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My favourite customers are the ones who, upon seeing my trans, bród and aroace pins, go “I love your pins!”

#I do also have other pins - an Irish flag. a pen. a ‘mind the gap’ underground sign. a ‘dairy is scary’ one. the logo of where I work. #but it’s always for queer reasons my pins get complimented #my own post #though shout out to the customer who was flirting with me the whole time and I was just rambling about boats oblivious #also! I’m at another site today and they have gender neutral staff toilets which 💕 #and by that I mean there is a whole block of toilet cubicles that are gender neutral. not just one #update: i now have pins from two of my employers other sites. i want to get ones from the other two sites also but they’re far away

[ourflagmeansbts]

Source (Season 2 - November 19th 2023)

megsetdec: So where do pirates go shopping on their day off when they need party supplies?? Well that’s what we had to figure out on this little backlot. Production designer Ra Vincent and art director Adam Wheatley cleverly designed some new Nassau style structures off the back of our existing pirates republic set and utilised a shallow pond structure that sells the look of a small port. We assembled all the small boats we had and designed canopy structures which our fabulous textile team did a custom fit awning for each. Then we got to work populating the stalls that were built around the circumference with the kind of things any good pirate might want to stock up on. So fancy fabrics, tropical blooms, sparkly crackers, good nosh, terrible rum and of course lanterns!! The day came to shoot this scene we’d all been looking forward to so much and my god the clouds rolled in and dropped the most sensational tropical downpour on all of us. But as they say “the show must go on” so we rolled back the tarps, unfurled the handstitched rainbow flag, donned our coats and got on with it. In the end I think the rain made everything look troppo & shimmery so it didn’t detract at all. Once the fabulous cast in their spunky @gypsytaylor costumes came into set doing such a good job of having a brilliant time (they’re always laughing!) the whole thing came together and it all felt spot on. Here’s to Calypso!! 🍹🏳️‍🌈🦜🏴‍☠️

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[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

Also this isn't so much a complaint as I think it's a missed opportunity but like Bram Stoker sit the Fuck down and explain to me how Jonathan Harker and Arthur Holmwood are successfully impersonating two Romanian customs officers. Missed comedy routine of the fucking century. I want to know how two Englishmen who have never been through a Romanian customs inspection are fooling boat after boat of Romanians. We know Jonathan speaks German, who knows what Arthur's second language is, probably not Romanian though!! Imagine you're some Romanian captain and these two Guys (tm) with one Romanian flag and no sort of badge or uniform or anything come on board and one of them who looks like death tries to tell you that they want to see your stuff in a heavily accented German, which you barely understand because German is not your first language because this is fucking Romania not Germany! Bram Stoker "not once any objection to whatever we chose to ask or do" my ASS I bet these two made fools of themselves.

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Hi, I really like the Wonka movie and love the idea of Willy being a regressor. Could you do a scenario where he's at his shop but suddenly gets trigger and regresses?

Bittersweet

thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took a while.

Trigger warning for panic attacks, mild injury description and detailed descriptions of a trauma trigger

This fic takes place where all of the The Scrub crew are all aware of Willys regression, post movie. Also in my own AU, Their found family decide to remain close to eachother and stay in town to help with the new shop / factory.

At last the rebuilt shop had been restored, it had taken time , much longer than it had previously. For a while Wonka could hardly bare to look at it, seeing everything he worked so hard for so destroyed. But with the help of his friends and new family, they managed to restore it to her former glory. It was even improved beyond its previous, with the chocolate cherry blossom bearing a prismatic array of leaves and petals. It was somehow even more perfect than before.

Everything was going perfect that day, sales were inclining everyday. Abacus becoming chief financial advisor of the store, with the Money he had earned he was able to move both his Wife and Granddaughter to come live with him here. They were all thriving brilliantly with this new future to come.

Noodle was attending a grammar school now, but every day she would come racing to the store to help out. She was busy stocking the shelves of chocolate boxes, when she saw Willy strolling down the lane, cane swinging. Sometimes he just had to take it all in around him again, grinning at this dream he’d made come true.

“We’ve only got a few of the deluxe boxes on display Willy, they were pretty popular and they probably won’t last too long.”

Willy hopped over to take a look, the truffles in question had been increasingly popular. But it shouldn’t be a problem, he had a machine upstairs that was busy pumping out more. They had been closed for some refurbishment for a little while, but at last reopening to the public, and he couldn’t be more excited. Willy made sure to make some a quick patrol around the shop, checking in with each of his friends who were working in their own stations.

