#cash bird on ladder

[911prompts]

911 Prompt Masterlist

eddie and abuela watch telenovellas together

the 118 goes to the beach and buck decides to surf for the first time in years

buck asks about becoming a lieutenant

bobby sends linda recipes to give to eddie; its his way to take care of eddie

buck and christopher nurse a bird back to health

eddie doesn't like scrabble because he's dyslexic *

phillip & margaret were doomdayers - aka buck & maddie grew up in a bunker (blast from the past inspired au)

eddie knits

gregg's widow shows up at the 118 to thank eddie for bringing his body home

buck was a ranch hand on an alpaca farm

chimney actually cashes in on his snuggie idea

the buckley family immigrated froma soviet country when buck was little

the 118 gets a nice bonus and buck blows through it right away to get a new motorbike

buck was a tour guide to the penguin colonies in peru instead of a bartender

christopher gets his own clipboard

buck is a beekeeping enthusiast

buck traveled with the circus pre-118 and is now an insane juggler

buck's first teen romance resulted in a pregnancy

buck or eddie get a traumatic injury and have to relearn how to walk and talk

buck and his son go to the barber together

buck handling horses

eddie's breakdown but buck was on shift when christopher calls

eddie didn't answer anita mills call in august; in april, he wishes he had

angsty phillip buckley character study

abuela adopts buck from foster care *

chimney's dad is a crime lord

doug dies and buck helps maddie cover it up pre-canon

eddie and his company are haunted by the spirits of the valley of the dead

buck and his childhood friends that helped him survive hershey

abby comes back to la after seeing buck and the ladder truck accident on the news

Buck and Taylor have a one night stand as strangers in college that results in a pregnancy

the buckleys are amish; buck and maddie leave amish life at 18

eddie and abuela crocheting and gossiping

bobby and athena get together on the bachelor

buck makes up random facts to see if anyone ever realizes they aren't real

buck was one of youtube's first vloggers as he documented his travels

christopher's friend has a massive crush on him and he's completely oblivious

buck was a lifeguard in peru - ends up putting those skills to use on a call with the 118

eddie had a mustache while in the army. pictures are found.

buck teaches some kids skateboard tricks while on a call

taylor kelly's dad took the fall for her killing her mom

buck goes to maddie after her suicide attempt and he brings her to a clinic in LA

eddie was a secret agent *

Phillip Buckley tells hospital Buck’s past history of suicide attempt after the warehouse fire - medical history that neither Margaret, Maddie or the 118 knew

buck was in the quiz bowl league growing up

eddie does goofy dances to make christopher smile

bucks runs into abby on a layover on his way to oklahoma for taylor

photojournalist captures a picture of buck and christopher in the tsunami *

buck comes into custody of the children of his childhood friends

anita mills comes to eddie for help with her ptsd

different buckley family secret; buck is the product of an extramarital affair

maddie writes dear daniel letters

buck married in peru and didn't the divorce didn't go through

buck is older then maddie

margaret buckley died young; buck & maddie struggle growing up with a grieving absent father

buck worked as a sales pitchman on tv before the 118

buck is connected to a murder in Peru that happened on a night he has little to no memory of 

terrorists put eddie and his army company publicly on a hit list

buck adopts a homeless teenager

buck has donated sperm in the past and has dozens of kids (delivery man inspired)

the 118 gets called to a suicide in progress - patient is anita mills

buck is paralyzed by the ladder truck bombing

bodycam footage is leaked of Eddie’s shooting and inside the ladder truck 

buck was on scholarship and was scouted for the nfl, before dropping out

daniel died in an accident as a teenager instead

shannon comes back after tsunami - eddie/shannon redemption arc

buckley parents are love guru radio personalities - chimney starts using their advice for maddie and buck wants it all to end 

buck was a teacher before deciding to change careers to be a firefighter; he runs into some old students on a call

buck and phillip have only ever teamed up to take care of the girls; buck just never thought his dad would push it to the extent he does

mental illness runs in the buckley family; daniel committed suicide as a teenager

buck has a pre-teen from a past relationship who he's only allowed to see sparingly (aftersun inspired)

buck was treasure hunting in peru until things got too real. he leaves the mystery behind until it comes knocking back into his life years later (outerbanks inspired)

buck and maddie grew up poor 

buck got his high school girlfriend pregnant. they panic and hide the pregnancy - giving the kid up for adoption. it goes well until the child shows up as a teenager wanting buck to sign emancipation papers (life unexpected inspired)

in college buck helped make an app to help people out of unsafe situations with strangers; it ends up being used when eddie is trying to flirt with someone. buck finds it hilarious

daniel buckley was kidnapped as a child - it turned into a cold case until new information came to light 20+ years later

buck is peter pan au

eddie is unwell and starts hallucinating shannon

buck is a secret airbender

the buckley family immigrated from belarus - to the surprise of the 118, buck speaks russian on a scene to help locate a family in distress

buck and his dad are involved in the disappearance of doug; maddie is none-the-wiser

buck makes a career change after lightning strike

chief is harsher on buck because he has big plans for buck's LAFD future

updated 4/2/24

prompts with * means there has been a fic posted inspired by this prompt (confirmed by author).

prompts typed in red are the most recently added prompts.

You can find all prompt fills in the masterlist here. You are welcome to use a prompt that already has a fill.

Please let me know if you post any cause I would love to read and link.

#911 prompts #masterlist #911 #fic prompts #911 fox #911 abc

[danwhobrowses]

My Highlights of Full Gear 2023

And we're back with the wrestling.

Full Gear has a lot of moving pieces looking to build; a variety of title matches, grudge matches and friends fighting one another.

Let's see how what I enjoyed

Spoilers for the PPV of course

Buy In

Stoke staring daggers at Eddie while the crowd still pops for him

'He listens to anime soundtracks' - okay Stokely's a heel in my mind now anime soundtracks slap

In wrestling lore, Anne Hathaway is Stokely's adopted sister XD

That overhead belly to belly into the turnbuckle was so fucking clean

GOODNESS that guitar crack into Sonjay (for a retired backroom staff member Sonjay always takes a lot of bumps)

Ortiz and Eddie together makes me wonder, Santana for next ROH champ?

Eddie's commemorative popping the crowd with Renee - but he was too busy cussing out Stoke to cuss out RJ

I think we don't appreciate enough that the Blackpool Combat Club as a faction exist outside of alignment; all four dabble in heels and yet Claudio is the face against Buddy, Bryan is a face for the Continental Classic, but Mox and Yuta are heels against OC and HOOK (surprised we didn't have a FTW title match here)

This match slaps as well, Claudio and Mr Rhea Ripley are just not human

Cheeky Nandos Kick foreshadowing

Gunns' entrance still slaps, it's perfect and it also elevates BCG when they use it together

In this house we chant 'JOE!' repeatedly

MJF with 365 days on his robe

LA Lakers attire too

'I'm a poor' sign - who isn't these days bud?

Gunns have been flying around everywhere in this match

ADAM COLE BAYBAY!

Leg injury angle adds to the drama too

Main Card

Starting with a big trios match

A fucking children's choir doing Christian Cage's entrance (with a new tron)

I mean 'he comes more often than herpes' is apt for Ric Flair

Adam Copeland with Darby's paint, and those coats

Crowd continuing Metalingus

You can tell when two wrestlers have trained together, the synergy is there

Darby, just. Why?

Darby Allin loves his spine as much as Kota Ibushi loves his neck

He's climbing Everest AFTER THIS???

Nick Wayne's heel development is almost as good as Dominik Mysterio's I must admit

Clever from Christian climbing under the ring to sweep Adam and then lure Sting out to give Darby no options

It was of course a tease, but it was probably wise to keep Copeland and Christian apart all match, save it for Revolution or Winter is Coming

Sting getting an ovation

It felt quite rushed, but OC going over was the right call

I like that Shida has been using a lot of colour to counter Toni's black and white

Kingston putting his titles on the line definitely raises the stakes for the Continental Classic

Brody and Bill staring each other down at the start of the match

MEAT Chants are still alive

Malakai just flung that ladder into Cash

Suicide Dive into a Ladder!?

Red Hart, Sky Blue and Purple Cobras

Hart still has an amazing moonsault

That was a great snap for Code Blue

I thought Sky would take it but good for Julia

Billy Boy Bird is All Elite and he still has Elevated Bruv

Swerve gets the Nana Dance with a trope Entrance

Hangman didn't even wait for the Entrance

I've been guilty of stapling myself in my youth (I didn't realise the 'metal face' is what makes the ends bend and wanted to see for myself) so I know that hurts like a motherfucker

He's fucking drinking his blood!

Swerve's Killshot instincts have awakened

DVD on a Cinder Block!

PILEDRIVER ON THE TOP OF THE BARRICADE!?

TOMBSTONE ON A BARBED WIRE CHAIR!

I do love that spot when someone beats 10 by rolling out the ring (this time dragged)

And the Chain comes back

I don't think you can't call that a match, that was a WAR

GIVE THAT MAN A BELT, GIVE THAT MAN THE WORLD TITLE BELT

Omega selling a story with sentiment

Kenny you need to rename it something other than 'You Can't Escape' because buddy they can escape

Bucks did the low blow

Jericho kicked out of the BTE Trigger

Choices of V Trigger

Matt Jackson OWA

BCG with the mocking limp

MJF with the ambulance return spot

Jay White's heel work has been great throughout

Nigel literally hiding in the corner

The table collapsed and Max hit the elbow drop anyway on pure ground

TOPE CUTTER!?

Conclusion There was a lot of great wrestling on this card.

However, between the opener and the TBS title match it did feel like some matches were very rushed; OC/Moxley was a complete sprint, same with Storm/Shida, and the Ladder Match felt rather messy to try and contain all the spots they wanted. Also TK seriously, I get Toni has done a massively over reinvention but I am begging you to let Shida successfully defend a title in front of a PPV crowd, for god's sake man.

I didn't quite like the Jets beating the Bucks either, with Ibushi signed there's not much reason for their team to exist and now they have an anytime tag title shot. I guess it does end Kenny's PPV losing streak but still.

And I must say I was on the fence about the Main Event, I get using drama to narrate the match but the leg injury did end up weakening Jay White's very strong build that he couldn't beat a one-legged MJF, and too much shenanigans leave that for every Roman Reigns defense in the last year (all 5 of them).

But on the plus side, some amazing storytelling, some electrifying spots, the TBS championship being given to a young and deserving talent, and just an all timer brutal war of a match. It's not the strongest of AEW's current strong PPV runs but it's still pretty damn strong.

Match of the Night: Texas Death Match Best Entrance: The Patriarchy's children's choir just beats the Nana Dance trope Best Attire: Sting, Darby and Adam Copeland just ekes out Statlander's Globogym Purple Cobras outfit Best Performance: Hangman/Swerve tied Spot of the Night: So much of the Texas Death Match could've gone on here but I'm giving it to MJF's over the top rope and out the ring cutter because I did not see that coming

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew full gear #mjf #adam cole #jay white #bullet club gold #hangman adam page #swerve strickland #prince nana #the gunns #sting #darby allin #adam copeland #christian cage #nick wayne #toni storm #hikaru shida #kris statlander #sky blue #julia hart #eddie kingston #samoa joe #claudio castagnoli #buddy matthews #house of black #la faccion ingobernable #ftr #ricky starks #big bill

[hellowallflowerfriend]

Crying Crying never did nobody no good, no how

That's why I don't cry That's why I don't cry ("Crying, Laughing, Loving, Lying," Siffre, The Holdovers)

We just recovered from an incredible amount of snowfall! I walked in the sparkling, whispering solitude the day it came down heavy and felt the joy of a child again. I had made a snow angel earlier in the day with friends, and I ended the evening walking through the snow with my partner to the only open restaurant near us, its lights glowing softly in the sifting, luxurious, unquiet silence.

As the snow days progressed, I found myself thinking and reflecting a lot. I thought of who I am, what I am, and why I am. I was happy to reconnect with a dear friend. He recommended a movie to me called, The Holdovers, stating that it was perfect for the snowy weather, a wholesome movie, and similar to, Dead Poets Society.

I knew it would help me to watch this movie that is inspiring about teaching; I had been previously able to be "re-inspired," in my path in life by watching Dead Poets Society and Freedom Writers.

Well, I just finished watching the movie, The Holdovers, and I am feeling a lot of emotions. The movie takes place at in the '70's at Barton, a fictional private boarding school for all boys. After watching, I am feeling sorrow, joy, inspiration, trepidation, and a sense of being seen.

I am realizing that I have felt stagnant, uninspired, "squished," controlled, and like a bird with clipped wings in my current path for a while now.

One protagonist of the movie, history teacher, Mr. Hunman, exhibits in the movie the sense of truth, morality, and perseverance that I think all of us who are, "called," or driven, to teach hope to exhibit. The movie has a motif of truth vs. untruth woven throughout, and it also does an incredible job of demonstrating the dichotomy of the privileged educator and the, "blue collar," educator, as well as the privileged vs. the unprivileged student. Mr. Hunman even says to his well-to-do student, '"You know, Mr. Kountze, for most people, life is like a henhouse ladder. Sh*tty and short. Maybe someday, you . . . will appreciate that. If you don't, I feel sorry for you. And we will have failed to do our jobs."

Mr. Hunman's friend, Mary Lamb, the (black) kitchen manager is quick to point out that having more doesn't always mean *having more.* This is especially admirable for her to point out, as she just lost her son in war as he attempted to serve his country in pursuit of his college degree. She also still points this out to Mr. Hunman as she is well aware that her son would never see her son attending the, (all-white) "prestigious," school of Barton.

From Angus Tully's perspective, (Mr. Hunman's student,) we are able to understand that having means does not always mean having, "it all." There is a brief scene where Angus' mother sends him a generic greeting card full of cash on Christmas rather than spending time with her son.

Paul Hunman: The world doesn't make sense anymore. I mean, it's on fire. The rich don't give a s**. Poor kids are cannon fodder. Integrity is a punch line. Trust is a name on a bank.

Miss Lydia Crane: Well, look, if that's all true, then now is when they most need someone like you.

I think watching this movie has helped me to reunite with the integrity of what I think a teacher is, and would ideally be. I have had my voice squashed, my creativity stifled, and I have been in an environment where I have felt controlled and small for a while now.

I know that my heart is called to teach with integrity, transparency, openness, and truth. I will not give up on this pursuit, as drained as a feel. I will continue to follow my heart on my path, to find where I am inspired, and to remember that integrity is not a punch line. I will keep showing up, and even if I made more as a waitress, I will give a few years more as a teacher. I will keep being inspired by the integrity in my heart.

I will not cry about this. I refuse to be cannon fodder.

#dead poets society #freedom writers #the holdovers #integrity #teaching #cannon fodder #crying never did anybody no good nohow

[acogutter]

Four Unexpected Things You Might Find While Cleaning Your Gutters

Cleaning gutters can be a daunting task for many homeowners. It involves climbing up a ladder to reach the gutters, removing debris, and flushing out any blockages with water. However, while cleaning your gutters, you may encounter some unexpected finds. From critters to valuable items, here are four surprising things you might find when gutter cleaning Lombard IL.

Birds' nests

During spring and summer, birds build their nests in gutters, which can cause blockages and prevent water from flowing freely. You might stumble upon a bird nest or two when cleaning your gutters. It's essential to remove the nest and any eggs or baby birds in it carefully. You may consider installing bird-proofing devices to prevent birds from building their nests in your gutters.

Toys

If you have kids, you might find forgotten toys in your gutters. It's not uncommon for kids to throw small toys like balls, frisbees, or action figures onto the roof, only for them to end up in the gutters. Removing these toys can prevent them from causing blockages that can damage your gutter system.

Valuables

You may be surprised to find valuable items while cleaning your gutters. Some homeowners have reported finding jewelry, coins, and even cash in their gutters. It's worth taking the time to carefully sift through the debris in your gutters to see if you come across anything valuable. Who knows, you might just strike it lucky!

Debris you never knew existed

When you're cleaning your gutters, you'll see all kinds of debris. While some might be familiar, like leaves or twigs, you might come across debris you never knew existed. This could be anything from dirt to rocks to sludge buildup. Clearing out this debris can help prevent clogs and damage to your gutter system.

