair on Joshua, he knew he wouldn’t be nearly as collected as Moula had been thus far. As Gordon, though—the man who had killed her son—he wasn’t so eager to try and make polite conversation without Benry as a buffer.

“I mean...can’t I just ride with you and Emmet?” Gordon suggested hopefully.

“What? Without a shirt?”

Gordon glanced down at himself, forcibly reminded of his own indecency.

“You can ride with me ‘n Emmet if you wake up on time.” Benry chastised, proceeding down the stairs without him. “Be back in a few.”

Gordon gave up, watching Benry disappear down the staircase. With a deep sigh, he picked out some decent clothes to change into before he stopped at the top of the staircase. Spending a few moments steeling himself for awkward silence, he headed downstairs.

Down in the kitchen, Gordon found Moula stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up to wash dishes. Much like the previous morning he had spent here, he saw an assortment of food set out on the counter. This time, it looked as though whoever had cooked was in the mood for rice, with eggs and chopped vegetables to add to it. He cleared his throat, alerting her of his presence as he stepped into the kitchen to join her.

“Um...want some help?” Gordon offered, eyeing the drying rack precariously full of clean dishes layered on top of each other.

Moula gave him a glance over her shoulder. She didn’t look either pleased or displeased to see him; she just seemed tired, was all, Gordon thought. She let out a small huff as she scrubbed at a pan in the sink. “Sure, Gordon. Thank you.” She replied politely.

Gordon took up a rag to dry dishes with, struggling to find their assigned places in their kitchen. When he’d take a little too long figuring out where something went, Moula would break the silence to point him in the right direction. The rack was nearing halfway empty when Gordon decided he was sick of the awkward pauses.

“So, uhh—you live here in Colorado long?” He asked desperately.

Moula hummed thoughtfully. “Some part of me never feels like it’s been quite so long, but it has been a while. My family moved here shortly before I started college to be closer to some other family...”

“Do you like it here?”

Moula cast Gordon a brief, curious look before she turned back to the dishes. “For the most part, yeah. There’s a lot I miss about home, though.”

“Yeah, I feel that.” Gordon agreed as he carefully put away a pot lid, trying not to make a ruckus. “It’s nice that there’s trees here. Not a lot of green, out in New Mexico. I think that’s one of the things I miss most about Washington. It’s like everything in New Mexico is dead.”

“The desert isn’t dead.” Moula corrected with interest. “There’s plenty to look at, if you rethink what you’re supposed to be looking for.”

“Huh. Yeah, I guess that’s a good point.” Gordon said distantly, imagining the landscapes of home. He’d have to pay closer attention when he drove back, he thought.

“...I’d miss trees too, though, to be fair.” Moula added with a small laugh.

Gordon laughed with her, just a slightly-less-awkward chuckle.

“You know, despite everything, I think Benry will appreciate having some help with the cows.” Moula said suddenly. “He manages on his own, but it’s a lot of work and some long hours, doing it alone. I remember starting out while the boys were still in school most of their days. I thought I’d be ready for it, but I don’t think I stopped being sore for at least a few months.”

“Yeah, it never struck me as easy work.” Gordon said. “...I heard you used to be a vet tech. Do you like cow farming better, or...?”

“It’s leagues better.” Moula told him with a whole-hearted smile. The smile quickly faded, though, and she turned her gaze back to the dishes evasively. “At least...it was, back when I was strong enough for it.”

“Oh, uhh...yeah. Sorry about that.” Gordon said sympathetically. “...I know it sucks, when something disabling happens in your life like that.”

They both paused as Gordon rubbed his palm over his right arm. He’d had the time to adjust—he figured some things out on his own and got help with others, like his one-handed controller; still, his life was never going to be the same as before the resonance cascade. He wondered about Moula’s condition, in comparison—was this debilitating exhaustion something that could be worked on? Or did it just come down to long-term management of how she was now?

Moula eventually sighed, giving him a small, half-hearted smile. “Yeah. It fucking sucks.”

Gordon returned the slight smile before looking back down at his arm, chewing on his lip. A few moments of reflective silence passed before he glanced up at her again, finding she was looking him over. Gordon hesitated, the social anxiety that had left him over the course of their brief conversation returning in a flood.