“Willy get a look at this! It’s done”

Piper called over in a sing song voice, she was busy tinkering away at a panel by the moat that surrounded the chocolate tree. Before there was just the small boat that mechanically spun around in a circuit, but this time Piper and Willy had put their heads together to something much more magic. With her mastery in plumbing, she turned a wheel until a pipe burst open into the moat. Wonkas finest melted chocolate streaming out, this time the boat needing no mechanism to cycle around. It was a perfect chocolate river spiralling around the tree, Willy whooping in excitement.

“It’s perfect!”

With clasped hands and a grin, before Piper put her arm around the chocolatier with a firm pat on the back. It was great timing too, the clock rang for 9:00am. Abacus checking his own pocket watch to be sure before calling out.

“Alright, any minute now we’re going to be open to the public again. And if my findings are correct I think it will be even busier than last time! Oh and noodle, Uniform?.”

He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, noticeably lacking the blush pink outfit. Noodle just chuckling before holding up her bag, a flash of pink fabric poking out like a flag. It had been Willy who designed such garments, everyone at first was a little unsure with how… flamboyant they were. But they quickly warmed up to them, even Abacus.

Willy just couldn’t wait for the customers to arrive, sitting himself by the glass to peer through into the gallery gourmet. In the distance seeing a cloud or people making their way up. With a smile he stood up, adjusting his new scarf over his coat, before opening the front doors.

“Welcome one and all again to the renewed Wonkas chocolate!”

-

The new grand opening was going splendidly, the chocolate river canal proving to be quite the money maker too. Only a sovereign a ride, and it created quite a line for it that wound around the shop. Which meant those waiting in line had a perfect view of everything they had on sale.

Willy had the opportunity to unveil one of his newest creations too, the everlasting gobstopper. A hard candy In which never gets smaller, no matter how much and how long you sucked on it. (Lofty had been testing one for nearly a month now)

The prismatic coloured candy was stacked into a pyramid in its new display, Noodle working the station. They were making the most money they had ever had, but that didn’t matter much to Willy. What mattered to him was being able to share his joy and magic with those willing to indulge. And this time he didn’t have the chocolate cartel to worry about, his shop was bound to become the star of the Gallery Gourmet.

“Oi Mr Wonka!”

Willy was alerted by a boy tugging on his tail coat, turning to see a familiar face. It was the young shoe shine lad he had been stopped by multiple times on his first day here.

“Where are them swirly chocolate things? Me Mam loves them.”

Willy chuckled, surprised that the boy wasn’t trying to proposition him with a shoe shine or a brush of his coat. He already had chocolate smeared across his mouth, clearly been at the free samples.

“The chocolate truffles I think you’re referring to, are just over by the display over there young man. But try and save some for your Mother though”

Willy pointed his cane in the direction of the now dwindling boxes of truffles. The boy giving him a doff of his cap before turning on heel, Willy returning it with his own top hat. He decided to go check in with Abacus, he was just finishing up with a customer. The cashier ringing joyfully as he dropped coins inside, Abacus just couldn’t believe how much they were making.

“I’d say we’ve already made double of what he did last time Willy, especially with the new gobstoppers.”

Willy grinned, everything just felt so perfect. With the extra money, he planned to raise his friend’s wages. And although she wasn’t aware, Willy had begun to collect a fund. One for Noodle, he had already promised her a lifetime of chocolate. But with the girls smarts and potential, he wanted her to have most in life. The money was for her future, if she wanted to pursue any kind of career. She had done so much for her, he wanted to do the very same for her own future.

Before he could respond, a scream cut through their conversation. The sudden noise startling Willy, almost feeling his stomach drop into his shoes. Over on the other side of the store, a crowd had grown around a young boy. A boy who was red in the face, spluttering and choking. The exact boy that Willy had spoken to just moments ago.

Abacus immediately dropped what he was doing, racing over and pushing through the crowd. Willy knew he should follow, make sure the boy was alright. It was his store, the owner.

But he didn’t, he stood there completely catatonic.

No, no. Not again, it can't happen again.

In preparation for the new opening, Willy had obsessively checked and taste tested each product. So much so that he’d gone to bed with an exceptionally sore stomach. Everything was safe, he was sure everything was safe. Abacus, Lottie and Noodle were all kneeling by the young man, Before Abacus called out.