Conclusion

Gutter cleaning Lombard IL is essential for keeping your home's foundation safe and secure. While it may not be the most enjoyable task, you might be surprised at what you find while cleaning your gutters. From birds' nests to valuable items, you never know what treasures you might encounter. Remember to take safety precautions, like using a sturdy ladder and wearing gloves, and consider calling a professional if you encounter anything you can't handle. Happy gutter cleaning!

#Gutter Cleaning Lombard IL

[newyorkarttours]

Jane Rosen at Sears Peyton Gallery

‘Knight to Rook,’ the title of Jane Rosen’s latest solo show at Sears-Peyton Gallery, highlights the strategic placement of her totemic sculptures; here, a glass raptor perches before a stone fox, both suggesting the birds of prey and jackal of Egyptian mythology. Though the artist cites Giorgio Morandi’s vessel-based still lives as inspiration (particularly in a sculptural installation), Brancusi’s stylized, curving sculptures atop rough-hewn plinths come to mind, linking the finished product back to its origins in nature. (On view in Chelsea through Dec 15th). Jane Rosen, Cash Bird on Ladder, hand blown pigmented glass and limestone, 64 x 8 x 13 inches, 2017.

#jane rosen #cash bird on ladder #glass #limestone #sculpture #raptor #bird of prey #art #tour #chelsea #sears peyton #gallery

[ultralightpoe]

True Crime Junkie - Yelena Belova

Description: Yelena gets into true crime

Warnings: Talk about serial killers, (If I see ANY ROMANTIZIZING SERIAL KILLERS I WILL BLOCK YOU)

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy, let me know if you’d want a part 2, requests are always open and I love writing for y’all so feel free to send some in. Written as romance and or Aroace. ENJOY!!

Word Count:1,058

Part 2 can be found HERE

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Yelena Belova was an addict.

             Luckily she wasn’t addicted to drugs or alcohol (the ladder could be argued but honestly you didn’t judge), no Yelena was addicted to something far weirder. 

           It started when you put up your second room on some rental site, you lived in New York for your job and though he didn’t absolutely need the money you liked spending cash. So you began accepting tourists, they’d pay you to stay with you for a week or so and then would disappear. It worked well for a while. 

              Enter Yelena Belova. You had just gotten done cleaning up the room after your last guest and put the ad out once again, someone by the username ‘fannyromanogers’ replied within two minutes saying “I need somewhere to stay while I am in town on business. I won’t be there much, just need a bed. :) (:”

               Sounded easy enough, so you responded and it was all set up. Her name was Yelena, and though she didn’t know how long she would be staying she paid you for 4 weeks in advance. When she got there all she had with her was 3 duffel bags and a charming smile. 

             You gave her the tour and showed her to her room with ease, carrying one of her lighter bags. 

             “So I only have 3 rules. No drugs, no stealing and no murder. I have a camera set up in the living room so if you steal anything I’ll know. Not that I think you would but I tell everyone that just in case.”

             She nods and shrugs before raising an eyebrow at you. “No murder?”

               “If you have to, then do it outside.” You tease, shuffling a bit. “May I ask what brings you to town?”

                “I have to find someone.” She shrugs before winking at you. “I also really want to see the new musical.”

               “Oh that crap? It’s been dragging tourists in like crazy.”

               “You don’t like it?”

              “It’s cheap…..and cringy” You shrug, shuffling out of her room.

            True to her word, Yelena really stayed out of your way, in fact she was rarely there. The one time she was there you asked her what she did and all she said was “bird watching.”

           You left it at that. 

           Tonight you had ordered a crap ton of pizza while you watched true crime documentaries on your tv. You didn’t expect Yelena to come back anytime soon and you were officially on Christmas vacation from work so why not have a fun time?

           You had just started the second show when Yelena came in, looking irritated and mumbling under breath, something about ‘who only has one cutlery set’. You watched her carefully take off her docs so she didn’t track any snow in and take off her coat as well. 

            You never knew where you stood with Yelena, you thought she liked you but at times you were sure you annoyed her, tonight being no different as you hesitated to greet her. “Hey Yelena.”

        “Hi! It’s nice and теплый in here.” She smiles, shuffling to the heater. 

         “How was your day? Do anything exciting?”

           “Tried to commit murder on top of a building and then went and broke into someone’s house to make mac and cheese.” She responds simply, staring at the empty seat of the couch like she was contemplating sitting with you.

             “Sounds like a lot of fun. Tomorrow take me when you rob the bank.” You tease before nodding to the seat. “You should come sit. I have more pizza than I could eat.”

            You watch her hesitate for a moment before giving in, getting comfortable within seconds. “What are you watching?”

             “Oh! It’s a documentary about this jackass guy that killed a bunch of people.” You smile, moving to change it. 

              “You can leave it on. Is it true?”

              “Yeah, it’s a true crime documentary so it’s the events and investigation that took place.”

                And that was it. 

              From that moment on Yelena became truly obsessed. 

              Her business wrapped up by Christmas but she still had 3 weeks paid for so she would sit with you every day watching true crime. 3 weeks turned into her fully renting the room and bringing her dog in, spending every Monday binging true crime series with you. 

            She had begun reading about more cases and seemed to absolutely go crazy over the topics. You had once told her about some guy that ended up getting away with the murder because the police messed up, she obsessed over that case for a couple days before going on a work trip. 

            When she came back you told her that the assailant had been killed that week and she went all “Whaat? That man was killed while I was in OHIO and NOWHERE NEAR HIM? Oh insane.”

            You let your roommate live her best life, braiding her hair at night while she watched the shows and trying to scare her every chance you got. It really wasn’t an issue until the blonde had finally found out about Ted Bundy. *Authors Note- I do not tolerate anyone romanticizing serial killers, so if I see any comment as such I will block you. Get better idols*

             It had been through a makeup artist on youtube who talked about serial killers, and one of the episodes was about Bundy. Yelena was mad, through and through. 

            She talked about it for weeks on end. 

             “How did he escape in Colorado?! I’ve been there, they have very serious security.” She asks while waiting for you to finish showering, sittin in the sink. 

              “Maybe he is the reason they have good security. Yelena it was like the 70s.”

               “Why did he wait so long to fess up?”She snaps while helping you put on a necklace for a night out. “And why did they let him screw around for so long? I would have forced the дурак to talk.”

             “Laws Yelena. They couldn’t do anything to him but the death penalty at that point and he knew if he told them then there was nothing between him and death.”

             It got to the point where you had to start banning true crime in the apartment so she would shut up about it. To which the blonde began sneaking in episodes while you went to work.

Sure Yelena Belova was an addict, but it was technically your fault.

(Would anyone want a part 2 where reader finds out who Yelena is and how the second true crime junkie reacts?)

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena #black widow #hawkeye #mcu imagine #mcu #marvel imagine #marvel

[ratsoh-writes]

What do their bedrooms/living areas look like? I'm going to use all 3 of my asks to request this for all of the boys if that's ok! ❤

Man, I’ve had this one in my secret notes for a good while now!

Undertale:

Both the tale brothers live in a nice little gated community. Their house is one of the smaller ones and has the same layout as the one in Snowdin. The house is pretty basic with some cozy throws and wall tapestries to spruce it up

Sans: his room actually has a proper bed and frame this time. The sheets and blankets are still bundled up in a pile on the floor though. Sans also has his homemade trashnado in the corner. There’s a desk on the wall adjacent to the door which has his laptop. And several folders stacked next to it. Other than a dresser, there’s literally nothing else in there. Sans doesn’t care much about stuff

Papyrus: his room has bright orange walls. He left the race car bed behind underground but has a race car blanket to make up for it. His walls are covered in superhero and comic posters. He also has a display case for some old figurines and his comic collection. Papyrus’ desk is one of those nice fancy drafting ones where he can adjust it to tilt upwards. He has a ship wheel attached to his door for some reason.

Underswap

The swap bros home is only a few blocks from the classic brothers neighborhood. The only thing basic about it is the cream walls. All the furniture and decorations are bright colors. The kitchen especially is real nice. The oven and stove are top notch, and the counters are filled with mason jars full of goodies.

Star: his room can blind a lesser man when you walk in. The walls are bright yellow, the bed (which is a bunk bed by the way) is neon orange. Galaxy posters decorate the wall. Besides the clashing colors, the furniture is pretty basic. Only the top bunk actually has a mattress. The bottom bunk is used as a storage shelf. He also has a shoe rack by his door

Honey: you can practically feel the nerdy aura as you enter his room. The first thing you see is a display case housing some neat figurines of characters from his favorite shows. He’s also got a pretty nice bookshelf on the opposite wall that’s nearly full. Honeys bed has a curtain around it for extra privacy with a nice little wall lamp above the pillows

Underfell

They have a home a little closer to the city center but still far enough to be considered suburbs. It’s a very sleek and modern house with white walls, tile floors and sleek black and metal furniture. The only thing that doesn’t fit the rest of the theme is this nasty old patched up sofa in the living room. The thing is absolutely hideous but is sooo comfy.

Red: his room has soft grey walls and smells like miter oil. Makes sense since one wall is just a long basic table covered in machine parts that red tinkers with in his down time. He actually doesn’t have a bed. Instead he sleeps on this giant leather bean bag. He likes it that way. There’s a few car posters decorating the walls

Edge: he obviously put a lot of thought into his rooms decorations. Everything is pretty black marble or a sleek white wood. His bed covers are blood red with a nice geometric designs on top in silver. He has a beautiful black desk with some pretty jars filled to the brim with nothing but novelty pens. If you looked in his desk drawers you would find notebooks and even more pens

Swapfell

They don’t own a house and instead live in a two bedroom one bath apartment on the third floor of one of lords complexes. The furniture is pretty minimalistic but very nice quality. Most decorations are metal

Mal: the first thing you’ll see in his room is a large wooden drawing desk where pencils and watercolors are neatly arranged on the side. There’s also a vanity with a light up mirror and a nice collection of makeup. Also a huge slanted hunters knife. He uses it to make sure his eyeliner is extra sharp.

Cash: his bedroom is the perfect definition of organized chaos. It looks messy but for cash, he knows exactly where every thing is. There’s a small tv in there with some old game consoles hooked up to it. The bed is never made.

Horrortale

Their home rests in a neighborhood bordering the forest of ebott. The houses there all have a lot more yard space than most houses in the city. The horrortale home is super cozy with lots of knit throws and pillows scattered around. The back patio has a little dog door and there’s a 50% chance of seeing a chicken walk through lol

Oak: his room is also pretty basic. The bed however has so many blankets. Like way more than any person should need. Oak is a blanket hoarder. There’s a lot of notebooks stacked on his wooden desk along with a file of patterned paper for scrapbooking.

Willow: his room has a raised bed with a cute little ladder on the side so that his dog can jump up. You can tell a lot of the furniture has been homemade or refurbished. The room is larger and in the middle is a circular stone table that’s stained with paint. It’s usually housing his latest craft

Underlust

They used to live in the same neighborhood as the classic brothers but have recently moved closer to the inner city because of work. Their home is still in the process of being unpacked mostly, but their rooms are done! The house is actually pretty conservative looking with grey walls, white wooden furniture and soft pastel decor. They do have a stripper pole in the living room though lol

Charm: his room looks exactly how you expect from him. Dark walls with lots of bright rave type decorations. On his dresser is a large pretty cake display that stands out from the rest of the rooms theme lol. His room is always on a state of organized chaos with his desk and bed covered in nick knacks but the floors staying oddly clean

Sugar: his room has light lavender walls and black furniture. It’s a big difference from the soft feminine style people expect from him. Instead sugar has a more sleek modern style to his room. He also has a standard mannequin in the middle that always has a new dresses pinned to it.

Fellswap (red)

They own a pretty two story house only a block away from the two apartment complexes that lord owns. The front lawn/garden is in top shape with lots of those metal flower decorations stuck in the ground along the dirt outline. Inside the house is most worn but comfy looking furniture. Nothing special

Lord: his room is pretty basic with mostly brown and grey accents. He does have a large mostly filled bookcase. There’s also two white bean bags and a deep red rug that covers nearly the whole floor of the room.

Mutt: he actually has two rooms. The first is pretty simple with just his bed, a writing desk and a rack for some shoes. Also his bird cage for KFC (pet pigeon). The second room has a sink, and several cages and boxes for the injured animals that he rehabilitates. The second room is slightly larger than his actual room.

Fellswap gold

They actually live in a studio apartment above wines antique shop. The apartment used to be an unused storage static until wine bought the building and repurposed it. The living space itself is a little small, but they also have access to the roof which the gold bros use as a potted garden and dining area.

Wine: his room is very classy with silk curtains on the window and a silky cream canopy above his head. All the furniture is a dark grey wood with pretty carvings and designs. The walls are decorated with beautiful floral paintings from his brother. It’s a pretty well planned out room. Very cosy and luxurious

Coffee: he has two rooms as well. The smaller of the two is just his bed, dresser, closet and a tv with some consoles hooked up to it. The second room has shelves lining nearly every wall except for one which is just a big collab mural. On the shelves is various art supplies and projects. There’s one large sketch desk on one wall. And finally in the middle of the room is a tarp attached to the floor housing whatever piece of furniture coffee is restoring at the moment .

Dancetale

They also own an apartment, one of the flats in lords buildings on the ground floor. It’s the other building from the swapfell brothers. The walls are painted a cheery yellow and the house is mostly decorated with spring colors. There’s always a huge bowl of fresh fruit in the kitchen.

Pop: his room is mix and match of completely different furniture and gadgets. Pop isn’t someone who cares about themes so he will keep whatever catches his fancy. Instead of a bed, he has a hammock attacked to the ceiling with a pillow and some throw blankets casually tossed on top lol.

Rhythm: his room is pretty sparse with just his bed, a shoe rack, and a dresser. On the dresser are pictures of each of his face classes right before they graduate. Rhythm doesn’t really care all that much about decor so the walls are pretty bare too

Outertale

They live in the same gated community as the classic brothers! The outertale home has high ceilings and lots of windows. The living room is the real centerpiece of the home. It has several large antique bookcases and display cases. Inside the displays are various rocks and crystals and the occasional fossil. It’s really neat.

Pluto: his room is comprised of mostly blues grays and greens. He has a small bookcase on the side of his bed where he keeps the things he’s currently reading. There’s also a large fish-tank with an assortment of saltwater fish inside. Pluto’s room also has a large circular fluffy rug in the middle of the floor. The floor itself is hardwood

Jupiter: his room has a similar color scheme except instead of greens, Jupiter has gold instead. He has some exercise equipment stacked nicely on the side of his bed including weights. There’s a wall tapestry with a printed picture of the asteroid belt the outertale monsters used to live in.

Gastertale

The gaster brothers also live in the same neighborhood as the classic and outertale bros. They’re at the very end in the little cul-de-sac. The interior of the house is almost all white with cream carpet, metro grey walls, and white furniture. A few of the small decorations add a bit of color. There’s a lot of potted succulents.

G: his room is probably the only dark room of the house. His walls are a charcoal grey and the furniture is mostly jet black with a few mustard colored decorations. There’s a metal wire bookcase hanging on the wall. G also has a plastic anatomy dummy that he dresses up in his motorcycle gear when he’s not using it. G thinks he’s funny

Green: like the rest of the home, his room is also mostly white. He has a pretty pale green rack for all of his glasses on his dresser. Green also has his several degrees framed in silver on the walls. his room is always spotless

Farmtale:

The farm bros have an old Victorian home that they fixed up themselves. They’re home borders the acres of farmland they own and is about a 45 minute drive from ebott city. The inside is decorated with mostly wooden furniture. There’s like four rocking chairs on the porch lol

Peaches: his room fits the theme of the house with mostly wooden furniture and a lot of quilts and rugs to add color and soften it up. Peaches always has a vase of fresh wildflowers on his dresser. The walls have photographs of plants and animals taped to them that peaches took himself.

Rancher: this mad lad has a large moose skull hanging above his four poster log cabin bed. He also hangs his favorite hunting rifles just below the moose lol. His bedroom is mostly wooden of course but is also decorated with lots of red and orange plaids.

Horrorfell

They live in the same neighborhood as the horrortale and horrorswap brothers. Their home is literally right in between the two. Inside it’s decorated in a mix between sleek modern metals and frumpy cozy style. Somehow the horrorfell bros still have their original sofa from the underground. There’s a lot of little homemade staircases for their cat doomfanger who’s too old to claim on top of things herself now

Rust: his walls are painted a soft heather grey and have some basic wooden decorations that noir painted for fun. The furniture is pretty normal with the exception of a large treasure style chest next to his bed. Open it up and you’ll find a collection of drawings and gifts from the kids he’s watched over the years. Rust didn’t have the heart to throw them away.