“What?” Gordon asked nervously.

Moula set the last clean dish in the drying rack, taking up another rag to dry her hands off. Once they were dry, she leaned back against the counter, pushing some of her messy hair out of her face and crossing her arms.

“What happened at Black Mesa, Gordon?” She asked, furrowing her brow.

Gordon stammered uselessly for a couple of seconds. “I—...what do you mean, ‘what happened’? Benry probably told you everything already, right? At least...from his perspective, I guess.”

Moula shook her head slowly. “He hasn’t told me much, actually.” She said pensively. “I don’t mean that to say I think there’s any justifiable reason for you to have killed him. But...well, first of all, you don’t strike me as the type to think of murder as the first solution.”

“Um...thanks?”

“Second of all, I know Benry. I can see there’s a lot more to how he feels about you.” She continued seriously. “If it were up to me, based on what little I know, I wouldn’t like to have you around my son. Honestly, I expected him to turn you away, too, but...even though you killed him, he’s still let you back into his life.”

Gordon frowned deeply, absent-mindedly running the dish rag over an already dry plate in slow, useless circles. “I...yeah. I guess he has.”

“All he’s told me is that you walked in one day without ID, so—”

“Passport.” Gordon interrupted in a harrowed voice. He swallowed hard, trying to force down the nausea starting to stir in his stomach as he thought of the resonance cascade. “...It was my passport. I didn’t have my passport.”

"...Okay, sure, passport.” Moula said dismissively. “...After that, he said something went wrong with a test, and the whole facility broke down. You all were trying to escape, but in the end, when you all could have just gone home, you turned on him and killed him.”

“That’s not—no, no, that’s missing a lot of key details.” Gordon said, leaving the plate long forgotten on the counter. “Listen. Yes, I didn’t have my passport. Yes, something went wrong with the test. Aliens that were trying to kill us were popping up left and right, and then, the military showed up to cover it all up and kill everyone. He...”

Gordon hesitated, his chest starting to hurt as he remembered being plunged into darkness. He took in a stuttering breath, doing his best to speak evenly. “I’ve had my reasons for getting to the point where I didn’t trust Benry. He wasn’t...I mean, he was following us around, but...he wasn’t on my side. Like, seriously, it wasn’t even just him. I’ve had this issue with a couple of the others who were there with me, and we’ve had to work through it. Bubby and Dr. Coomer—there were points where they saw an easy way out, so they tried to take it, and—...and I got hurt because of it.”

He felt tears stinging at his eyes, holding his right arm close to his chest as a familiar aching feeling settled into it. “What we went through was fucked up. The thing is, I just—there’s a part of me that gets it, on some level. I don’t know what the strategy was with the military—try to make deals to capture and kill me, and then get everyone else later? But...I mean, if they’d approached me, and said that if I turned one of my friends over, they’d get me safely back up to the surface to my son...” He choked on a small sob he’d been doing his best to hold back, averting his eyes from Moula. “I guess it’s hard to say, in retrospect, whether or not I would’ve taken it. But I get it, because I sure as fuck know there’d be a part of me that would consider it. It’s just self-preservation. No matter how hard you try to think with morals, we’ve had self-preservation instincts baked into us since humans even evolved—I mean, since the start of life on Earth, really. No matter what you’re thinking, your brain and your body don’t want to die. You’ll look for any way out of death that you can. So...I get it.”

Gordon desperately wiped at the tears falling down his cheeks, unable to help another sob. He shut his eyes tight and tried to take in deep breaths to calm himself, but at this point, it was futile. He turned to lean his elbows against the counter, covering his face as he cried for several moments. “And—I mean, I don’t know if I’ll ever fully forgive them for it. But I’ve reached the point where I can say I understand, and I can still be friends with them, because circumstances are different, now—plus, at least they apologized. ” He went on through his sobs. “But Benry? He had just as much of a hand in selling me out to the military as Bubby did. With Bubby, I kind of got it, because I know he didn’t think they’d hurt me as bad as they did. But—but Benry—he fucking said he wanted me dead.”