“Call for an ambulance-“

The shop itself was spinning, and it wasn’t just the chocolate canal ride. Willy was sure that the ground itself was falling away beneath him. An ambulance? Before it had just been multicoloured hair growth or green skin pigmentation, nothing life threatening. Nothing ever in need of any medical attention.

What had he done? It’s not as if the chocolate cartel could be involved like last time. It was his fault, it had to be his fault. He felt sick, face turned white as a sheet. He lost track of how long he’d been staring, but Noodle had noticed him through the crowd and immediately ran to her elder brother figure once the boy was being taken away.

“Willy? Willy!”

She tried to get his attention, but the chocolatiers eyes were fixed ahead. His lips were trembling with his head shaking, it was scaring her. She tried her best to reassure him, knowing what he’d be thinking.

“It’s okay, Willy you didn’t-“

He broke eye contact with the scene, looking down at her with his head shaking even more violently. His eyes flooded with tears as he began to step backwards, almost like a frightened animal.

“No, nono. Not again it can’t happen- won’t happen again”

He started mumbling out almost psychotically, flinching away from noodle when she tried to touch him. Both arms up with his hands and fingers flicking in panic. It was all his fault, that young boy might even die because he had done something wrong. He had no one to blame this time, what would mamma think?

He couldn’t hear anything around him anymore, it was just static. Everything was spinning and blurring, stumbling and tripping over things as he continued to backtrack. He needed to get away, he was a coward. A coward in which had probably killed or seriously injured a child with his stupid dreams.

Noodle tried again desperately to get his attention, waving a hand in his face. It was terrifying, he didn’t look like himself. He just continued to mutter and whimper to himself, his head shaking so hard that it may pop off his shoulders. She tried to hold onto his hand again but he recoiled away in disgust like she was diseased. No matter what she was saying, it wasn’t getting through.

“Willy! You’re scaring me, let me explain-“

But he wasn’t listening, holding his hands close up to his chest protectively. His cane clattering loudly to the ground, now without his mobility aid as he kept stepping back.

He needed to get away, now. Gasping for air, he stumbled backwards, feeling for the door into the backroom of the store. But he felt into midair instead, losing his balance and crashing into one of the shelves instead.

He yelped out in surprise, the back of his head hitting wood as a one of the glass jars wobbled from its shelving before crashing down over him. The further stimulation only worsening Willys condition. Noodle screamed and attempted to grab onto him before he fell, but couldn’t in time. Shards of glass and candy fell about him like snowflakes, But Wonka hardly noticed, far too panicked and overstimulated to care about any pain.

The commotion attracted even more attention in the shop, customers looking over to see the owner sitting in a pile of glass shards. As quickly as it happened, Willy somehow managed to get back to his feet, splintering his hands and arms with the glass in panic. In a rush he managed to pull open the back door and escape from everything. Behind him he could hear people calling his name, but unable to differentiate whether it was his friends or angry rioting customers. Noodle just stood there, not sure if she should follow. Deciding instead to enlist some support before attempting to talk with him like this.

Willy’s legs felt like jelly, so he didn’t make it very far. Falling into a heap on the floor, before gasping desperately for air. He couldn’t breathe properly, tears pouring down his face before he burst into sobs. Every single terrible outcome and scenario was racing around Wonkas brain. Did he not check the ingredients correctly? What if the boy wasn’t the only one in distress? They would for sure close down the store, maybe even arrest him. It was all his fault, it was happening all over again and there was nothing he could do about it.

-

Once the child was loaded into the ambulance, the employees of Wonkas Chocolate thought it best to close up shop for today. Abacus had spoken with the ambulance attendant, who had assured him that the boy was going to be alright. It was a huge relief to everybody, and although fellow customers seemed a little unsettled by the event, it was no where near like the angry mob from before. The only irritation coming from the announcement of their early closure. Both Abacus and Piper were guiding shoppers out the front door when Noodle approached both of them, looking extremely distressed.

“It’s Willy, he’s- he’s not okay”

-

Wonka was still so deep into a panic attack, so that when the door opened and his friends entered, he hardly noticed.

Noodle gasped at the sight of him, his cut up hands from the glass had begun to bleed horribly over his hands and arms, ruining his velvet jacket. The chocolatier was curled up into a ball, hyperventilating between cries.