Noir: unsurprisingly, his room is littered in canvases and paintings on the walls. It’s divided into two sides: the messy paint side and his nice neat living side. He even has a line of tape going down the middle to complete the divide. On his living side is his bed, closet, and a low bookcase that he uses as a second dresser. The actual bookcase is in the living room

Horrorswap

As y’all all know, their house is right next to the horrorfells and one house away from the horrortales. They like bright colors and have a sort of summery themed house. The best part is the back garden which is filled with garden boxes of veggies, fruit bushes, and fruit trees.

Lilac: his rooms main color is a pretty powder blue along with canary yellow and some bright green. He has a yoga mat on the floor in place of a rug. The walls have some neat sunrise posters

Basil: his room is pretty cosy with lots of knit blankets and fluffy pillows. He has a massive poster of Pixar’s ratatouille that rust got him as a joke. Basil has like five coconut planters, each housing a different herb plant making his room smell like an Italian restaurant

The Mafias (tale, fell, swap)

The mafia brothers live in an apartment complex masquerading as a warehouse. The ground and top two floors are working area while there were three secret basement levels. The mafia bros home consists of the whole bottom level with all their rooms connected to a hallway. At the end of the hallway is a living space and the kitchen.

Snipe: his room is the one closest to the living area. Inside is sage walls with a few house plants that can survive in low light. His bed is almost never made lol. If one was to tear the room apart, they would find at least six different guns stashed in hidden compartments

Bruiser: his room is the closest to the staircase. Inside the room somehow looks super messy but is actually spotless. Bruiser decorates the walls with all kinds of gifts people randomly give him during his vigilante escapes. Stuff from pocket mirrors, to foreign currency to even a small collection of sea shells. He drilled holes into them and hung them up on strings. Other than his walls, the furniture is pretty plain

Butch: his room is a mix of greys, blacks an silvers with the basics of furniture and a small black leather sofa. On the walls are some pretty hand melded metal decorations that butch made himself. He smokes in his room so it reeks of cigars

Boss: his room fits him perfectly with clean white plaster walls, sleek metal furniture and black and gold marble decor. Everything in that room has a specific place. If anyone moved his stuff, he’d know. It’s the only mafia bro room that doesn’t caught smell like smoke somehow. There’s a male model mannequin that he uses to practice designing clothes on

Ace: the most eye catching part of his room is a large vanity with several lamps attached and a very extensive makeup kit. I’m talking professional grade. Ace isn’t the spy for nothing. He also has an open closet so all his clothing is out on display. The main color of his room is mauve funny enough

Slim: his room is a drab grey and has a large desk taking up a whole wall. It’s filled with screens and monitors. He also has a few tv screens hooked up to the wall. It almost looks like a security room. On the other side is his bed with a canopy curtain for privacy. There’s a few anime posters on the wall as well

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #horrortale #underlust #fellswap red #fellswap gold #dancetale #outertale #gastertale #farmtale #horrorfell #horrorswap #mafiatale #mafiafell #mafiaswap

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I created a 3D model and floor plan of Aziraphale’s bookshop in Good Omens!

I really wanted one for reference and it seemed like many others did too, so I put together my best approximation of where everything is. Beneath the color version, you’ll see I’ve included two simplified, labeled versions of the plan. The verbal labels are so you know what the object is. The numerical labels are there to make it easy to find more information about the object. I’ve put a numbered index below the cut that features the relevant reference images I used for each object and some more information about why I put it where I did/why it’s relevant/etc. I want to be very clear that I did not add anything to this from my own imagination; every single item and feature represents something I actually saw in the shop.

If you have any questions or want more information about this, PLEASE do not hesitate to ask! I put so much time into figuring it out and I would be more than happy to be a resource for anyone who needs it. Also, if you notice any errors, let me know and I’ll update the post. I hope this is helpful!

Update: Here’s a link to an interactive view of the shop! It takes a moment to load. You can click the “3D” tab in the top right to view it in first person and walk around inside. Double click a spot on the floor to move there and pan around by clicking and dragging. The oval symbol next to the person walking gives you a birds-eye view.

Update 2: Here’s a higher quality rendering of the first person perspective! Update 3: I made an alternate first person render here complete with a ceiling, light fixtures, and ambient lighting from outside. This one is optimized for making it seem more like you’re actually there, whereas the previous one is for maximum visibility. This render also has some minor accuracy improvements, which are detailed under the cut in the relevant sections. (The first interactive link with the birds-eye view updates automatically.) Update 4: In case you’re interested in Aziraphale’s books specifically, I’ve made a catalogue of those here.

1. Unknown closet

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There is a door behind Gabriel when he talks to Aziraphale in the backroom. So where does it lead? Well. The wall we can see behind Aziraphale when he encounters Shadwell in the shop (see #17: boxes/storage) doesn’t have a door in it. It’s also facing the wrong direction and it’s in the middle of the southwest wall ⁠— we know this because Aziraphale can see Shadwell in the entrance from there. So the wall behind him at that moment is definitely not the wall of the backroom. We’re left with this door and unaccounted-for corner. The only thing that makes sense to me then is that there’s a closet there between the two spaces. My personal theory is that this closet is “the back” that Aziraphale refers to keeping the Châteauneuf-du-Pape in since I didn’t see any other obvious alcohol storage space in the shop. Update: @n0nb1narydemon has suggested this could be a bathroom for guests or because culturally it’s a room you can use to extricate yourself from situations, which is another possibility! They also asked where I think the doors behind object #20 lead, and I thought it would be good to add here that they might lead to the shop next door or to this unknown room. It’s possible the room actually extends further into the next shop and encompasses the part of the wall where the doors are, but I didn’t have concrete evidence to support that idea so I didn’t include it in the floor plan. Update: I was wrong about the Châteauneuf-du-Pape! In the DVD bookshop tour we learn that the cabinet in the top left corner of the backroom is where Aziraphale keeps his alcohol, including that particular wine. I added a reference photo of Neil pointing it out. Thanks to @fuckyeahgoodomens​ for bringing the existence of this tour to my attention — ya girl got the special edition blu-ray even though I don’t have a blu-ray player yet so I hadn’t actually seen it. Also, there is a chair right next to this cabinet against the wall which I missed in my initial rendering of the shop but have since added.

2. Part of shop next door (top right)

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This was very tricky to figure out because you can see from the exterior of the shop that there is no wall past the back door, but from the interior there is clearly more space there. BUT in a behind the scenes photo of David during the fire scene, you can see on this back wall that there’s actually a nook with two large entryways, similar to the one that makes up the backroom. From the exterior you can see that the area next to the back door is taken up by the window of the next shop, so I concluded that this little square of space was not part of the bookshop’s interior, but the nook did extend further back than where the shop appears to end from the outside. I had to make one bookshelf more nubby than the others to make this work, but after a LOT of trial and error I decided one nubby bookshelf was the only thing that could explain the apparent architecture of the space. Any floor design that accounted for a bookshelf of the same length as the others just did not make sense on a fundamental level.

3. Part of shop next door (bottom left)

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From the exterior of the shop you can see that this window belongs to the adjacent store, as the wall is a different color. Within the bookshop you can also see when Gabriel and Sandalphon enter the backroom, there’s no window behind them; there’s a sink. So it’s definitely not Aziraphale’s window. The wall of the backroom is also further into the shop’s interior than the wall Aziraphale’s desk sits against, so there’s a corner of space inside that’s unaccounted for. At first I assumed it was plumbing from the sink that had been sealed off or something, but when I realized that’s where the window was on the outside, I figured the space is probably part of the next shop over.

4. Aziraphale’s desk

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This is where Aziraphale sits in the shop like 90% of the time. It’s on the Eastern side of the shop because Aziraphale was the guardian of the Eastern gate in Eden and because production designer Michael Ralph is a goddamn genius (source). Shout out to @posted-omens for this fascinating post analyzing the chariot sculpture on his desk. Update: Fun fact, the ladder behind his desk is actually called a library chair, supposedly designed by Benjamin Franklin. It functions as a ladder but you can also fold it into a chair! Neil mentions this in the DVD extra bookshop tour. I added screen caps of it to the reference photos above since I don’t have a specific section for the ladders!

5. Phone Aziraphale calls Crowley from

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I will be honest with you: I think there’s something a little fucked up about this corner. It is my nemesis. I tried so many things to make it work and I just could not get it exactly right, but what you see in the floor plan is my best guess as to what’s going on. The conundrum is that the spot where Aziraphale stands when he’s on the phone with Crowley is definitely closer to the fence around the staircase than it is in my layout. But the table he’s in front of is also clearly against the outside wall of the backroom, and the stairs being where I’ve put them here is the only thing that made sense based on the reference photos. So there’s some weird spacing issue where there’s a little too much room between the fence around the stairs and this phone. If I were to move the walls to close that gap then there would be way too much space in the backroom and way too little space on the southwest side of the shop, so I think the walls are correct as they are. So  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. What I can say for certain is that the phone is there and it’s on a table next to a lamp, and the table is definitely against the wall of the backroom and behind the staircase. The distance between these things doesn’t hold up perfectly, but their arrangement does. On another note, this is one of two phones in the shop. The other is on the table next to the cash register (see #9) which Aziraphale picks up when Crowley calls to say they need to talk about Armageddon. I believe this is the same one he uses to call Adam’s house in episode two, only he moves it from the table by the register to the top of a pile of books (which I’m pretty sure were stacked on the circular table between his desk and the sofa). Update: OKAY SO it turns out in the behind-the-scenes bookshop tour on the DVD we get two more teeny tiny glimpses of this corner! I added them to the reference photo album above. It appears I was right about the lamp, phone, and bookshelf being where they are, except that the bookshelf and table are touching. There’s also a ladder propped against the shelf. I’d say it’s possible there are actually two bookshelves here; based on the parallax in the DVD tour, the one next to the phone didn’t appear to be against the wall, but we know there is a bookshelf against that wall because we see it in the show. (P.S. There’s also another chair against that wall which I didn’t see because Aziraphale was standing in front of it, so I added that too.) This leads me to believe there’s one against the wall and another one further from it next to the table. But that’s just my speculation, so I won’t change the actual floor plan unless I find more evidence.

6. Where they’re drinking when Crowley realizes Adam has named the hellhound

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When Aziraphale sits down at this table, the background is of the same space he refers to as the “backroom” when Gabriel and Sandalphon show up. He’s across the table from Crowley, behind whom you can see a bookshelf, the staircase, and the coat rack. The table is half in the backroom half out, since the room has two large entryways in its wall. Update: I realized the wall behind this table actually dips back further! It is a weirdly-shaped wall! But in the DVD special tour of the bookshop Neil walks past it and there’s clearly an area that recesses even further, so I’ve modified that in the interactive floor plan :)

7. Bench of books that start the fire

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When Shadwell leaves the book shop and slams the door, one of the candles knocks over and rolls into a pile of books and other papers (including the Sound of Music lmao). You can see it’s the same bench the customer is standing in front of when he gives Gabriel a weird look after he yells about pornography. (I love this customer so much because they gave me a super HD shot of this particular area.) The poles of the fence around the bench, the staircase behind it, and the smaller shelves beside it holding Terry Pratchett’s books make it clear that the bench is in that spot in the shop and that it’s the place the fire starts.

8. Coat rack with Terry’s hat on it

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Aziraphale hangs his coat here right before Crowley calls him to say they need to talk about Armageddon. Out of focus in the frame you can see the lion sculpture that sits on the fence surrounding the stairs (see #11) and a bookshelf. The camera pans past the shelf and we see him walk past his desk to pick up the phone by the cash register, which puts that shelf right next to his sitting area. We can also see the coat rack in the background when Crowley realizes Adam has named the hellhound. The coat rack has Terry Pratchett’s hat and scarf on it in his honor (source).

9. Antique cash register

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You can see this register in the background when Crowley is on the couch and when Aziraphale invites Gabriel and Sandalphon into the backroom. I know it’s an antique cash register because it’s photographed and referenced directly on page 79 of the Good Omens TV Companion. It’s a typewriter in my floor plan because the website I used (floorplanner.com), who knows why, did not have a 3D model of a cash register from the early 1900s.

10. Back door

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Thank you so much to @fuckyeahgoodomens for this post where they figured all this out!! Wonderful work! You can see this door from the exterior of the shop and its existence is referenced in the Good Omens script book on page 94. It’s also in the background of a behind the scenes shot of Aziraphale pulling away the carpet so he can contact heaven. Behind him in that shot you can see the bust (which moves around a lot - see #19) and a grandfather clock, and in the show from one of the aerial shots you can see that the carpet is pulled west, further confirming the door’s location.

11. Fence around the stairs

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I have concluded that this is a fence to keep customers from going up to the second floor. It looks to be made of golden pillars with wooden shelving atop them. The fence crosses beneath the staircase on one side and the other side ends about where the stair’s railing does. You can see this fence behind Crowley when he realizes Adam has named the hellhound, behind Aziraphale when he calls Crowley to tell him he knows where the antichrist is, and next to the customer who gives Gabriel a look after he yells “PORNOGRAPHY!” It’s also visible in one of the aerial shots of the shop. Update: In the DVD extra bookshop tour I noticed the lion sculpture on this fence is not just a lion, but a lion with a woman holding its mane. I think it might also be a lamp? In one of the reference photos, the one that looks down from the second floor, it appears there’s a light in the woman’s other hand. I’d be interested to see if we can track down what this particular sculpture is and what it might mean. Update: @cantdewwrite has suggested here that the light/sculpture could be a replica of one of the bronze statues in the Victoria Memorial, which does look quite similar. I’m fairly certain Aziraphale’s sculpture is of a woman, which would make it the figure in the memorial representing peace.

12. Open book of illustrated story of Adam and Eve

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Shout out to @amuseoffyre for this post where she figured out what this was! Update: I’ve determined that this book is The Gospel in the Old Testament: A series of pictures by Harold Copping. The painting is, naturally, by Harold Copping. It’s called “Adam and Eve after the fall.” Unfortunately this book is out of print and I haven’t been able to track down an ebook or scan of it, so I can’t confirm the text just yet. But based on its premise, I think it’s safe to assume that it’s telling the story of Adam and Eve directly. Aziraphale has a second copy of this book visible on the shelf next to the sofa.

13. Antique computer

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This is the computer Aziraphale does his extremely scrupulous taxes with, as confirmed in this ask that @neil-gaiman answered from @prismatic-bell! It’s an Amstrad, according to the bookshop tour in the DVD extras.

14. Spiral staircase

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These stairs are in many shots of the shop so it was pretty obvious where they were.

15. Sink, teapots, etc.

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You can see this wall right before Gabriel walks into the backroom and behind Aziraphale when he’s drinking with Crowley at the end of episode one. It appears he has two hand towels, a ceramic angel soap dish (aw), some teapots, and a decorated box above it, among other things. On the floor beside the sink is what I believe to be a broom handle, though it could be a mop? Next to that is a bronze statue of an angel atop a small table piled with books. On the other side of the sink is an open book on a stand ⁠— it has a fabric bookmark in it with a crucifix at the end, so I’m assuming it’s a bible. Light reading while you make your tea I guess. Update: Thank you so much to @brightwanderer for pointing out in this post that he has four extra angel wing mugs above the sink as well! I couldn’t figure out what they were! Update: Neil said in this ask that you can see an oven by the sink when Gabriel and Sandalphon walk in. Which you can! It’s real small and there’s a little pot on top of it. I’ve added a screencap of it to the images album for this area. Update: I’m donating my heart and soul to @ack-emma for suggesting in the replies to this ask that the central object above the sink is a samovar!! I had never heard of this so I had absolutely no idea what it was, but I think they hit the nail on the head. Y’all Aziraphale really likes tea.

16. Sculpture

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Thank you @ineffable-endearments, @behold-my-squeees, @srebrnafh, @aethelflaedladyofmercia for contributing to this post about the statue and its potential symbolism! Update: @doctorscienceknowsfandom has added some analysis to the post above suggesting that this is a sculpture of Paris, the figure from Greek mythology. I’m inclined to agree! Update: BINGO! @tifaria​ has found Aziraphale’s exact statue (confirmed Paris!) in this post. Brilliant work!! This community continues to blow me away. Further discussion about the sculpture’s meaning in the context of the show here — be sure to check the notes for further commentary.