It took a moment for Gordon to collect himself enough to breathe evenly. He glanced at Moula once he’d calmed down a little. She wasn’t looking at him, anymore; her eyes were unfocused as she stared vaguely ahead of her, brow furrowed as she chewed on her lip thoughtfully. When she did look at him, she had a conflicted expression, clearly still taking this in. He was grateful she was just listening, at least; no interruptions, and no obligation to try and mitigate his crying.

“I-...I just...” Gordon went on, reaching for a paper towel to clean his face. It was rough against his skin, but it was the least disgusting solution he had at the moment. “I never wanted to kill or hurt anyone. But...in Black Mesa, during the resonance cascade, I killed more people than I can even count, all so I could be here today. And—and it’s horrific. What it looked like, what it sounded like, how it felt—all of it is burned into my head. It was self defense, but...I don’t think I’m ever going to forget it. I can’t forget that I reached a point where it just...it got easier to...” Gordon fought back another sob threatening to escape, covering his face again to avoid Moula’s gaze. “It got easier to kill whoever got in my way, than it was to try to find any other way around it.”

When Gordon lost his ability to speak again, Moula finally said something. “So...that’s how it happened, then? You lost your trust in him, and he got in your way?”

Keeping his eyes firmly covered, Gordon forced in a deep breath to answer. “There was this point where he kept insisting we go back, even though we were told we had to go to some other dimension to kill something, if we wanted to stop what was going on.” He explained, voice shaking. “When he got big, I mean...I don’t know what else I was supposed to think or do. He’d already said to me he wanted me to die, and he was obstructing me at every fucking opportunity he got. I was told that there was something there that was causing aliens to teleport to Earth, and I mean—I didn’t know how far that extended. Was it just Black Mesa, or was it all over? Either way, as far as I could tell, doing that would save myself, my friends, and...maybe a bunch more people. He was the only one there that seemed powerful enough to do something like that, and he was following me around, saying he was gonna kill me. Killing him was—...at the time, it seemed like my only option to get back home alive. And it’s not easy, thinking back to killing him. Everyone around me acts like I don’t find it difficult. But...out of everyone I killed...I knew Benry the longest. Nobody else in the Science Team seems to think it haunts me, but...even if I haven’t been sure there was any other way we were going to live, and no matter how much I feel like I must hate him, no matter how necessary it felt and how motivated I was to do it in the moment...after the fact, I-...it really, really does haunt me.”

“...You’re not here because of your parents, are you?”

Gordon looked at Moula in surprise. He couldn’t even formulate a response to that; his brain felt like it was on fire, thinking so extensively of Black Mesa again, and no longer had the capacity to think about anything else.

Moula sighed deeply, dragging a palm down her face. “I get it, if you’re here to find something in Benry that would give you...I don’t know, answers or closure, maybe, for what happened.” She said exhaustedly. “This feels out of my league. I don’t think there’s anything I can tell you that would help any of this make more sense, and I’m not interested in trying to intervene in my son’s life like that, anyway. That’s for you two to sort out. But what I can tell you is that none of that sounds like my boy.”

Of course, his mother would say that, Gordon thought to himself. Why was he telling her all of this, anyway? He wondered. It wasn’t like Benry was going to let her be on anyone’s side but his own. He was just sobbing in front of her for no reason. He gripped the edge of the countertop tightly, biting his lip hard as he strained to stop crying fully.

“It sounds like there’s a lot more to what happened at Black Mesa that neither of you fully understand.” Moula assessed thoughtfully. “If you really want to know more, and you’re not here to hurt Benry...” A sharp look formed in her eyes at that, “it’d be worth being patient for a real conversation about it. He can be slow to come around to talking about something hard, but in my experience, he just needs extra time to think about it. I can see that he’s trying. I know he’ll open up to you sooner rather than later, if you keep working with him.”

Gordon nodded slowly. “...Yeah. Okay.” He murmured.

Moula looked like she was thinking something over hard for several moments. She took in a deep breath, giving Gordon a deeply intense look. “I know it’s complicated, considering he doesn’t actually die. I’m not going to pretend it’s not, and it changes the situation to you a little bit, I’m sure. But the intent is still there for me. I can’t speak to what happened leading up to your fight in Black Mesa, and I’m trying very, very hard to keep cool about all this for Benry’s sake. But I will say that now, in these circumstances, Benry does not deserve to die. And if you do try to hurt him, all bets are off. I won’t hesitate to put a stop to it myself if I have to.”