Noodle couldn’t help but hold onto Pipers hand, she wasn’t good with blood. Benz squeezed her hand back reassuringly, they all too often forgot she was still a child herself. So Abacus approached first, kneeling in front of the panicked boy.

“Willy, it’s alright. It’s not what you think. The boy is going to be okay.”

But It didn’t seem like Abacus’ words were getting through, He had to physically take ahold of Willys hands before he would any pay attention, his bloodshot eyes snapping up. It hurt his heart to see him like this.

“He— is. Okay?”

Willy managed to choke out between gasps, Noodle pulled away from piper to sit on the floor too, a hand comfortingly on his knee as she looked with concern. Willy Wonka was the strongest person she’d ever met, seeing him like this, it was scary.

“Yeah Willy, he just had a peanut allergy-“

Willy blinked hard, shaking his head again.

“Bb-ut I mmade a sign- i forgot to put them up?”

He began to spiral yet again, he did remember creating such labels, as it was Noodles idea. He thought it terrible luck for those who had such afflictions. But he wanted to include everyone to enjoy his creations as much as he could. With plenty of his other treats being free from such ingredients. They were even placed on the other side of the store especially to reduce any cross contamination. Had he forgotten to properly label something?

“Seems the young chap just wasn’t paying too much attention, just grabbing at any free sample he could find. It’s not your fault.”

Abacus gently rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb, before sucking through his teeth at the state of them. Willy was struggling to process this new information, his body and brain had already accepted the fact that this was all his fault.

“You need to breath Willy, in and out”

Noodle demonstrated, breathing in and blowing gently out onto his hot teary face. Willy looked up, still taking in short shallow breaths. He attempted to follow her guide, but halfway fell back into the hyperventilation.

“It’s okay buddy, try again”

Piper had come to kneel down too, smiling sadly at the sorry sight of him. It was strange seeing such a positive character so distraught. It ended up taking quite few minutes for the breathing exercises to help, with Willy leaning against Abacus as he did his best to follow his friends instructions.

At last the hyperventilation had slowed but Willy was still shaking. Biting down hard on his lower lip, tears continuing to cascade down his cheeks silently. Clicking his tongue sympathetically, Abacus pat his shaking knee. It was clearly going to take a little while for Willy to accept that this wasn’t his fault.

“You’ve had a bit of a fright, haven’t you?”

He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by his overreaction. But even with the reassurance that the boy would be alright, the anxiety was still lingering like little bugs racing up and down his skin. He was also beginning to feel that fuzzy sensation in his head again. It was like the scare had flipped a switch in his head, so he just nodded mournfully.

“Oh you poor lad”

Abacus tutted sympathetically, turning his attention to the injuries too. Gently lifting his arms to peer at them, surface wounds thankfully yet still very painful looking.

At least those could be easily fixed. Then turned to Piper with a knowing look, both of them having the same suspicion of his seemingly regressive headspace.

“We best get him upstairs to the flat, would you mind Benz?”

The woman nodded, before patting Noodle on the shoulder. Who was still staring at Willy with concern and anxiety.

“Hey noodle, how about you go help Larry and Lottie wrap up the store? We’ll take care of Willy”

Noodle wasn’t sure at first, looking back at her friend who was still in quite an upset state. but she was a little grateful for the opportunity. Seeing Willy so traumatised and bloody wasn’t an easy thing for a 13 year old to look at, especially when it was somebody she loved so much. So she quickly lunged forward to hug him tight, bearing in mind to be gentle around his arms. Even in the hug she could feel him shaking still, Willy only managing to weakly return it. When she stood up to leave she hesitated for a moment, watching as Abacus helped him onto his jittering legs.

“We’ll get him all sorted dear, you go help with the store..”

Abacus reassured her, Nodding after one more hesitant glance. She trusted them to look after Willy, they all cared for him so.

“Now then, let’s get you upstairs.”

Piper held the chocolatier up, watching how his legs were knocked kneed like a newborn fawn. Holding an arm over him to help him move on forward.

“Mmsorry”

Willy mumbled. Although he could sense the obvious regression taking its hold, he felt like such a silly burden. But when he they came up to his spiral staircase to his flat, he couldn’t help but moan. His stupid legs felt completely useless, almost like they were made from gummy candy.