17. Boxes/storage

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These boxes and piles of books can be seen behind Aziraphale when he encounters Shadwell in the shop and behind Crowley while he’s rambling drunkenly about why they should stop Armageddon in episode one. They’re in a nook that goes further back than where the shop appears to end from its exterior (see #2 for more info on that!). 

18. Stacks of books

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You can see this stack in one of the aerial shots of Shadwell in the shop. I didn’t include most stacks of books in the floor plan because they’re literally everywhere and I had to manually set how high each book would be from the floor, so putting them in piles got tedious very quickly. But I did include a few notable ones, and this is one of those imo because there’s not much else in that area as far as I can tell.

19. Bust

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This little guy moves around quite a bit, unlike most things in the shop. In some photos/scenes it’s where I put it on the floor plan, but in others it’s closer to the northwestern wall and in this 360 video of the shop it’s right between two of the columns. I chose to put it where I did because it’s there in the scene where Crowley is drunkenly rambling about Armageddon, whereas the other locations I’ve seen it in were from behind the scenes shots and stuff. I’m not sure who the bust is of! It appears to have a little ribbon with a medal around its next though. Update: More speculation about the bust here, courtesy of @aethelflaedladyofmercia! Update: @fuckyeahgoodomens has confirmed in this post that the thing around the bust’s neck is the medal given to Aziraphale by Gabriel in this deleted scene!

20. Divider I think?

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Please for the love of god if you know what this thing is, tell me. My best guess is it’s a room divider because what else looks like that?? But I don’t know why you would put a room divider there. And it still doesn’t look exactly like a divider either. But the decorative element at the top and apparent gap between the metal frame and the red bit leads me to believe it’s not furniture or a box. This mystery object is my second nemesis after the weird corner (#5). Update: @brightwanderer has suggested that it might be an embroidered/tapestry draft screen, which I think makes more sense! Update: In the DVD extra bookshop tour I found a very brief image of this item over Neil’s shoulder which I added to the reference photos above. I think by some miracle I was right and it is a divider. It could be a draft screen but at the very least it is shaped like a divider with at least three sections. Wahoo!

21. Record player

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This is the phonograph that’s playing Franz Schubert’s String Quintet in C major (thank you again to @fuckyeahgoodomens for that info) when we first see Aziraphale in the shop. It also plays Queen’s You’re My Best Friend when Crowley runs into the fire.

22. Terry Pratchett’s books

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Another one of the many little Terry easter eggs in the show is this set of his books! @devoursjohnlock made a post highlighting some other specific books you can find in the shop.

23. Chess set

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I saw a post once pointing out this chess set and the implication that Aziraphale and Crowley must play together sometimes, which I thought was a really nice detail to put into the set. But I can’t find the post to credit it! I will update this with a link if I do. Update: Pretty sure this is the post I saw. Thank you to @losyanya for mentioning it :)

24. Circular entryway

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This is one of many circle motifs that production designer Michael Ralph incorporated into the shop. It’s gorgeous. I think there’s actually more room between the archway and the door than I’ve included in this floor plan; Shadwell takes a few steps through it when he runs out of the shop. But I think the fix is just the door being further out from the entryway rather than the entryway being further in. I didn’t want to fuck with the walls to improve this particular area because when I realized the spacing was wrong, I was almost done and would’ve had to manually move each object in the shop over a few inches over. Made more sense to leave the caveat in a footnote. Update: In the DVD extra bookshop tour you get a brief glimpse of something on the inside wall of the entryway. I think it’s a wall sconce or something along those lines. There’s one on either side. I added them to the reference album above! I also figured out how to extend the walls to accommodate some more space there without having to move everything else, so I did that. Update: Here’s a link to some meta discussion about the cupid sculpture in front of this entryway!

25. Sofa Crowley sits on when he suggests they could be godfathers

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You can see that the sofa is next to Aziraphale’s desk and the cash register, and also that there’s a bookshelf behind it. From the entrance to the shop you can see two bookshelves on either side of the central circle, so it was pretty clear that the couch was on the other side of one of those shelves.

26. Wall crucifix

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I find it very interesting that Aziraphale has this considering Jesus isn’t a big part of angelic lore or heaven’s general priorities in the show. It would make more sense to me that he has it because it’s another memento of his time with Crowley, sort of like the illustrated story of Adam and Eve by his desk (#12). Also, fun fact, the opposite side of this wall segment is where he put up all his maps and notes about the whereabouts of the Antichrist in episode three.

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[val-made-a-mistake]

❝above us all the stars are watching❞

(not my gif)

summary: let’s put them topics to bed and go fuck on the roof, just to say that we did it.

warnings: fluff n smut, could be read as a sequel to sunshine but it doesn’t matter

word count: 2.6k

a/n: surprise! i wrote this fic all in one sitting, i hope you guys will like it. i should really get back to my requested fics tho...

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You were completely exhausted with all of the work the boat required. Sure, Paul and Darlene Wilson might have been kind enough back in the day that most of the neighbourhood had come out to help in the name of cashing in a favour, but there was still the water pump and the icky paint job and so many other things to be dealt with, like why the hell was Cheryl, Bob’s wife, asking you how many kids you wanted?

You were trying to make sure everything was going smoothly with the wives that had stopped by to help Sarah with the taxes. You weren’t quite fluent in middle aged lady, but you could make a half-decent mimosa when you wanted to, so they’d all congregated in the dining room with their drinks while they talked about whatever they were talking about— it was supposed to be about Sarah’s income, actually ended up being about some girl from Alexandria who had either murdered someone, become a prostitute, or was horrible at customer service, the way they spoke left it very open-ended.

“Hey - hey, baby!”

Sam burst into the kitchen holding a step ladder, and you jumped. “Hi?”

He gestured at the door. “You wanna come see the boat? Buck finally got it powered up!”

You looked wearily at the potato casserole you were in the middle of making, but sighed. “Sure, yeah.”

Grinning, Sam dropped the step ladder and grabbed your hand instead.

You both flew out of the door and started down the dock when—

“Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam!” AJ called, and you glanced back just in time to see him throw a football.

Sam caught it with ease and tossed it back. “Nice one, man!”

Cass waved from behind AJ. “Hi, Auntie!”

You waved, already halfway to the boat. “Hey baby!”

“Wait up!” Sam exclaimed like a little kid: you’d already stopped short of the glistening boat. You knew that Paul and Darlene would be proud.

Sam seemed to be thinking the exact same thing as he caught up to you.

“It’s a real treat, just you wait,” he said, like you needed persuading.

You tossed him a smirk. “I’m waiting.”

“Hey!” called a familiar someone, poking his head out of the boat. “She wanna see the engine fired up?”

“Hey Buck!” you called.

Sam gave Bucky a double thumbs up, and he automatically dropped back down into the cockpit. A scary half-second of stalling, then—

ROAR!

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed despite yourself, jumping backwards.

“I know!” Sam yelled over the noise, beaming. “‘Kay, turn it off, turn it off!”

Bucky complied and the air was graced with silence once more.

“We gonna sell that?” you asked him, glancing back. “That racket alone makes it some pretty big money.”

Sam bit the inside of his cheek and said nothing.

“Sweetheart!” someone called, and you automatically turned to see Cheryl galloping towards you, panting because of overexertion.

“You gonna finish this casserole or am I gonna have to finish it myself?” she yelled from halfway across the dock.

You fought to keep the annoyance from showing in your face. “I - I can finish it myself, Mrs Davies!”

“I know baby, I know, just...”

You looked back for just a moment and saw Sam smirking. You flipped him the bird.

“I’m coming, Mrs Davies.”

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Every last bit of food from the buffet on the front lawn had been eaten, yet everyone was still holding empty paper plates, talking about nothing and everything at once. No one seemed to be paying attention to Bucky, so you decided to keep him company while Sam was nowhere to be seen.

“You into astronomy?” you asked Bucky, gesturing up at the sky. “Look, I think you can see the Big Dipper.”

Bucky squinted. “I used to tell Steve about constellations like these all the time.”

You bit back a grin. “Can’t find these anywhere in the city.”

This was true. The moon shone brighter than ever while you were here, you didn’t think it was a coincidence. You hoped Bucky saw it too.

“Yo, I’ve been looking for you guys,” Sam said, coming out of nowhere.

“You’ve been looking for us?” you responded flatly.

Sam’s eyes met Bucky’s. “Thought you were sulking in the basement or something.”

He flexed his metal arm protectively, evidently gearing up for an argument. “Are you suggesting I’m not civilized?”

“I’m-”

“The Big Dipper!” you cut in, pointing up at the sky, and Sam immediately looked. “Ah, yeah...”

He glanced back at you. “Remember that time we saw the Northern Lights?”

“Now I’m third wheeling,” Bucky sighed, and before you could stop him he’d walked away.

You opened your mouth and closed it.

“Dick,” Sam muttered.

“The Northern Lights,” you continued hurriedly, but too late, his attention had been diverted, he was looking towards the bonfire Sarah was attempting to start up and Bucky walking towards it. “Is he flirting with my sister?”

You deadpanned at his back as he walked away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Cheryl— or rather, hear her jangling beads— attempting to advance in your direction, so you quickly chucked your paper plate in the garbage and followed Sam.

“Are you sure it’s the right temperature for a bonfire?” he was asking loudly, clearly trying to put as much space as he could between Bucky and Sarah with the way he was spreading his legs, and you wildly resisted a laugh as you sat down.

Sarah made a face. “Keep your big head out of my business, I know the temperature.”

One of the ladies smoking on the porch, Desiree, glanced at the door. “Sarah, you got any marshmallows?”

“In the pantry,” she answered as Bucky finally got a flame going: he chucked it into the pit like it was poisonous and let it eat up all the logs Sarah had stacked.

You squinted at the dock.

“People are already leaving,” you mumbled, crestfallen.

“It’s really late on a Sunday,” Sarah reminded you. “Folks gotta get to work.”

“Maybe it’s for the best,” Sam intoned to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, and you laughed, squirming away.

“So, Sam,” someone said, oblivious to your moment. “When do you think you’re gonna sell the boat?”

An awkward silence fell.

“Marshmallows!” Desiree sang, coming out with her arms laden, “Who wants some? Sam?”

“Uh, sure,” Sam said, and everyone proceeded like nothing had happened.

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3 AM. Everyone had left by now, the boys had been put to bed, Bucky had crashed on the couch and you had no idea where Sarah was, but you and Sam were still up. He was pacing around half-naked, miffed about the boat, while you had awkwardly tucked your chin into your knees on the bed, listening to him rant.

“I don’t wanna sell it, babe, I really don’t, I know it’s irrational,” he was saying, apparently forgetting the proper way to put on a t-shirt the way he was pulling it on and taking it off, “I - I know it probably shouldn’t mean that much to me-“

“Sam,” you said quietly. “That boat is our childhood. It should mean that much to you.”

Silence. He seemed to struggle with words for a moment.

“If it’s between my family’s well-being or the boat, imma choose my family, every single goddamn time, I know y’all know that, it’s stupid to have it any other way, I’m just stressed, man, ‘cause if we choose to sell it then what’s next? After I got denied my loan?We got nothing,” he continued, deciding to pretend like nothing had happened.

“Lie,” you said softly, and looked up at him. “Wilsons know how to compromise better than anyone else, Sam. We’re gonna figure it out.”

You unravelled your legs from your chin, stood up, and strode to the window. After a moment, you pried it open.

As you turned around, you realized Sam’s eyes had never left you.

Was he taken aback? Thinking hard? Compromising, the thing Paul and Darlene and Sarah were best at?

It wouldn’t have mattered because he looked away, finally managed to get the t-shirt over his shoulders, and fell onto the bed, clearly exhausted by his own mind.

“Bring a hoodie,” you said flatly. “We’re going on the roof.”

Sam shot up immediately. “What?”

“You heard me.”

He had: he sprang up automatically, jumped into his slippers, and grabbed a hoodie that had the Captain America shield emblazoned on the front. Meanwhile, you were already halfway out of the window: you hadn’t been on the roof since you were kids, but you had a sudden feeling that the wind from up there was what both of you needed.

Sam clambered out behind you, huffing and puffing— you had to stifle your laugh else your grip would loosen and you’d go sliding off the edge— and you hoisted yourself unsexily onto the roof’s aging shingles. When you glanced up, you could still see the Big Dipper, shimmering brightly.

Sam all but collapsed onto the roof.

“That’s some serious cardio.”

You couldn’t help but let your laughter escape you this time. “And you’re supposed to be an Avenger.”

“Am an Avenger,” he corrected stubbornly, scooching closer over to you as you let your legs dangle off the roof. “Why are we up here?”

You absentmindedly let your head fall onto his shoulder. “To show you you don’t need to worry about the boat.”

A hesitating beat, and Sam wrapped a warm arm around you.

“Can you see the North Star?” you mumbled into his hoodie.

Sam squinted. “I know you’re testing me, I feel like you’ve told me this before.”

You grinned. “Use the Big Dipper’s pointer star.”

Silence fell again.

“Can’t see it.”

You raised a hand, drew a line with your finger. “There. Now you can see the Little Dipper.”

Sam’s lips parted slightly as he looked up: the arm around you grew warmer, and you leaned into it. It was freezing up here, you’d have to go to bed soon.

Silence.

He looked at you again, surveyed you, and after an electrifying beat, brushed away a piece of hair that had fallen into your mouth.

You smiled up at him, all soft lips and doe eyes.

His arm went lower to grip your waist, then he pressed his lips to yours.

Your eyes closed as Sam cupped your face, making all your nerves go haywire, and you let the glorious feeling rest for a moment, soaking it all up before you went to manipulate it deeper.

Your leg was in the middle of falling asleep hanging off the roof, but you shook it awake, gently draped it over him, and Sam grunted his assent, using his grip on your hips to pull you onto him fully.

A hand was on your body now, feeling out the nape of your neck, and you had an urge to to speed this up, but resisted.

Sam didn’t seem to have any complaints about going faster, though: he ran the thumb of his other hand over the elastic of your pyjama pants, dipping it inside, almost teasingly.

You groaned, staring up at the sky, but you were smiling. “Yeah, slow down, Naveen.”

“I’m supposed to get that reference, aren’t I?”

“Oh my god, you don’t know who anybody is!”

Sam had no choice but to kiss you again, satisfyingly deep, and he pulled the soft fabric of your pyjama pants down your ass without complaint. The cold air nipped at what was exposed, something that was instantly melted by his hands running down the bare skin, fluttery and possessive all at once. He traced a stretch mark with his finger.

“Have I ever told you that you’re perfect?” he mumbled, his voice a little deeper.

Your eyes had fluttered closed. “Only multiple times, every single day.”

Sam grinned. “‘Cause it’s true, baby.”

He spanked you lightly, making you gasp out in surprise.

He slipped a hand between your legs now, lazily rubbing your clit.

“You’re wet.”

The words no shit Sherlock were on the edge of your tongue, but you swallowed them.

“Please touch me,” you whispered.

He complied as soon as the words had left your lips: the hand on your clit got rougher, and you leaned into him, feeling yourself build up to the precipice.

He kissed you again, letting his tongue fall against yours, and your hands drifted towards the awful plaid flannel pants he called pyjamas. You had his cock free in an instant, and you lazily stroked up and down, almost as tantalizingly slow as he was doing to you.

Sam grunted, he didn’t like that, but you didn’t care. You hummed contentedly, swiping at a dribble of precum leaking from his tip.

He entered you smoothly, and fast. It felt kind of illegal to be out here, the breeze brushing over you every now and again, but Sam revelled in it, leaning back against the roof as you bounced on him, your arms still around his neck and keeping you together. You were briefly aware of his hands on your hips, guiding you down— you were almost burning at his girth, but other than that, it was all you, you, you, your name was the only word he seemed to know anymore.

“Oh God,” Sam whispered. “So beautiful...fuck...”

You moaned even louder, spurred on by the praise, wanting nothing more than to see him come even though you’d already orgasmed at the sound of his voice, you could feel it dripping down your legs.

“Fuck, baby...”

You kissed him again and he hugged you tight, making a feeling much warmer than fireworks shoot through your body. You were having sex on a roof, and if you leaned back, you’d fall, but that didn’t matter, there was only him and this gorgeous feeling.