“...I’m not gonna hurt him.” Gordon said hollowly.

A few tense seconds passed, Moula just watching him closely, before she let out a long breath. She nodded slowly, indicating towards the remaining rice on the counter. “You should eat.” She said, reaching for one of the clean dishes to start drying. “After that, I’m sure Benry would appreciate it, if you got a head start on cleaning up in the barn. I’ll show you what needs to get done.”

“Uhh—are you sure you should be doing that?” Gordon asked, starting to feel slightly more stable. “I don’t want you to push yourself, I mean, I can just wait for Benry.”

Moula shot him an exhausted, slightly irritated look. “I said I’ll do it, so I’ll do it. You don’t know my limits.”

Gordon nodded and backed off, taking one of the bowls of rice from the counter. “Yeah, of course. Sorry.”

After having his fill of breakfast, Moula and Gordon bundled up to head out to the barn, Beef rushing ahead dutifully to wait by the doors. Gordon still wasn’t used to the smell of the barn; he was sure it became just as normal to the Calhouns as the smell of their own house, but it’d probably take him a while to reach that point. Moula pointed out what Gordon needed to do and what tools to use for it, taking up some of the lighter tasks herself. Gordon couldn’t sugarcoat it—it was disgusting. Fortunately, it only took a few minutes for his brain to switch gears from oh Jesus what the fuck am I doing to it’ll be good to get this done, and Moula and Gordon proceeded in silence.

Gordon never actively enjoyed cleaning, but he had to admit, it usually helped when something triggered him. He’d try to visualize the mess he was addressing as clutter in his own brain; physically taking care of the mess got his blood moving, and watching the space around him clear out helped put him at ease. He was feeling much better as he finished up cleaning the floor when the barn doors opened again, revealing Benry. He pulled the hood of his coat off, casting a worried look at Moula.

“Mama Moula, you should be inside.” He said, rushing to her side like she might faint at any moment. “Remember what that doctor said? Something, something, cold and immune system or whatever...”

“It’s fine, Benry. I’m not gonna spend the rest of my life inside.” Moula replied, waving him away. “I was just getting Gordon started out here.”

Gordon waved at Benry wordlessly when he glanced his way. He seemed far less interested in his presence than he was in Moula’s wellbeing, though; he grabbed a stool from the corner and dragged it over to Moula, setting it out beside her.

“At least sit down. Don’t fall over.” He said, urging her to sit.

“I feel fine right now.” Moula told him with a smile as she sat down. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

A concerned, irritated look spread over Benry’s face. He made a few vague gestures with his hands and said some nonsense noises, like there was too much to point out, and he simply didn’t know where to start.

“Maybe you need to sit down.” She told him playfully.

Benry gave up trying to put his thoughts to words, instead sighing and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“C’mere.” Moula said, beckoning Benry closer.

Moula kept waving him closer until he was bending down at eye level with her. She cast a glance in Gordon’s direction before cupping her hands around her mouth, so Benry offered her his ear to whisper into. The polite part of Gordon wanted to give them privacy, but the curious part won out this time, watching them as Moula closed the gap to whisper to him. Instead of telling him any secrets, though, she blew a raspberry in his ear. Benry looked taken off guard, bursting out into a surprised laugh and pushing her away playfully.

Gordon was happy to let Benry and Moula’s attention stay mostly on each other for the next short while, as he finished up the chores Moula had directed him to. It gave him an emotional buffer, some time to recover from earlier and think.

Maybe it was weird, he thought, how Benry would so quickly transition into death threats, the way he had in Black Mesa. Part of what made Gordon so on edge about him back then was never quite knowing where he stood with him; one minute, Benry would be bizarrely flirting with him, and the next, he’d be stating with full confidence that he wanted him dead. Then again, whatever the answer was, did it matter in the end? Yes, he had his own selfish reasons for wanting Benry gone—how could he feel truly safe, with him around?—but at the same time, how he felt wasn’t really the point. It would probably take years to unravel the meaning behind Benry’s twisted and convoluted behavior, and that was time he didn’t have. Mr. Coolatta had made it very clear that it was in everyone’s best interest if Benry was disposed of. Even if it didn’t feel like it was.