It was over way too soon. You pulled off him after you realized your legs were freezing, then pulled your pyjamas over your hips again, trying to find the best way to dismount.

Sam found it for you, he guided you to the side and helped you find the ledge of the window.

You came back inside, totally windblown, and he followed after you.

When you looked back at him he was shirtless and hopping around on one foot, trying to get his sock off, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come help me!” he whisper shouted.

You were rushing to the bed. “No, c’mon!”

You fell together like frisky teenagers, and now that you were on a definite surface Sam held nothing back, pressing himself on top of you as your mouths found each other again.

“Samuel Wilson, have I ever told you I’m in love with you?” you mumbled on his lips.

Sam pulled away and raised an eyebrow, and to your horror, imitated your voice.

“Only multiple times, every single day.”

You grinned in spite of yourself. “Bastard.”

You latched your legs onto him and pulled him into you.

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[n0-eyedtaissa]

1,3,4,5,8,11 for cope

1. Song they dance in the kitchen at 3am

The party at the Chateau had taken on a life of its own that night, a second reunion for the Pogues, John B, and Sarah — one that included Clementine now that her and John B had finally began to put their differences aside. Everyone seemed happy and lively for little while again, for the happy moment that was stuck in time. There were angry parents waiting on the other side, other consequences to be faced. But none of these problems were gonna get solved tonight. The last time they were at Tannyhill, Sarah made sure to slip a few bottles of her dad’s favorite, stashed-away reds into her backpack. She sits on the lip of the hot tub drinking straight from the green glass bottle, purple stains on the skin of her full lips. “Get in the Cat’s Ass, Clem!” JJ shouts over the hum of the jets and tosses an empty beer can in Clementine’s direction. “C’mon, Clam!” John B teases and Clementine flips him the bird as she leans down to light up the foot tall glass bong that was balanced on one of the rickety lawn chairs. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Pope and Clem had a secret that night. Earlier that evening Clementine pulled him aside in the kitchen of the Chateau and retrieved something from the front pocket of her overalls. Pope opens his hand to find a small green pill — the molly that Clem had poached from Kimber’s room all those months ago. “You’re the only person I trust enough to do this with” She says. Pope likes to keep the signals clear and for the most part Clementine did so too, California Sober. If they were going to do anything, tonight was the perfect night. Why not? They take the pills and chase it down with sink water straight from the taps, laughing because what the hell did they think they were doing? They spend the rest of the night in the warm comfortable bubble of their friends, laughing and dancing and being rambunctious, enjoying the blissful handful of hours where consequences were nonexistent because everyone knew shit was going to his the fan tomorrow.

3. Song that plays over them making eye contact across the room

Clementine couldn’t lie and say she didn’t make a habit of popping into Heyward’s Seafood more often than she had reason for. If anyone ever asked her about it, she’d say that she liked the cold bottles of lemonade and the assorted old candy by the cash register, but that was only part of the reason. She liked seeing Pope in a setting that wasn’t school or with the Pogues, the places where he needed to be the brains of the operation. Sure, she liked being around Pope then too but he seemed to have an ease about him when he was just hanging around his dad’s store, chopping it up with the customers and old fisherman, asking them about their luck that day. Clementine walks into the store that day with a purpose, pulling the crumpled paper list out of her sweaty pocket and trying to read her dad’s slanted scrawl. Him and Gat were gearing up for a big seafood boil and Clementine was left with picking up the ingredients. She needs orange juice and lemon juice for flavor and to cut some of the spice from the paprika and other seasonings she flitted around the small store trying to find. Of course, most of what Clementine needed was just out of her reach, high on the top shelf. She wasn’t the kind of girl who liked asking for help, she doesn’t want to inconvenience Heyward and it looked like Pope was busy taking empty crates out back to the recycling bin. She plants her foot on the bottom shelf and sees if it can hold her weight and it can, so she uses the shelves like a ladder, stepping up and over canned foods and dry foods. “Clementine Adams, how many times do I have to tell you that my store ain’t your playground!” Heyward calls out loudly, sounding exasperated. Pope comes through the staff door carrying a big box, shaking his head as he smiles at Clementine, who gives him a shy wave. “Maybe if you didn’t have your only stock-boy running back and forth, I’d have someone to ask to get things from the top shelf!” She puts her hands on her hips, knowing that Heyward wouldn’t actually be upset with her for teasing him a little. (No one believed her when she said the old man had a soft spot for her but she could just tell) “C’mon Pops, you know she’s vertically challenged” Pope smiles, reaching up easily to retrieve one of the big glass bottles of hot sauce from the top shelf. He takes the shopping basket from her and walks up to the till to start ringing up her purchases. “Mr Heyward I think I know the perfect way to make it up to you!” She says as she pushes herself onto the counter. “We’re having a seafood boil over at our house tomorrow night and you guys should come by” Clementine may have been addressing Heyward but she was looking right at Pope.

4. Running from the cops chase song

Everyone knew that the Twinkie was the least reliable mode of transportation ever. It didn’t have enough seatbelts, it was a waking safety hazard, the engine was shot — point to something and it was broken. But John B refused to get rid of it because it was the unofficial mascot of the Pogues. But everyone could admit that it wasn’t the best choice to be able to outrun Rafe and Redfield, who were both high on coke and a power trip at the promise of a payout from Carla Limbrey. John B stomps down hard on the gas to try and get the old van to move just a little bit faster, the engine coughs and Pope tightens the white knuckle grip he had on the door. “They’re gaining on us!” Clementine calls out from her spot in the backseat trunk area (as Clementine was the smallest out of all of the Pogues and the van was getting pretty crowded these days). “He can’t go any faster” Sarah’s tone is sharp and stressed out and if Clementine had the time she’d roll her eyes and make a comment about how uptight she was. Clementine recognizes the intersection they’re coming up against, only a few more cross streets and they’d be in the residentials. Rafe was dumb but not dumb enough to take this chase where it was sure to be seen by onlookers and called in to Shoupe at the station. Clementine sees the clearing that she walked through all the time to get to town, only a handful of roads over from her own house. The clearing was a dirt road but the underbrush was so grown over that it blocked the mouth of the road (that’s why Clementine always had scraped on her legs). She gets an idea. “John B, turn! Turn right now!” Clementine yells. “I can’t!” “Trust me”

5. Song that would make them just lose all inhibitions and dance around their living space

The first few notes of the song start to come to life through the stolen speakers in the kitchen of the Chateau and suddenly Clementine’s ears perked up. “Feel the morning on my face…” She sings along drunkenly, kicking her feet against the countertop where she sat. “You know this song?” Pope asks her, clearly impressed. She responds with an enthusiastic “I LOVE this song” and it’s definitely the kind of answer her was looking for. Clementine takes a sip straight off the glass bottle sitting beside her — some old, gross tasting alcohol that Sarah stole from her dad because it was supposed to be strong— and hands the bottle over to Pope. “You’re crazy” He laughs at her, putting the bottle down and grabbing her hand so she can get down from the counter. Pope does a fake-fancy bow and leads Clementine by the hand towards where the rest of their friends are dancing. They’re both too rigid and insecure, but through their fit of giggles they find the beat and start to move with it. Clementine can’t dance and she never pretended that she could, but it never would stop her from trying enthusiastically. She wriggles about, shimmying and laughing because she knows she looks ridiculous, but Pope was smiling anyways. “What are you even doing? What dance move is that?” Pope asks through his laughter. “I’m free styling!” Clementine’s laughing hysterically now, too drunk and too energetic. But she’s happy, and so is everyone else. Pope grabs her by the hand again and spins her around.

8. Song they’ve made a dance routine for

Clementine is sitting at they Heyward family’s kitchen table — somewhere that she’d been spending a lot more time lately. She looks up from her history textbook at Pope, who looks away quickly to try and hide that he’d been staring at her. Clementine feels her cheeks heat up so she takes a big gulp from her glass of water. “You stayin’ for dinner, Miss Clementine?” Pope’s mom asks kindly, stepping into the kitchen area and starting to grab ingredients out of the refrigerator. Clementine smiles as she nods. “I’d like that” Her eyes flash over to Pope, who’s trying to evade the knowing gaze of both of his parents. Clementine nudges his foot with her own under the table. Mrs Heyward flits around the kitchen, opening every cabinet and slamming down pots and pans on the stove. Pope and Clementine decide to give up on studying and leave their notebooks open. The radio is playing an oldies station and Mrs. Heyward turns the dial up as she grabs Pope by the hand and pulls him out of the chair to dance with her. Pope spins around the kitchen with his mother, laughing and trying not to be embarrassed when Mrs. Heyward says “C’mon over here now, Clementine, it’s your turn to try. Pope’s a great dancer!” She pulls Clementine up out of her creaky wooden chair and Pope extends his hand, bowing in comedic chivalry. Clementine laces her fingers through his, paying little attention to her shaking hands.

11. Adventure montage song

The sun is high in the sky and fire hot, Clementine wipes the sweat off her brow, cursing her friends for making her sit in the back of the Twinkie because she had the shortest legs out of everyone. It’s an eerily eerily silent ride, uncommon for all of them, all too nervous about what they’d find after their look around the Island Room. “What are we even looking for?” Clementine asks. She only knows part of the story, has only been let onto so much information. “We’ll know it when we see it” John B recites and Clementine wants to roll her eyes at him but he’s too far away for it to really be as satisfying as she wants. “Why do you guys ALWAYS say that!” She rests her head against the window until John B goes over a bump, making her smack her head against the hot glass. “If I have to get another tetanus shot because of you guys I think I might need some new friends” She says and JJ laughs. Earlier that summer when they were all trying to find a way to exonerate John B, it was up to Clementine to shimmy her way under the Chateau into Big John’s secret crawl space, where he kept the big metal lock box of all of his important documents and findings, including the agreement he and Ward Cameron had signed. “What have you guys done to this poor girl?” Sarah raises and eyebrow and looks towards the backseat for answers. JJ smiles, taking a hit off of Kiara’s weed pen. “Let’s just say that Clem and Cousin Ricky got acquainted with each other real quick…” “I have the scar to prove it!” Clementine pokes at the small crescent moon shaped scar that was left over from the nail that got embedded in her knee as she army-crawled under the Chateau. They pull the van up in front of a big Angel Oak tree with a cubby-hole in its face and immediately Clementine gets nervous. She knows that someone is going to suggest reaching in there and she knew for a fact it wasn’t going to be her. “Not it!” She says, probably a little preemptively, touching her finger to her nose just to make sure it wouldn’t be her who was reaching her skinny arm into the darkness. Everyone follows suit, save for JJ. “Man I hate this game” He pouts, turning his hat around and climbing up onto the roof of the van.

#clementine x the pogues #obx oc: clementine adams #pope heyward one shot #pope heyward x oc #pope heyward fic #jj maybank x oc #kiara carrera x oc #john b routledge #sarah cameron x oc #sarah cameron #obx imagine #ocappreciation #song asks

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭

pairing: cartel!shota aizawa x fem!reader

words: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, this will be a cartel!au, so mentions of c*ke and distribution...yeah lol, suggestive content towards the end of the chapter (vague description of a bj), angst, cheating, aizawa just ain’t shit in this story LMFAOOO

a/n: this is the third fucking time i’ve tried to post this so if it doesn’t work i’m gonna cry. but I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE and i can’t wait for you all to see what i’ve got planned. so uh...strap yourselves in it’s about to get crazy. sorry ms joke </3

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐚’ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

The salty, warm breeze from the ocean whipped its way through Shota’s onyx locks, tossing them around with a gentle force. Miami was gorgeous from the water, skyscrapers alight with the buzzing energy of the city, streets crawling with good food and even better looking women. Gorgeous full lips wrapped around martini glasses, criminally short dresses clinging to any skin it was given. He didn’t care much for the nightlife, opting to observe the partygoers from a distance.

He wasn’t here to socialize.

He was here to work.

His wrists draped over the edge of the rail that separated him and the water, a small portion of his weight against the cool metal. When Hizashi suggested that he get a yacht he nearly spat out his whiskey, face contorted in an expression of annoyance and disdain. Shota didn’t understand why someone would need such a flashy boat, it was merely a watercraft meant for travel and or fishing. This wasn’t the 1400’s where one’s worth was tied to the size of a man’s ship. Just another glorified pissing contest for rich people with too much money, and not enough couple’s therapy in the world that could keep them home for days at a time.

It’s not as if he was in any position to judge though, his pinky coming to rest just below the silver band that rarely inhabited his ring finger these days. He doesn’t entirely know what possessed him to wear it, whether it be the ever-crushing guilt from lying to his wife, or the text he’d received from Emi this morning that read:

“Make sure to bring me back a mojito! Don’t work yourself too hard, and remember how much I love you!💕”

If only she knew that these tri-monthly “Inter-Departmental Hero Conferences” were just fronts for selling a literal boat-load of cocaine.

Turns out, yachts were really good for that.

In the span of just five years, superhuman society was nearing it’s peak. Upon the graduation of all the students in the 1-A Hero Course, and Izuku Midoriya’s induction as the new Symbol of Peace; the world began to see an astronomical shift. Crime rates were the lowest they’d ever been, with Japan and the States sitting at 2 and 4.5 percent, respectively. Newly minted Pro Heroes roamed the streets, bringing security to those who needed it and striking fear into the hearts of those who were on the wrong side of the law.

But this utopia came at a price. With the sudden influx of fresh and talented pros, crime decreased exponentially, leaving little villain-based work for Heroes to get paid for. Hostage situations and evacuation efforts took backseat to helping older women across the street and assisting young children with their schoolwork. Soon enough, peace became a burden for those whose careers surrounded chaos.

Aizawa was no exception to this dilemma. Once Midoriya and his classmates graduated and obtained their Hero Licenses, he’d ended his tenure as an instructor at UA. He felt that he’d done his civic duty as a teacher and a Pro, and produced some of the finest Heroes the world would come to see. So he began to settle down. Surprisingly, he’d begun to tolerate Joke’s incessant laughter and boisterous personality, and soon fell in love with the eccentric woman. Between patrols and giving advice to aspiring Heroes at the community center, he and Emi explored all the the world had to offer; swapping out steel-toed combat boots for soft plush flip flops against hot sand. After three years he’d proposed, much to Emi’s delight (and Ashido’s upon hearing that Mr. Aizawa could actually tolerate another human being). The ceremony was small, and intimate. Shinsou serving as the ring bearer, and Eri as the flower girl. Mic even shed a few tears during the toast, though he’ll deny it if Kayama ever brings it up.

For a while, things were good. Life was good. Emi was glowing with the energy of a new life blossoming inside her, and Shota fantasized about meeting his little girl, counting all of her dainty fingers and toes, and doting on her for all to see.

Or at least it was, before agencies began to close. Paychecks got smaller and smaller. Heroes were struggling to find work and their pockets began to struggle along with them. With Emi on maternity leave, and Hero society coming to a standstill, things were looking grim. He needed to provide for his family, his wife, his children.

He needed a plan, and fast.

Luckily, Hizashi always did have good standing with everyone’s favorite Bird Boy. So he called in a few favors.

“Just for a couple months man! We stir up a little bit of noise, make a couple ripples and bam! Crime rate’s back up, and we get back to makin’ money. It’s temporary. Nobody will ever know, I’ll make sure of it. I got you.” Hizashi pleaded, an arm slung across Aizawa’s shoulders as he pensively gazed into his glass of amber liquid. He’d done some vigilante work here and there in his twenties but this....this was outright criminal. But what choice did he have?

Just a few months, he’d said. If only it’d worked out that way.

“I was getting worried you wouldn’t show, Eraser!” Zhu thundered, hands clapping joyously at the other man’s timeliness. “That’s some boat you got there, let me guess...the wife’s idea?” He queried, eyebrows waggling emphatically as Aizawa descended from the metal ladder and onto the wooden pier; eyes rolling into the back of his head at Zhu’s...excitable personality. The two had known each other for about two years or so, having gotten acquainted over the course of Shota’s many trips between Japan and the States, and sometimes South America. Zhu Kanaka was a man of the lower ranks, opting to use his easygoing disposition to negotiate deals for Takami “Lord of The Skies” Keigo, better known as Hawks. Standing at a solid 6 foot 4, with thick black locks that spiked into a point reminiscent of an onion, thick bushy brows and a set jaw, you’d think he wouldn’t hesitate to punt anyone like a football.

At least until he opened his mouth.

“As it turns out, Emi hates the damn thing. Makes her seasick. Hizashi talked me into getting the fuckin’ eyesore.” He intoned. His left hand palmed his slacks for the emergency pack of cigarettes he kept in his back pocket for when he was stressed during a deal, although he never really needed them anymore after Eri said she wanted him to quit. He still held on to them though, just in case. “The hell you waiting for? You know the deal man. Let’s see it.” He muttered, silently willing for Zhu to get on with it so he could get in a bed. Three and a half hours on a goddamned boat (that you didn’t even want to begin with) will do that to you.

“Someone looks like he needs a nap. Alright, I got ya. Count it, make sure it’s all there. I had Thing 1 and Thing 2 back there pack it, so you might wanna double check.” Zhu quipped, jerking a thumb towards the two young men currently engaged in a heated game of Rock, Paper, Scissors; the pair of them flushing upon receiving one of Aizawa’s infamous stares. Two thick black duffles were handed to his two bodyguards, the men immediately unzipping and checking the stacks, a mental tally steadily climbing higher and higher as they sifted through the cash.

“He’s good. Four hundred thousand in each bag. It’s all there, Eraser.” Sato affirmed, Toru nodding alongside the man. “Good. Go ahead and call Jamie, tell him to bring the car around. Zhu, I’ll send Sato and Toru to help your men unload our shipment. It’s a hefty one, so you’ll need the assistance.” Shota offered, shoulders visibly relaxing at the thought of getting some alone time in an empty hotel room.

“Yeah that’d be great, thanks! How long you in town for?”

“Until about 3pm tomorrow. I’ll be on my flight back to Kyushu then.” He states, right arm extending to clasp the other man’s hand in a firm grip. “You’re goin to that meeting the Big Man’s holding in a few days right?” Zhu queries. “Unfortunately, yes. Gonna miss my little girl’s first doctor’s appointment for this shit.”

“No way! She had the baby?!?!? Congratulations man! How’s it feel?” Zhu exclaims, eyes alight with joy for his friend’s new addition to the family. “Feels good. She had a smooth pregnancy, everything worked out fine. Hana’s beautiful, and healthy. I couldn’t be more proud.” Shota brags slightly, heart swelling at the thought of his little girl and how proud he was to know he’d helped in making someone so...ethereal. “Wow. Raising another kid, you flying out all the damn time, along with whatever else you got goin on?? No wonder you look like shit.”

Red eyes and floating hair caused Zhu to immediately retract his former statement.

“Aw I’m just joshin’ Eraser! But I hear ya. It’s a lotta’ sacrifices that go into this, but they’re who we do it for. All of it. Ya know?” Zhu amends, eyes shimmering with the reflection of the city lights off of the water.

Did he even know who... or what he was doing this for anymore?

Shota found himself asking that question more and more often as of late.

“...Right.”

“Anyway, you’re probably spent, so I’ll leave you to it. It was good seeing you man, send Emi my love!” Zhu shouted as he slowly walked towards the men unloading his boat. “Likewise. Tell Macie and the kids I said hello.” Aizawa responded dryly, body screaming for some kind of relief from this exhaustion.

“Will do! Oh, by the way! You might wanna bring some cooler clothes and sunscreen with your pale ass, I hear Guadalajara’s pretty sunny around this time of year! See you in a few days man!” The male laughed, throwing him a wave as he slowly disappeared into the darkness of the port. Massaging the bridge of his nose in irritation, Aizawa nodded in acknowledgement as Jamie pulled up alongside him; his hand reaching for the handle and dragging his siphoned body into the backseat.

Jamie could sense his employer’s weary expression, and didn’t make any attempts at conversation, merely opting to start making his way to the hotel while smooth jazz floated through the car. Forehead against the door of the towncar, Shota typed out a quick message to his wife:

“Alcohol is the last thing you need sweetheart, and I love you too. Got another meeting in a few days, mandatory. I’ll in be in Mexico, so I’ll miss Hana’s appointment. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to the two of you.”

Sent.

The message sat for a few seconds before Emi read and typed out a response:

“Aw, bummer! </3 Dont worry, work is much more important right now. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures!”

“You don’t have to make it up to us, you caring is enough. Get some sleep old man, me and the girls love you. xoxo, Wifey 😘 ”

He didn’t deserve her.

He didn’t deserve any of them.

This he knew. And yet, it didn’t stop him from responding to the unknown number that texted his phone every time he happened to be in town.

“Same time and place? Desperately in the mood to play....My toys just aren’t as good as yours, Eraser. ;)”

His heart sank. A beat passes. Then two.

Calloused thumbs move fluidly across the screen. He’s done this far too many times.

“Be there in 10. You know the routine.”

And in retrospect...he would’ve been way better off just blowing off Guadalajara and going to Hana’s appointment.

Because while he wrapped her slick ponytail around his hand, as a head that wasn’t his wife’s dipped between his legs, he didn’t think this would be his last moment of peace. Shoved down the throat of a woman who’s name he had long forgotten, settling for calling her whatever pet name he felt like adorning her with, her hands clawing at the soft and sleek cotton of his trousers.

Aizawa never anticipated that this would be the last time he would be in a room without immediate reinforcements, and be content.

The last time someone he didn’t trust with his life knew his location, and he wasn’t terrified.

The last moments of peace in his world before it all went to hell.

Temecula, California;

1:36am

The office floor was barren. Dark, coffee stained carpet congealed with the bacteria of old and new; giving it a sad beige color from the creamy foam-like white it was when the building was built. Cubicles cluttered with miscellaneous paperwork from separate departments, all of it raining down from desk to desk like a fresh layer of snow on the first day of winter. Tired, weary hands typed at a computer with precision and accuracy, the warm glow from the screen illuminating the buttons on her blouse as she plowed through each document. Her body raged for a moment of rest, but she couldn’t give in. Not when so much was at stake, not when so much needed to be done in so little time.

After a few minutes, and approximately twelve sips of bittersweet lukewarm coffee, the fingers came to a halt. A sigh of relief was freed from her body as she pushed the enter button on the dusty, tan keyboard and began to pack up for the night. Since the computers were set on an activity timer, there was no need for her to physically shut it down. After 30 seconds of no visible movement, the screen flashed a message declaring that the activity would be suspended within the next 2 minutes if no motion was detected. Content with her work, she slung her work bag over her shoulder, and trudged towards the elevator, mentally clocking out for the night.

As the elevator slowly carried its passenger down, the computer continued its countdown before discontinuing its power, leaving the following words for nobody but its future recipient to read:

Drug Enforcement Agency Operative Travel Request:

Agent: L/N, F/N

Current Operation: Potential formation of a rising cartel under the leadership and or affiliation of Pro Heroes Hawks, Endeavor, and Eraserhead. Agent has been undercover for eight months and twenty-seven days.

Investigation Status: Active

Location of Travel: Guadalajara, Mexico

Reason for Request: Possible gathering of multiple Hero-Run plazas to discuss further movement. Will gather more intel and gain trust of suspects involved/acquire more resources for investigation.

Travel Request Status: Accepted.

#shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x you #mha x reader #aizawa x reader #nyafterhours

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Le Paon Part 8

(Hey, guys! Here’s another chapter of the Le Paon AU. I’m going to try to update this every two weeks now- since weekly updates were a mess for me. Please tell me what you think, and if you want to keep reading!)

Part 1 / Part 7 / Part 9

“‘Change tactics’? What do you mean?” Felix asked, sparing Nathalie a glance. She seemed to be in a bitter mood that evening, more so than usual. 

“Just that.” Gabriel said, regaining his attention. “Ladybug is too cunning to challenge her head on. We must come up with another strategy. One that under-goes her suspicions and exploits her weaknesses.”

Felix frowned. Does Ladybug even have a weakness?

“What do you suggest?”

His Father smiled, and he resisted the urge to flinch. 

“I’m glad you asked.” Gabriel all but purred. “Ladybug, should she activate her Lucky Charm, has a five minute time span before she detransforms. Normally she runs off to hide before that happens, but if you were to follow her long enough..”

“I could discover her identity.” Felix finished.

“Exactly. Knowing Ladybug’s identity would surely give us the advantage.” 

Felix nodded. They could practically waltz into Ladybug’s house and take her miraculous if they knew who she was, and once Ladybug was defeated, Chat Noir wouldn’t be far behind. 

Speaking of the Alley Cat..

“How do we get past Chat Noir? I imagine he won’t just let me run off after Ladybug.” He questioned.

Gabriel hummed. “You’ll just have to be subtle, then, won’t you?” 

Felix held back a scoff. That wasn’t the answer he was looking for. Obviously, Father hadn’t thought through this plan completely. 

Nevertheless, Chat Noir would merely act as a bump in the road. He was certain he could find a way around that furball.

“Yes, sir.” Felix said. “I’ll find out her identity as soon as I can.” 

“The sooner the better.” Gabriel remarked, before gesturing for him to leave.

Felix moved to exit the room, but Gabriel spoke again as he opened the door. Something about his tone sent a chill through Felix’s bones, and whether the words were meant to be supportive or not, Felix found himself speed-walking to his room after the door closed.

“I know you won’t disappoint me.” 

~~~~~~

Marinette held her breath, trying to keep steady. Still, the needle trembled between her fingers. She tisked in annoyance. One would think that keeping their hands steady during sowing would get easier after years of practice.

Easy.. She told herself, her tongue slowly slipping past her lips as she tried to concentrate. Just a bit more to the left and-

“Ugh!” 

Marinette flinched, causing the needle to poke through the fabric and prick her finger. She hissed, pulling the needle away from her dress and sticking her injured finger into her mouth. 

“Oh, sorry Marinette.” Allegra apologized, sparing her a guilty glance. “I just can’t believe I missed that epic ice fight yesterday! It would have put my blog’s ratings through the roof!” 

“But your ratings are already booming.” Marinette pointed out, wiping her finger on a handkerchief. “Didn’t you get a picture of Ladybug saving Le Paon?”

“Yeah, through frosted glass.” Allegra sighed. “People could easily call it a hoax.. And you’re sure you didn’t get any pictures either?” 

Marinette shook her head. “We got stuck in the ice rink when the frost hit.” 

Allegra rose a brow. “‘We’?”

“Oh, yeah. Alya and I went together, and she invited the Agrestes.” Marinette replied, not thinking much of it. 

She didn’t notice the coy smile that curled onto Allegra’s lips. 

“Felix was there?” 

Marinette nodded, feeling a bit of heat come to her cheeks at the thought of him. By the time they finished ice skating yesterday, Felix and Marinette had practically been hugging each other. It wasn’t until Alya started taking pictures that she actually let go. The fact that she didn’t want to step away from him only worried Marinette more. What if she really did have feelings for Felix? He seemed to enjoy spending time with her, but did she honestly have a chance when it came to love? Marinette was a baker girl, and Felix was the heir to an enormous fashion company. He probably had girls lining up for his affections just like Adrien did, girls who were far prettier than her and a much better fit for someone like him. No, she and Felix could never be together in a romantic sense. Despite what Alya thought, some people just worked better as friends than lovers. This was obviously one of those times.

“Mari, I’ve been thinking..” Allegra spoke again, pulling Marinette from her thoughts. “Why don’t we plan a study date together? I know this really good cafe that serves the best lattes-”

Marinette perked up at the mention of lattes. She loved those heavenly drinks.

“-and it’ll help me be a little more productive while we talk about ‘Birds of a Feather’.”

“I don’t see why not.” She shrugged, sticking her needle into her pin cushion. “Would Saturday work for you?”

Allegra smiled. “Perfect! We can meet at the Laduree cafe around noon for lunch?” 

Marinette stood up. “Can you do four? I need to help out in the bakery first.”

“Four’s good.”

“Great! I need to get going now, if you don’t mind. The suns going down, and I was hoping I could get some sketching in today.”

“Oh, sure, but why do you need to go outside to sketch?” Allegra asked, slipping her purse over her shoulder.

“It helps keep my inspiration flowing.” Marinette shrugged. She then scooped her sketch pencils and erasure into her “art bag” and shook her bag around so she could fit her sketchbook inside as well.

“Huh.. that makes sense. I’ll see you tomorrow at school then!” Allegra said with a wave before flipping open the trap door.

Marinette returned her wave with a smile and took a few extra minutes getting the last of her things together before following her friend down the ladder. 

“Maman, I’m going out to sketch!” She called over her shoulder as she passed the cash register.

“Alright, sweetie! Be back in time for supper!” Sabine called back from the kitchen.

Another wave to Allegra, and she was out the door, strolling down the sidewalk and thinking up a few designs to start when she got to her favorite sketching spot. Hopefully it would take her mind off of the whole Felix business.

~~~~~~

“Alright, a little to left!” 

Adrien moved to the left as told, trying to hold his pose while doing so.

The cameraman frowned and shook his head. “No, no, show me a smile! A smile! Surely you can do better than that, Monsieur Agreste.”

Felix rolled his eyes as Adrien’s smile widened. He was trying too hard to look happy. Of course, Felix wouldn’t be happy either if he had to do multiple photo shoots two days in a row. Maybe he should look up some of the child labor laws in France. This much work on a fourteen year old couldn’t possibly be legal. 

The photographer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, something is still missing! Let’s change the scenery. Maybe that will get your sparkle back.” 

As soon as the camera was off of him, Adrien’s shoulders sagged. He looked exhausted.

“You know, I could always have Father rearrange your schedule for rest.” Felix offered, extending his cup of coffee to him.

Adrien refused the drink, but gave a half smile at the thought of an easier schedule. “Thanks, but you know he’d never agree to that. If I start complaining, he might pull me out of school.” 

“It’s not complaining. It’s called ‘Mental health’.” Felix replied, taking a sip of the coffee himself.

“He’ll still pull me out of school.” 

“Come! Come!” The photographer interrupted, gesturing for the boys to follow him. “We must hurry if we are going to finish!” 

Reluctantly, Felix and Adrien climbed into their car, where they were driven to another park across town. 

-

The Trocadero Gardens. Felix had seen it before in passing, but he’d never visited the park for some reason. Maybe he’d just been too preoccupied with his books.

The car rolled to a stop, and the boys barely had time to unbuckle before being ushered out of the car.

“No time to waste!” The photographer stressed as he set up his camera again.

Felix sent the photographer a glare. This guy was literally getting paid by the hour. What was he rushing for?

Adrien- good little doormat that he was -walked over to stand in front of the fountain as the photographer instructed. 

Felix opted to wander around the park instead. Why watch your little brother waste away in the model industry when you can enjoy a nice afternoon at a new park? It seemed like a waste to stay put, if you asked him.

The park wasn’t all that large, but he found it refreshing anyway. There was a mother taking her baby for a walk in a stroller, a man taking his dog for a walk, and another man who appeared to be feeding pigeons. Felix didn’t recall that being allowed there.

Oh, there’s even an artist here. He thought, seeing a young girl on the concrete steps across from the fountain. She held a pink notebook in her lap, and appeared to be very engrossed in what she was doing as she scribbled across the page. Her tongue was sticking out and everything. The only other person he knew that did that was..

Wait.

“..Marinette?” He said, a bit hesitant at first. When she looked up, though, Felix had no trouble walking over to her.

“Felix? What are you doing here?” She asked, eyes wide with surprise.

Felix smirked. This girl was too adorable.

“Adrien is having a photo shoot.” He answered, gesturing behind him to the cameraman. “You look busy. Should I leave you to your work?” 

“Oh, no, no. It’s- um -I’m just working on some sketches, so..” Marinette stuttered, fiddling with the edges of her notebook.

Felix nodded and mouthed an “ah”.

“Do you mind if I..” He trailed off, motioning towards the spot on the stairs next to her.

Marinette straightened. “Oh! No, of course not. Please.” 

“So what are you working on? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” Felix asked as he sat down.

A smile graced her lips. “Not at all. I wasn’t working on anything specific. Just a few things that popped into my head.”

She tilted the notebook, and Felix leaned closer so he could get a proper view. The first sketch on the left was what looked to be a thin, transparent dress clipped around a solid sheath dress. The picture was only half-way colored, but he could tell she was aiming for a colorful creation. The transparent fabric would be a brilliant rainbow color lined with silver, and the sheath dress would be a deep shade of red to compliment it. The second sketch on the right looked just as promising, though it wasn’t colored yet. It was a casual outfit: Jeans, high-heeled ankle boots, and a blouse with vertical stripes and bell sleeves. 