Gordon let out a small sigh, pushing hair out of his face as he got back to work. Some part of him relaxed as he reasoned himself beyond getting into Benry’s past actions. He didn’t want to think about the guy’s feelings or justifications for what he’d done. None of that mattered.

“Gordon, hey.” Benry’s voice cut through his thoughts suddenly, bringing Gordon back to the present. He looked his way in a daze, finding Benry and Moula staring at him.

“Huh? What?” Gordon asked.

“Would you rather have to make dinner for five super picky two-year-olds—and they all have to get the same thing—or every time you close your eyes for two weeks, including blinking, you smell rotten milk? The babies have guns, by the way.”

Gordon stared at Benry for several long seconds. The moment a small snort escaped him, the floodgates opened, and he burst out into hysterical, screaming laughter. He was only laughing for a couple seconds before he grew lightheaded, sending him down to the freshly cleaned floor heavily. Even as pain shot through his hip as he landed, he kept laughing, rolling over onto his side as he struggled to breathe through his hysterics.

“What? It’s just a question. It’s not that funny.” Benry said with bewilderment.

Gordon’s stomach ached as he laughed, tears rolling down his face. Moula and Benry stared at him all the while, until finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gordon managed to stop. He had to take a few extra seconds to catch his breath before he answered.

“Easy.” He said, his voice raw from all the crying and laughing he’d already done today. “Cheese and crackers for dinner. Boom. Everyone’s happy.”

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Random Characters doing the Tim Test (Based on the Tiktok skit by thepandared)

Mario:

Tim Drake: “You’re one of two well known plumbers that vanished from New Donk City one day and around that same time, a literal princess ends up getting rescued from captivity thanks to the efforts of heroes under those same names.”

Mario: “Mama mia...”

Sonic:

Tim: “You’re literally a walking, talking, blue hedgehog.”

Sonic: “Right, one moment.” Runs off and wears a disguise. “Sword sharped! Get your sword-”

Tim: “You’re still a walking, talking, blue hedgehog.”

Sonic: Takes off the hat. “That didn’t work on you?”

Tim: “The fact that it works on everyone else BUT Tails is astounding.”

Prism Black, Prism Red, & Pink Argus:

Prism Black: “All of us rangers have masks, so I understand if-”

Tim: “You’re Adell.”

Prism Black: “What?”

Tim: “You’re the strongest of the Prism Rangers, capable of soloing all of them and yet you only get called on for emergencies, probably because YOU LIVE ON ANOTHER PLANET!!!”

Pink Argus: “See, I told you Adell.”

Prism Red: “It’s okay Prism Black. No need to feel down.”

Tim: “Piyori Nijino, Yukari Takeba, neither of you even wear your fucking helmets!”

Shantae:

Shantae: “Is there really a point to me being here? It’s not like I make an effort to disguise myself.”

Tim: “That’s an understatement, you’re literally one of the very few half genies that exist in your world and you have a job title of “guardian genie”.”

Shantae: “Huh. I’m surprised you didn’t go over what I’m wearing.”

Tim: “...Did you want me to?”

Shantae: “Nope! I’m good!”

The Defenders of Earth:

Gordon: “Alright, Tim. Let’s see how well you can-”

Tim: “Gordon, Jennifer, Thursday, Kurtis.”

Jennifer: “Well, that was fast.”

Kurtis: “I understand the others, but how did you figure me out so quickly?”

Tim: “Literally all 4 of you work for the government, or at least you used to, Gordon doesn’t wear a helmet, Jennifer shows more skin than Shantae, Thursday is...well...Thursday, and Kurtis might have passed if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s literally the only prinny in who knows how long to receive a free pass from Hades and not have to go through training! Plus you rarely ever say “dood”, like that’s fucking rule #1, even Flonne knows that.”

Gordon: “I told you.”

Kurtis: “Shut it!”

Joker and Killia:

Tim: “Bro, do I even need to say anything? Your name is fucking Killia! How did your allies not pick up earlier that you were Killidia by that alone?! Also, your one of 2 overlords from the Cryo Blood Netherworld who ended up “vanishing”!

Killia: “And we still don’t know what happened to the other one.”

Joker: “Don’t get so down Killia. Not everyone is skilled in hiding their identities like a phantom thief, right?”

Tim: “You’re Akira Kurusu (Mun’s prefered name), leader of the Phantom Thieves of Heart.”

Joker: “...Huh?”

Tim: “Yeah. Honestly, I think you’re doing worse than Killia. You do recall that pretty much ALL of your confidants have figured out who you are on their own right? Little gamer kid, a news reporter, even your own fucking homeroom teacher, man!”

Joker: “Okay, but they only figured me out after I got to know them-”

Tim: “How about the time you got blackmailed by both Makoto and Akechi?”

Joker: “You really gotta bring those up?”

Tim: “And let’s not forget the fact that you hang out with group filled with people who are someway associated with the criminals who had their hearts affected. You failed the test dude, get your shit in order.”

Killia: “Guess this means I should be the leader then?”

Joker: “You’re not helping, bro.”

Minato, Hamuko, and Yu:

Yu: “Okay, none of my confidants aside from my uncle and Adachi figured out I’m the leader of the investigation team, so I should be in the clear, right?”

Tim: “Just like with Joker, you’re commonly seen hanging out with reported victims of a mass disappearance crime which could have led to a mass murder. In fact, you make even less of an effort to hide yourselves compared to the phantom thieves, so no you don’t pass.”

Yu: “Shoot...I’m still the king, though.”

Hamuko: “What about us? Do we pass?”

Tim: “Oh yeah, you and Minato pass for sure.”

Yu: “What? How?”

Tim: “Granted, they’re associated with the current head of a famous company who just so happens to own the school they go to, no one’s going to be able to remember who they are unless if they’re a persona user because of the fucking Dark Hour!”

Minato: “Yeah pretty much.”

Yu: “I call shenanigans.”

Hamuko: “I say deal with it.”

Agent Xero:

Agent Xero: “All the members of the agency I work with has a ring that changes our appearance, so as long as I have it on, I can like I completely different person.”

Tim: *Shows the ring in his hand* “You mean this ring?”

Agent Xero: “...Nooooooooo...”

Tim: *Tosses it to her* “Have that thing size adjusted and then we’ll talk.”

Yukimaru:

Yukimaru: “I am here to take my test.”

Tim: “Alright, we can determine this by asking 1 question.”

Yukimaru: “I am ready.”

Tim: “How good is your art of the henge?”

Yukimaru: “I...can make clones but, can’t transform yet.”

Tim: “Well until you do, then I’m afraid that you fail simply because of the fact you’re one of the 2 survivors of a clan’s massacre.”

Yukimaru(?): “Very well. I’ll be sure to let her know.”

Tim: “Okay, wait what?”

Yukimaru: Enters the room. “I am here for my test, zam.”

Tim: “Wait if you’re here then...Fubuki?!”

Fubuki: *Reveals himself* “Works every time.”

Tim: “Ugh. Fine you pass. Clever bastard.”

Orphen, Dante, and Bayonetta:

Tim: “Dante, you have a public identity, so that’s an instant fail.”

Dante: “Probably wouldn’t be as fun if it was.”

Tim: “But Orphen and Bayonetta pass.”

Orphen: “Wait, really?”

Tim: “In your case Orphen, you’re not really all that social. Only a small handful of people outside of your classmates at the tower know you and even then, not all of them know your actual name, since you’ve been going as “Orphen” for over 5 years after leaving the tower. As for Bayonetta, despite fighting like a stripper assassin, regular humans won’t be able to see her in action. And even less people know her actual name than you, mostly because almost all the witches died off.”

Bayonetta: “Are you really testing us or trying to tell us that we’re lonely?”

Tim: “...Yes.”

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aceyanaheim · 2 years

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It really just takes one (1) person being nice for Gordon Bombay to be like "I guess life isn't horrible I guess there's good in the world I guess-"

#the mighty ducks #the mighty ducks game changers #Charlie: says they cant make him cheat #skating revelation #Evan: says 'we have to get better'#Gordon: huh the kids are alright #see also Hans Jan and Alex #tho with Alex he just instantly goes 'okay not that im being nice But-'#man tries to be a cynic so bad and Everytime hes just a bleeding heart #man is literally the human personification of the wreck it ralph cake #f: the quack attack is back jack #my blorbo

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"Accidently ending a phone call with your roommate with a casual ‘I love you’ seems like a very good reason to move out"

For benrey @ gordon?