“They look wonderful.” He commented, lightly touching the edge of the page. “I can’t wait to see them in a fashion show.” 

Marinette pulled the notebook away. “Oh, I don’t know about a show. I mean, I love designing, but these are just doodles, really.”

Felix couldn’t help giving a soft smile. Sometimes it was hard to tell if Marinette was just too humble or too insecure. Maybe a little bit of both. 

“You should come over again sometime.” He hadn’t meant to say out loud, in all honesty, but he certainly wasn’t going to take it back now that he had. Felix rather enjoyed her last visit, more so than he would ever admit out loud.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” He added, suddenly getting the urge to look at the ground instead of her. “I don’t know if we’ll be able to talk with him personally, but I’m sure Father would love to see more of your work.”

Marinette smiled bashfully. “That sounds great. Thank you.” 

Felix let out a breath, relieved. “You don’t have to thank me. With talent like that, you were bound to be noticed eventually, whether I introduced you to Father or not.”

An adorable blush bloomed across her freckled cheeks as she turned back to her notebook. How can something so small make him feel so light? 

“Woah, Marinette! You’re here too?” 

The moment was interrupted by none other than Adrien, who either just finished his shoot or convinced the photographer to let him take a break. Judging by his outfit- the usual black shirt and white jacket with jeans -Felix was going to guess the former.

“Oh, hi, Adrien!” Marinette greeted brightly. “I just came here to get some sketching done. How was your shoot?” 

“It was fine.” Adrien replied, leaning over her to get a glimpse of the pages. “Those drawings look awesome! I wish I was that talented.” 

Marinette flushed again and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “T-Thanks, but it’s really just practice..” 

Adrien chuckled. “Believe me, Mari, I could practice for years and not be able to come up with those designs.” 

“I can’t say I disagree.” Felix spoke up. 

He learned too late that that was a mistake.

Adrien turned his gaze to Felix, a predatory-like smile coming to his lips. “No, I’m sure you can’t. How did you two run into each other, again?”

Felix held back a glare. Barely. “If you must know, I stumbled upon her by chance while roaming the park” 

Adrien hummed. “‘By chance while roaming the park’.. I guess that’s convincing enough.” 

Felix scoffed, but Marinette giggled.

“Marinette, it was nice seeing you, but we should probably get going. If the shoot is over, Gorilla should be in the car waiting for us.” Felix said, getting to his feet. Better to leave now than let Adrien keep babbling nonsense.

“You’re not going to try to stall to see her longer?” Adrien asked, thankfully in a lower tone this time. Felix nudged him in the side in retaliation. That boy was just begging to be locked out of the mansion later.

The two waved goodbye to Marinette, and Felix made sure to hold Adrien with an iron grip as they made their way back to the car.

“Have you no shame? She’s going to think that we’re complete idiots. At the most, you’ll make her extremely uncomfortable.” Felix scolded.

Adrien laughed. “Relax, Fe. Marinette obviously doesn’t mind. She even laughed!”

Felix tisked, though he couldn’t deny it. Marinette did laugh.. But that didn’t necessarily mean she enjoyed his implications. He wasn’t sure what it meant. Did she like him back? Was this her way of hinting that Adrien was right? Or was she just being polite as usual?

He shook his head. What was he thinking! He didn’t even feel that way towards Marinette! Or.. he wasn’t supposed to. Argh! Adrien’s teasing is starting to get into his head.

“Hey, look on the bright side.” Adrien said, noticing his brother’s annoyance. “I’m sure she thinks you look cute when you’re angry.”

“Shut up.”

~~~~~~

Claude hummed a little tune as he walked into the classroom. It wasn’t everyday that he got to class early, but this was a special request via Allegra. And when Allegra asks you to do something, you do it. 

He sat down at his assigned desk, paying no mind to the classmate or two that walked in after him, and took his tablet out of his bag. After turning it on, he pulled out another textbook, placing it neatly next to the tablet. A simple set-up, but it should do. Now all Claude had to do was play the part.

The bell rang through the halls, prompting more students to file into the classrooms. Felix came stalking in not a minute later, the exact time Allegra said he would.

Showtime.

Claude groaned as loud as he could and dramatically flopped onto the desk. “Oh, it’s hopeless! It’s all just hopeless!” 

He heard Felix sigh.

“What’s your problem now?” The blonde asked tiredly, moving Claude’s arm to the side as he sat down. Not as much sympathy as he was hoping for, but- hey -it was Felix. What did he expect?

Claude rolled to the side, letting his head fall on Felix’s shoulder and throwing his arm over his face. “It’s Chemistry. I just can’t understand any of it! No matter how hard I try, or how much I study, the formulas make no sense! I’m going to fail this class.”

Felix tisked towards his wailing and moved over, causing Claude to fall back onto the bench. “Maybe you should try paying attention in class.”

Claude rubbed the back of his head with a pout. This guy really was heartless. How did Marinette get him to be so nice?

“I do pay attention. It doesn’t help. You’re a straight-A student. How do you do it?” He continued as he sat back up.

Felix rolled his eyes. “It’s not hard. Just listen, take notes, and do the reading. Simple.” 

“Felix~.” Claude whined, falling back onto him again. 

As Felix started pushing him off, Claude noticed Allegra and Allan walking in. Allegra caught his eye briefly and gave him a subtle yet satisfied smirk.

Claude gasped, abruptly straightening in his seat. He needed to finish this soon or class was going to start.

“Hey, I know! You can tutor me!” He exclaimed, as if he’d just been given an epiphany.

“Absolutely not.” Felix replied flatly.

“Aw, come on, Fe.” Claude pleaded, even batting his eyelashes. “It’ll just be one little study session! All you have to do is check my work and tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Felix glared. “I said no. Why don’t you have Allegra help you?”

Allegra tilted her head back to look at them from her assigned seat. “Can’t. I’m busy tomorrow.”

“Who said anything about tomorrow? Study with him another day.” Felix said, pulling his tablet out of his bag.

“Oh, don’t be so cold.” Claude frowned. “What if I take you to your favorite coffee shop?”

Felix paused. “The Laduree cafe?”

Claude perked up. “Yep! You can get anything you want, and all you have to do is explain a few simple terms to me.”

“Or I could just go by myself.” 

Claude scoffed. “Just take the deal, please.”

Felix gave him a skeptical look. That was a good sign, right?

“Fine.” He finally relented. “When do you want to study?” 

Yes! 

“Tomorrow’s good. Say around..” He trailed off, glancing at Allegra. “Noon?”

Allegra shook her head and held up four fingers.

“Er- four. I meant four. Let’s meet up at four tomorrow.” 

“Mhm. Sure. Just don’t be late.” Felix replied, already going back to his books.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Claude assured as the last bell rang. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

Felix didn’t respond, but if he would’ve bothered to look up, he would have caught Claude and Allegra giving each other a quiet high five.

Mission accomplished.

This was going to be fun.

~~~~~~

Marinette slid into the booth and set her backpack against the wall. She then brushed off the bits of flour sticking to her sleeve. Even after changing, the powdery substance still managed to infect her second outfit. At least it was one of the smaller bags that she dropped this time. How can she save an entire city as Ladybug, but not be able to make a simple batch of cookies without wrecking the kitchen as Marinette? Sometimes she wondered why her parents had her help in the bakery at all, if you can call that helping.

“Thanks for meeting with me today, Marinette.” Allegra said, putting one of her textbooks on the table.

Marinette smiled. “Of course. A study date is definitely something I need, and I always enjoy our time together.”

Allegra put a hand to her chest. “Aw, so do I! What do you want to do first? Study or talk about ‘Birds of a Feather’?”

Marinette glanced down at her backpack in thought. They had a test coming up next week, so they definitely needed to study at some point. If they did, though, she’d want it to be fresh in her mind. 

“Mm, let’s talk about the blog first.” She decided. 

“Perfect!” Allegra beamed, pulling the app up on her phone. “There hasn’t been an akuma for three days. That means that one is bound to show up soon, since Hawkmoth doesn’t normally wait a whole month for akumas.”

Marinette nodded, genuinely impressed. Allegra’s reports were always so detailed. It didn’t surprise her that Alya was threatened by the competition. 

“Like I expected, people are claiming fraud on my pictures. I think the few pics Alya got for her blog are the only reason I’m not being swarmed by haters. We need to get a lot of good pictures during this next battle or I’m going to start losing followers.”

“How do you suppose we do that?” 

Allegra pressed a few buttons on her phone, before flipping the device for Marinette to see the screen. Multiple videos were splayed across the screen, each showing a different area of the city.

“We’re always having trouble getting the footage because we have to run around the city, right? Well, the way I see it is: why bother racing around to get one, blurry photo when we have all the cameras we need already?”

Marinette furrowed her eyebrows. “Are those.. Security cameras? How did you get access to these?”

Allegra pulled the phone back, a smug expression making its way onto her features. “Let’s just say I borrowed the little tech genius from your class.”

“Max?” Why would he agree to help with something like that? Tampering with the camera systems was illegal!

“Allegra, I’m not sure about this.” Marinette said. Not only could they get in serious, legal trouble for this, giving Allegra access to the city’s security cameras could also jeopardize her identity. What if she landed in the wrong alleyway, and Allegra caught her detransforming on tape? What if she already had?

“But it’s such a good idea!” Allegra tried to persuade her. “With these, we’ll be able to catch tons of video footage for Le Paon without lifting a finger!” 

Marinette sighed. “This isn’t right. What if the government found out? Mayor Bourgeois would be furious. How long have you been doing this?”

Disappointment flicked across Allegra’s expression, but she turned the cameras off. “Only since this morning. I thought it was a good idea, too.”

Marinette slumped back into her booth seat, feeling the rush of relief. 

“So, no on the security cameras.” Allegra concluded, setting her phone on the table dejectedly. “I guess we’ll just have to keep getting as many pictures of him as we can.” 

Marinette hummed. Security Cameras definitely weren't an option, but they couldn’t run around Paris like they had been, either. Something needed to change..

“What if we made a tag.” She suggested. “Like an akuma or Le Paon tag. That way, when someone saw Le Paon or an akuma, they would tag us.”

And Ladybug and Chat Noir will get more warnings before an attack.

Allegra brightened. “Oh yeah! That’s pretty close to security cameras. Maybe other people can get pictures for us too.” 

Marinette nodded and started typing out the ideas on a memo from her phone. She didn’t want to forget what the tag names would be. 

They started brainstorming what names to use, but the two only got a few names in when a gasp interrupted them.

“Woah! What are you guys doing here?”

It was Claude, and he seemed extremely enthusiastic about seeing them for some reason. 

“Are you guys studying? What a coincidence! We are too!”  He exclaimed as he reached behind him and pulled someone else forward. 

Marinette’s eyes widened, recognizing them immediately.

Felix glowered at Claude, until his eyes landed on Marinette. She felt her heart rate pick up as they stared at each other. First, the park, and now, the cafe? Why was she suddenly seeing him everywhere? It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but..

“Wow! What are the odds?” Allegra said, bringing Marinette from her thoughts. “Since we’re all here, why don’t you guys study with us?”

“Wha-?” 

“Oh no, we couldn’t.” Claude replied, though he was already sitting down next to her. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course we’re sure! Aren’t we, Marinette?” 

Marinette faltered at the sudden question. They both looked so expectant and eager. It was a bit unnerving, to be honest. She glanced at Felix, who seemed equally astonished- and a little annoyed, but she was told that he always looked that way.

“Uh.. sure. You guys can sit with us.” She finally answered.

“Thanks, Mari, you’re the best.” Claude remarked as he reached for one of the menus. 

Felix remained standing, apparently indecisive about what to do.

“Take a seat, Felix.” Allegra prompted, flashing him a sharp smile. “It’s rude to linger.”

His lips twitched in a scowl, but he sat down as he was told. Why was he so upset? It wasn’t because of her, was it?

“If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to sit with us.” Marinette assured, trying to sound as understanding as possible.

Felix met her eyes again at the comment, and his expression softened.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll stay.”

“Great!” Claude grinned. “Now we can all study together.” 

Marinette smiled for Claude’s sake, even though she still felt nervous on Felix’s behalf.

Everyone got out their respective books- Chemistry, History, and English -and started studying. Felix grumbled a few pointers to Claude, who wrote them down with an all-too-pleased expression. Allegra would occasionally ask Marinette to check her work, and, in turn, Marinette would ask Allegra to quiz her on a few terms. A waiter came by with their drinks not long after. Marinette made sure to set a sweet aside for Tikki.

“So how’d you guys end up here?” Marinette asked as she sipped on her latte, simply making polite conversation. 

Claude, of course, was the first to answer. “I bribed Felix into tutoring me by bringing him to his favorite coffee shop.” 

“Oh, this is your favorite coffee shop?”

Felix nodded. “It’s close to the library that I fancy. The Cappuccinos aren’t bad either.”

Marinette hummed. “I wouldn’t know. I prefer lattes, myself.” 

“Would you like to try it?” He offered, gently pushing the cup towards her.

Marinette took the cup with a “thanks” and carefully brought the hot drink to her lips. The boldness of the coffee taste threw her at first, though she couldn’t say that she disliked it. A hint of sweetness caught her attention too, despite the liquid being mostly bitter. It’s not something she would usually order, but overall..

“Not bad.” She decided, pushing the cup back over to Felix.

Felix gave a small smile as he pulled it back. “Told you it wouldn’t be.”

Marinette giggled. “I’ll have to get one next time I come.” 

“Well, maybe I’ll see you here. Then I can get your latte.” He replied lightheartedly.

Marinette smiled, fighting down another blush. At least she knew that she wasn’t the reason for his discomfort. 