“And can you pick up some oat milk while you’re there? I just realized I’m out.”

“Man, oat milk freaks me out,” Benrey said, pushing their shopping cart towards the dairy section anyway. “Like, do oats even have, uh. Others?”

“Others?” There was a beat of silence as Gordon attempted to figure out exactly what the hell Benrey was talking about. “You mean udders?”

“Yeah. Cow things.”

“Dude, that’s not how oat milk works.” Gordon’s laugh made Benrey’s cheap phone speakers crackle.

“Then how does it work? Huh? Mister scientician?” Benrey propped the phone between their ear and shoulder as they opened the fridge door to grab the brand of oat milk he knew Gordon liked.

“I don’t fucking know! I’m not a goddamn milk scientist.” Even through a phone call, Benrey could hear the smile on Gordon’s face. “They squeeze juice out of the oats or smush them into a paste or something. I don’t know. Stop making me think about how oat milk works, it’s going to make me not want to drink it anymore.”

“Cool, so I’ll buy milk with extra lactose then.”

“You will not, unless you wanna deal with me laying on the couch complaining all afternoon because my stomach hurts.”

“You do that anyway.”

“Fuck off, man.” Gordon’s tone of voice didn’t carry any bite to it. “Alright, I gotta go, I’m almost at the end of the queue to pick Joshie up. I’ll see you back at home, okay?”

“Mhm. Love you, bye.” Benrey hung up and shoved their phone back in their jacket pocket. They unfolded the shopping list and attempted to decipher the mix of their own chicken scratch, Gordon’s doctor handwriting, and the occasional misspelled request for snacks in Joshua’s six year old handwriting. Okay, they had to get those frozen chicken nuggets Joshua liked, another pack of seltzer, a can of black beans since Gordon was planning to cook dinner tonight-

Thinking about Gordon made them suddenly freeze in place as they realized what they’d just done. Did… Did they just say “love you” on the phone with Gordon?

Aw, fuck.

They’d been living with Gordon for a while now. It hadn’t always been an easy thing for either of them. When they’d been freshly respawned, both of them had been jumpy around each other at best, and at worst, they were at each other’s throats trying to kill each other. It took a long time and a lot of uncomfortable conversations for them to get to the point where they could interact without an unbearable amount of tension. From there, they were able to start rebuilding an actual friendship. Turns out, they got along a lot better when they weren’t in mortal danger. Who knew!

Living with Gordon involved a lot of rules, both spoken and unspoken. They involved stuff like “don’t ask weird questions about Gordon’s feet,” “if one of them gets too angry, walk it off instead of actually fighting,” and “no gross body horror in front of Gordon’s son.” It also involved shit like “please for the love of god don’t put empty juice cartons back in the fridge” and “don’t stain the carpets with Sweet Voice, this is a rental and that security deposit is worth getting back.” So far, Benrey hadn’t had too much trouble following the rules. They had been a security guard, after all; following rules was supposed to be their thing. Besides, they were a low price to pay to get to spend time with Gordon.

One of those early unspoken rules, however, had been “keep the flirting to a minimum.” That one had been a little tricky at first, but it had been necessary, especially back when they still weren’t on the best of terms. Benrey learned that when Gordon was already worked up, blowing a kiss did the opposite of diffusing the situation. This was news to Benrey. Who didn’t love a little kiss from their buddies? Lame.

That had been an early rule, though, and one that had kind of faded into the background over time. The longer they lived together, the more physically affectionate they both got, and a little domesticity is only to be expected when you share a household. It was nice. Comfortable.

And then Benrey had to go and say “I love you” on the phone. What the fuck.

That had to be crossing a line, right? Gordon was fine with some handholding and some cuddling and they’d make dinner together once a week, but this had to be pushing it.

Benrey went through the rote motions of buying the rest of their groceries without really paying attention, too busy panicking. There was only one option. They had to move out. This was fine. This was totally fine. They could just crash on Tommy’s couch until they find a place of their own because there was no way this wasn’t going to make Gordon freak the fuck out. As much as they loved fucking with Gordon, they’d learned there was the fun kind of freaking him out and the bad kind of freaking him out. They were fairly certain this fell into the bad category.

By the time that they were walking up to their apartment door, they were already mentally packing up all their things, resigned to their fate. They were so stuck in their own head that Joshua barreling into their legs when they opened the door actually startled them.

“Benny!” Joshua cheered, clinging to their jeans.

“Hey, li’l dude.” Benrey carefully tried to push past the kid without tripping over him on the way to the kitchen. Tragically, that’s where Gordon also happened to be.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Gordon asked, taking some of the grocery bags from them. “I thought you’d gotten lost in Costco again.”

Benrey grunted noncommittally and started putting away groceries instead of answering Gordon. Maybe if they didn’t look at him, they could avoid confronting whatever Gordon’s reaction was. Yeah, definitely, this seemed like a sustainable, reasonable decision to make. Yep.

“Dude.” Gordon’s hand suddenly appeared on their forearm. Benrey stared at it, then looked up at Gordon’s concerned face. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re putting carrots in the utensil drawer.”

Benrey looked down at their hands again. Oh. So they were.

“You’ve been acting weird ever since you got back from the store,” Gordon said, gently taking the carrots away from them. “Did something happen? You wanna talk about it?”

Benrey screwed their mouth up. No, they didn’t want to talk about it, but learning how to talk through things like adults was something they both had agreed to do. That had been a rule introduced by an exasperated Tommy, sick of mediating their bullshit. So, they sighed and looked away while Gordon put the carrots in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. “I was thinking about how I’ve gotta move out.”

“What?” Gordon stood up too fast and smacked his head on the freezer door. He swore loudly, and Benrey reached over to hand him a bag of frozen peas to put on the back of his head. “Thanks. But also, what? Since when are you moving out?”

“Uh, since now?” Benrey said, confused. Shouldn’t it be obvious?

“Why?”

“‘Cause I said I love you on the phone? Dummy? You, uh, a fucking old man got bad brain disease, not remembering things?” They said, defaulting to picking on Gordon to avoid focusing on anything else. Gordon stared blankly at them for a moment, then, against all odds, a grin spread across his face.

“Benrey,” He said, and Benrey decided he didn't like that tone one bit, “Are you embarrassed?”

“Whuh? No.” There was no way they could be embarrassed. That definitely wasn't what was going on here. Nope. Not a bit, “...Maybe.”

“Dude, you don't have to be embarrassed about that.” Gordon laughed. “Do you know how often I've said stupid Freudian slips? I called my sixth grade teacher mom once and wanted to change my name and move to Canada. I've been there.”

“It wasn't, uh… It wasn't too much? Not crossing a line or anything?”

“Nah, man. It was kinda sweet.” Gordon flashed him a smile and finished putting away the last of the groceries.

“Cool.” Benrey relaxed, letting go of the tension that had been building in their shoulders. “That's good ‘cause I was gonna fight you for custody of your Xbox.” Gordon snorted.

“Good fucking luck, you’re too much of a Playstation guy to win that case.”

The evening passed relatively uneventfully from there. Gordon enlisted Benrey’s help in cooking dinner, and Joshua eagerly told them all about the cool dinosaur facts he’d learned in class that day. They went through the easy routine of watching just one episode (which of course always turned into several episodes) of Joshua’s choice of TV, then Benrey helped wash up in the kitchen while Gordon put Josh to bed. Gordon joined them as they finished washing dishes and squeezed Benrey’s shoulder affectionately when they were done.

“Alright, man, I think I’m gonna head to bed early tonight.”

Benrey nodded. “Cool. I’ll be quiet.”

“Don’t worry about it. G’night, dude.”

“Night, Gordon.”

“Oh, and Benrey?” Gordon paused in the doorway of his bedroom and waited until Benrey glanced up at him. Gordon smiled. “Love you too.”

He shut the door before Benrey could respond, leaving Benrey to stare blankly at the door. They let out a groan, careful not to wake Joshua. Oh, Gordon was going to be the death of them.

#hlvrai #frenrey #gordon feetman #benrey #my writing #okay to reblog #this is not my best work but my brain is toxic slutch rn so here you go!!!#I did not proofread this at ALL have fun lol

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