“I’d like that.”

~~~~~~

Felix slipped his books into his bag and tucked his pen and pencil into their respective pockets on the side. The fact that he stayed here for three whole hours with those hooligans should be considered an accomplishment. He swung his bag over his shoulder, looking out the window for his car as he did. With all of the street lights, it was almost hard to tell that the sun had already set. The slim line of dark blue above the building across the street was his only confirmation of the night’s presence. 

He glanced down at Marinette, who was now curled up on her booth seat, head tucked in her arms on the table, fast asleep. She’d lulled off around ten minutes ago, which is why they decided it was time to leave in the first place. 

“Don’t stare too hard.” Claude smirked. 

“I can take a picture for you if you want.” Allegra teased.

Felix shot them a glare, his irritation from earlier resurfacing in his mind. “Don’t patronize me. What the heck was this, anyway?”

Allegra smiled innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Don’t act like you two didn’t set this whole thing up!” Felix snapped.

“Now, now, let’s not get riled up. We wouldn’t want to wake sweet Marinette.” Claude said in a hushed tone.

As if on queue, the ravenette let out a yawn, before cuddling back into her crossed arms.

“I don’t see what the problem is.” Allegra commented as she picked up her book bag. “You two had a good time.”

“You even got an indirect kiss.” Claude remarked.

Felix flushed. “Wha-”

“And you got a second date.” Allegra added.

His blush deepened. “Date? Second? What are you two even talking about?” 

The pair snickered.

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know.” Claude sang as he nudged Felix in the shoulder.

Felix scoffed and went to retort when Allegra spoke again.

“Welp! We’d better get going. Be a dear and make sure Marinette gets home safe, will you?” 

How she wormed her way around him, he’ll never know, but Allegra and Claude were out the door before he could even refuse the request. It’s not that he minded taking Marinette home. It’s more of that he’d just about had enough of those two meddling in his personal affairs. Didn’t they have anything better to do with their lives? 

Probably not. He thought, moving to Marinette’s side so he could wake her up. She heaved a sigh, blowing a bit of her bangs to the side as she did. She looked so peaceful. So delicate. It made him want to let her sleep forever. 

Felix brushed a strand of her hair to the side, lightly tucking it behind her ear so it didn’t bother her. Round, black earrings gleamed under the cafe’s lights. They were a bit plain for a fashion designer. Maybe they were special to her somehow.

“Mari.” He said softly, giving her shoulder a small push. “It’s time to wake up. I need to take you home.” 

Marinette hummed and shifted on the booth. “Mm.. yes, Le Paon, you should go home.. Come back tomorrow, though”

Felix reeled back, heat rushing to his cheeks. Did he hear that right? Was she.. was she dreaming about him? (Or, dreaming about Le Paon.) Either way, it sounded like she wanted his alter ego to come visit again.

He shook his head, and nudged her a second time. Now was not the time for bashfulness.

After a few tries, she finally woke up enough for him to walk her outside. By then, Gorilla was already out there and waiting for him in the car. He opened the car door for Marinette, then walked around to his side once she was settled in.

“Take us to the Dupain-Cheng Bakery, please.” 

Gorilla nodded and pulled onto the street. Felix leaned back in his seat, still thinking about what Marinette had said. Granted, she’d said it in a dream-induced state, but that just meant she dreamt about him, right? To dream about something, you’d have to think about it often. How much does she think about Le Paon? About him?

A light weight sunk into his shoulder, effectively cutting off his thoughts and seizing his heart. He didn’t have to look down to know what it was. Marinette. She was sleeping. On his shoulder. She must have forgotten to fasten her seat belt. When did she move so close to him? Should he wake her up? That would be the polite thing to do..

Felix shook her shoulder slightly, but she only snuggled further into his arm. He was about to shake her again, when he paused. She looked so cute, and the way she leaned on him felt.. Nice. He didn’t want to wake her up. He.. he liked it. 

Oh gosh, he liked it. 

Felix sucked in a breath. 

Calm down. It’s not like you haven’t been this close before. He told himself. They’d practically hugged each other at the ice rink the other day, though he didn’t feel the way that he did now. 

His thoughts flicked back to that time when he first went to her house as Le Paon, when she held his hand and looked at him with a quiet understanding. He’d felt something then. It was..anxiety..and excitement. An odd eagerness that yearned to be explored. Moments like these- in the quiet of the night and the vulnerability of their hearts -were the ones that resonated within him the most. He couldn’t help wondering if he would feel it now. If he just moved his hand a little closer.. Would he be able to..?

Felix ripped his hand away and took another deep breath. Marinette was asleep right now. He couldn’t go around touching people like that while they were unconscious, even if it was a simple hold of the hand. 

He pushed her back onto her side of the car- careful not to wake her up too much -and buckled her in so she wouldn’t fall again. They dropped her off a few minutes later. She was a bit disoriented, but thanked them nonetheless and got out like nothing had happened. Felix wondered if he would be able to act the same way when he saw her again. 

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#Le Paon AU #Felinette #Felix Agreste #Marinette

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On the hunt for trading vehicles

Here's what I look for when I want to add a ticker to my swing-trade regulars.

The preface is, I’m not always looking for new tickers. I do so when extra cash is at hand. Still, I keep the size laughably small until I get a feel for the stock. Trading new ideas is fraught with danger. The stocks I follow and scale into and out of over months or years – where the zero on the shares-held number-line is just an orientation spot in the middle of the journey – have proven themselves manageable with my method. I get to know their fundamentals, but more importantly still, how they move.

So, how do they move? Is your stock a house sparrow or a swift? Sparrows fly only short distances. Their peregrinations are limited to within a few miles of where they hatched. Swifts, in contrast, spend their lives in the air, living on the insects caught in flight; they drink, feed, and often mate and sleep on the wing. Some individuals go 10 months without landing. No other bird spends as much of its life in flight.

But okay, if I want to look for things to go short in, which is what most interests me in my trading account (but not my retirement account), I want essentially the opposite of things you’d look for to invest long in.

I look for lousy financials, earnings misses, sagging revenues, a toppy or already declining chart, indicators (Bollingers, MACD, volume smokestacks, etc.) that are in line with cyclical choppiness and going my way now, and so on. This has little or nothing to do with the social utility or mission of the company. I’m not running for the company's board; I’m trading a financial instrument nominally tied to its identity. “Good product” does not necessarily mean “good stock”!

But most important for me, I want the ticker to trade options. I use both the stock and options, weighting and unweighting each on a running basis. I use the options to pull on the stock in the direction I want to go, almost always selling premium to take advantage of theta (time decay).

If the stock is a darling on the boards, I use spreads so I don’t get murdered. If I know the stock well and it seems unlikely to spike like a banshee, I might sell just a few naked OTM options.

If the share price is unlikely to leave its recent peregrinations or if I have too much short-call exposure, I sell OTM puts spreads, too. How wide depends on objective risk, size, my certitude, my liquidity, etc. I am willing to take assignment!

I prefer stocks with weekly options, but I’ll take monthlies. I look for good implied volatility (IV), useful prices ($5 calls on a $1.50 stock are not useful), etc. I look briefly at open interest, Greeks, bid-ask spreads, etc., but I don’t pay undue homage here. I bait my hook (set my limit orders) and I wait for a bite. I do flick my line sometimes.

I want the spreads to pay. I don’t trade GME spreads now, as one example, since if you go up $30 on the price ladder, you’re only going to make 30¢ or something. That’s far too much inherent risk for little reward. The trade’s EV (expected value) says to leave it alone.

#swing trading #shorting #picking stocks #method

[obiwns]

I wish you would write a fic where attractive professor!obi wan falls in love with bookstore cafe owner! reader. like all the girls (and boys) will fawn over him and flirt with him but he’s just like where’s reader? :(((

around him, the world is bustling with life.

birds sing tunes to their hearts content and college students talk, laugh, and walk around him. they shoot him suggestive glances and coy smiles, one that he returns with a friendly smile. he had grown accustomed to such looks; every student one way or another had tried their hand with him– each ending with a flattered decline.

he sighs and looks up, eyeing the sign that proudly stated the business you owned in rustic font. it was different from the rest of the university. it wasn’t cradled with indistinctive white tones with roman pillars, but quite the opposite. whilst the university walls made his eyes bleary and probably drove his high blood pressure up, the walls of your cafe brought him solstice and clarity– a sense of calmness from the wild endeavors of college students.

now here he was, pushing up his glasses up the bridge of his nose, rocking back and forth on his feet as he debated whether or not to go inside your store. he only enters when a student of his, sabé – he believed, called his name and beckoned him inside with her.

she stands oddly close, enough for obi-wan to smell her perfume and the faint hint of coconut that whafted into his nostrils from her hair. he ignores her, enraptured by the russet and wood color scheme of your cafe. he notes how each bookshelf stands, tall with ladders at the sides. his thoughts are interrupted when sabé plants her hand on his bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze and shaking him to reality.

“i’m sorry, what did you say?” he asks, blinking rapidly as he turns to finally lay his eyes on his student.

“i was asking you how your morning is,” she purrs, the words dripping off her tongue like honey. if he was oblivious, he would’ve thought she genuinely wanted to know. “my, professor kenobi, your arms are so toned!”

obi-wan almost gags and smacks her hand away when she touches his bicep again– it instinctively flexes at the touch and she gasps dramatically, feeling it once more. he doesn’t fail to remember how public and formal the setting is.

“it’s going well– and thank you. i do work out to stay healthy.” obi-wan looks away, but not before he sees a flicker of disappoint spread across her face. he almost sighs with irritation, his gaze scanning the cozy cafe to look for something. “shouldn’t you be heading to class, miss?”

she ignores his comment.

“who are you looking for?” sabé asks, irritation and annoyance laced in her tone. her arms cross and he’s almost certain she had stomped her foot. his nose crinkles.

“does it matter?” he counters, turning to blink at his student. she rolls her eyes and nods as if it was a matter-of-fact.

she gestures to the young adults around her, “of course it matters professor. you have practically the whole school calling you ‘mcdreamy’ and pining after you– we deserve to know if you’re available or not!”

obi-wan’s head perks up when he catches a flash of your hair near the cash register. he doesn’t stop himself from smiling. his brows furrow in realization and he looks at sabé quizzically.

“they call me what?”

she waves him off, “never mind that! who is it professor kenobi? is it the server anakin?”

obi-wan’s nose wrinkles once again at the mention of his former pupil before he shakes his head.

“definite no,” she pauses, “how about (y/n)?”

so that’s your name.

as if it was on cue, you appear once more in his vision. you’re happy and radiant, practically glowing as you and anakin handle the cafe aspect of your business. you’re both working in perfect sync, mutters of ‘behind you’ and ‘watch out’ falling from both your lips. you look beautiful with the messy hairstyle and the spurt of coffee stains on your apron. he also notes that you don’t have an ounce of stress on your expression– only happy doing your job. obi-wan can’t help but suck in a breath in hopeless realization.

he’s in love.

“ah, so it is (y/n).”

#ask #anonymous #makayla’s blurbs #anon you made me VERY tempted to write this au #here’s of a snippet of my thoughts #obi-wan kenobi drabble #obi-wan kenobi x reader #professor!obi-wan x bookstore owner!reader #star wars au

[elixir448]

This past week: a summary

1. The season 3 trailer dropped and boy, oh boy...the fandom’s a mess:

• It looks like the girls plan to print a shit-load of counterfeit cash and do one big run to wash it. Welp. That's going to go badly wrong...it's not like Beth is going to want to stop anytime soon.

• Beth's wardrobe continues to look better than last season. Especially those slightly oversized sweaters. And her hair continues to impress, which has been a controversial topic. It's definitely not as good as her season 1 hair but it looks like an improvement from season 2?

• Dean appears to call the girls out on their criminal activity.

• We get a shot of multiple guns (four in the image) laid out in a row, next to ammunition; this is followed by a shot of a black van pulling up with the doors opening and a man gagged and being held hostage presumably, but not necessarily, by the girls.

• Annie provides us with a much needed laugh and kidnaps Lucy’s bird! (”Class II with an animal.”)

• Beth appears to be in the midst of wrapping up furniture in the house. Home renovation time mayhaps?

• Beth sees a man rising from the picnic bench in her backyard. It appears to be one of Rio’s men, played by the actor Carlos Aviles, who last appeared in season 1. She’s holding a black bag, potentially containing washed cash?

• Ruby shows an image of her two children to an unseen person in a store with guitars and other random knick-knacks. 

• We were provided with out first glimpse of Agent Turner, armed and surrounded by his FBI colleagues. It looks like there’s an ICE van in the background too.

• Beth and Dean share a kiss, while Beth wears the infamous floral shirt she wore while opening the envelope containing the Dubby returned to be her by Rio (2x07) and during the 20 questions game (2x11). Chaos is a ladder! Even while returning the kiss hesitantly, Rio’s presence looms over the scene.

• The girls enter a graveyard with spades. A little innocent grave-robbing never did any harm!

• Beth opens the door to a mysterious “guest”, while Dean stands in the foyer. “That’s the thing about this gig. Just when you think you’re finished, something new pops up.”

• The girls appear to be visting a grave or a memorial at the very end of the trailer, with Ruby commenting “He lost his life”, followed by Annie pouring her coffee on the “victim’s” grave. Could we see the end of Boomer this season? Or another despised character?

2. The first look at season 3 dropped yesterday!!!

• We got a glimpse of Rio in season 3 (the fandom is collectively 100% sure that this is a new shot). Looks like he's standing in Beth's bedroom, or at least her house. I mean, who else would he be looking at with that expression on his face?

• The music featured in the season 3 first look remains a mystery.

• Charlyne Yi has amazing skin! Mae has amazing skin! Christina, Retta and Manny all have amazing skin! I'm so jelly right now over here with my drying lotion.

3. The BTS of the promo shot in the money room was released. Retta acknowledged how difficult this hiatus has been for us! What a queen.

4. NBC universal interviews:

• Manny confirms that Rio is indeed alive (we didn't need the confirmation but it's just nice to hear him say it haha) and that Rio and Beth will be forced to work together this season.

• Reno and Matthew give relationship advice and continue to be adorable beans.

• Don't forget this welcome news from NBC universal a few weeks ago. Maybe we won't have to worry as much about ratings this season as we did last season before the show was renewed!

5. Manny has had his own photoshoot to promote his character and the show. Eagerly awaiting the release of those pictures!

6. NBC released an official plot synopsis for 3x01 (”Find Your Beach”:

“Beth makes a new friend while struggling to process her guilt over Rio’s death. Meanwhile, the women perfect their latest business venture just as Agent Turner and his surprising informant complicate their plans to launch.”

7. The trailer and first episode of ‘The Influence of Good Girls’ dropped:

• Megan Thee Stallion reveals that her character’s name is Onyx, confirming that she works where Stan works; her character will be a “little rule-breaker. She’s doing things she has no business doing.”

• There will be two further episodes, one titled ‘The Crime King”, featuring Manny Montana, and the other titled “The Perfect Heist’.

8. The fandom continues to eagerly await carpool karaoke with Christina, Retta and Mae.

9. Retta and Reno have done a number of interviews promoting the show recently:

• A clip was featured in one of the interviews; Ruby appears unhappy with Stan’s long working hours at the strip club he now works at.

• The BUILD interviewer acknowledged Beth and Stan’s importance in Ruby’s life. Reno dropped a juicy piece and said that “as things go down”, the audience will get to see how Stan feels about Beth.

• According to Reno and Retta, the funniest person on set is Danny boy Jr, the actor who plays their son.

• Retta said that the girls are going to be a more cohesive unit this season, as they face outside threats.

10.The NBC Good Girls marketing team dropped a 43 minute long video compiled of the vast majority, but not every, car scene from the past two seasons. 

#nbc good girls #comment anything i've missed please!

[tinyshe]

Garden Report 20.12.18

Sorry still no pictures because of misplaced cable.

So things have been hovering just above freezing in the center/ sheltered part of the garden where I grow vegetables year round (or try). It is pretty much sunless this time of year even w/o fog or cloud cover. It gets pretty boggy and the ranculus / buttercups surge in growth as does the native faux nettle and dead nettle. My new/remodeled veg box isn’t as boggy as pathways being double tiered but its not growing due to the temp range and lack of light. I do go out and harvest sparingly. Last night I brought in two bouquets of cilantro and some purple mustard. The mustard was minced up to go in a tom  and beef based sauce poured over couscous, with the cilantro (which we love) was mounded over the top of the sauce. Lots of snail/ slug damage and their poo plugged into every nook and cranny of the plants. The rodents seem to be checked and the cage over the plants help keep the birds out. Killing the kiwi has really helped at moving the sparrows through w/o that cover for them to linger in. I planted more greened sprouting potatoes. I made a mound of spent straw and light brush along the front of the hazel hedge. If the vermin eat them, it won’t be total loss as they were not edible so they would have been composted anyway. Not saying I want them to eat them! No, my table first. I still have an excess because I cut and cured like regular seed potatoes, I just don’t have a lot of room until after I move the pruning ladder through the garden. Building supply shortages woes. I knew I should have gotten the cement and forms early but was talked out of it twice because I was being ‘paranoid’ and so here we sit. I’m tempted to go trolling for pallets just to make temp wall on the outside with caged rock on the inside. But so is everyone and their mother! I have never been good with patience. I do want to move forward quickly because I do not see the near future as ‘rosy’. S/W my realtor friend who told me with the lock downs, unless you are rich, you won’t qualify for anything: refi or new purchase will be a no go from the friendly banker and I’m not going back to a private lender again... I just can’t afford it and the thought is scarey. Not that a regular banker is a better shark. I just feel maybe a wee better protected with the establishment. Only option if I Really want to leap is make a great sell and buy low paying cash. Me thinks we will be urban farmers for awhile longer so I am semi relaxing and looking forward to those new berries I purchased in advance this summer (autumn rasp and several varieties of black currants -- thankful I didn’t cancel the order!). I have been having a wonderful crop of mushrooms in the yard that are edible but since is their first fruiting year, I am letting them go, hoping more spores to create more mycelium for more mushrooms. The mushroom stump was a bust after the frost nipped them back. The basket isn’t viable. I think the mix chips were wrong and perhaps too big. Maybe should have gone with logs (still have plugs so thinking!) or some of the firewood I am hoarding. Chickens are doing well. They go through so much straw! This last batch of wheat could have been used for braiding, the stalks were so ginormous! When it it is wet, it makes it harder for them to turn as it soaks up water and mats which means I have crabby, bored chickens unless I turn out their straw ever other day which is a task to me and my pocketbook so I help out and rake into piles and lines for them to demolish to make it go a little further.

#catholic gardener #gardening #permaculture #urban homestead #chickens #winter garden #vegetables #winter greens #mushrooms #real estate #advance planning #construction #construction shortages #building materials #winter #frost #growing temperatures #dreaming of spring #straw #animal bedding #potato #compost