“It’s okay buddy, but I don’t think these stairs are gonna be the smartest plan for you right now”

Before he could respond, he yelped as he was lifted up, then being settled on the plumbers hip. Seeing her grin mischievously as she held him steady. Willys face burning in surprise, but the action just made him feel even more fuzzy.

“How can someone who eats mainly chocolate be so little? He’s like a bird?”

Piper hushed over Willy to Abacus, who just chuckled at the comment.

“Little I think is definitely the correct adjective for right now, the poor boy's had such a fright"

There was a part of Willy that wanted to object to the accusation that he was feeling little, but even he knew they were likely right. He needed it terribly. And now that the adrenaline of everything was fading, he could truly feel the pain in his arms. Eyes widening in fear when taking actual sight of them, he didn’t like blood.

So he just squeezed his eyes shut right, pushing his head into pipers shoulder. The woman in question looking over at Abacus at the action, lips pursed at just how adorable this was. If it weren’t for such a bad situation, she would be skipping in joy. Why Willy had decided to implement such a fancy staircase (when he often needed his cane) was beyond them. Sometimes the chocolatier forgot about practicality, always wanting the extravaganza.

-

At last they made it upstairs to a landing, Abacus opening the mahogany door into Wonkas flat. The inside was extremely cosy, its interior inspired from his old canal boat home from when he was a child. A sloped curved ceiling with lots of warm colours and carved wooden decor. It was pretty simple and homey, the kitchenette and lounge taking up the room. A very large window looked down below to the gallery gourmet, with a small workshop set up against it, an ornate machine churning out singular chocolates. Then finally Willy’s bed up a few steps to an upper level of the room itself.

There was were two other doors on either side of the reasonably size room, one normal one leading to a bathroom. The other door abnormally small? Only around a metre in height. But that didn’t matter just now, the pair walking further inside before Piper settled Willy down on the couch.

“There we go, home and safe now.”

She comforted, hating how fragile and anxious he seemed. The presence of his home brought some comfort though, Willy reaching out to stroke the ribbed corduroy fabric of his lounge. Not before Abacus quickly lifted his hands away in alarm.

“Ah-ah! I’m sorry Willy but I will not have you smearing blood into that furniture”

He chastised only gently, the pale pink fabric being very easy to stain, and even harder to wash out.

“Wasn’t gonna..”

Willy mumbled, but his eyes did widen when he peered at his injured hands again. They were starting to really sting now, and he could catch the shiny glint of glass that was still imbedded.

“I should hope not, that chaise lounge just so happens to be one of my favourite pieces of decor in this accommodation”

A sharp pertinent voice cut through, not before Piper let out a yelp in surprise. Standing between them was a very small orange man, who just rolled his eyes at the reaction.

“Oh please Ms Benz, you have squealed many times at my presence. I’m tired of being revered like a mouse around a circus elephant”

The Oompa Loompa was holding an empty teacup in hand, he was only departing from his own room to tidy it away. Not expecting the flat to suddenly be busy with uninvited guests.

“Well if I’m the ‘circus elephant’ in that analogy, I’d be careful I don’t send you through that window with the kick of my boot.”

Piper threatened, stamping her foot in his direction. She wasn’t so keen on Lofty, his uptight attitude drove her up the wall. And she still hadn’t got used to his small presence, maybe it was because when he was a child she used to have nightmares and a very irrational fear of gnomes of all things.

Abacus himself also was a little surprised by the little orange man’s entrance, but was able to behave more tactfully than Piper. He’d only spoken with Lofty very little, the Oompa Loompa preferring much more to stay to himself with his job in the tasting department.

“Now would somebody care to explain what has happened here?”

Lofty came to the front to peer at Willy, grimacing at the sight of his injury. But he was even more curious about the strange manner that Wonka seemed to be in. Willy had tucked his knees to his chest as he anxiously flicked his fingers, he certainly wasn’t his usual overly positive and often irritating self.

“We had a bit of a situation in the shop, poor lad went into anaphylaxis. He’s going to be alright, but Willy here got quite the fright”

Lofty raised his eyebrows, it still didn’t quite explain the bloody arms though. But the possibility of that lounge being stained was his main concern.

“I’ll go fetch my first aid kit before he gets blood on anything else in here that I have the slightest attachment to.”

Lofty said with mild disgust before turning on heel to his room. Willy himself still looked pretty miserable, but more exhausted than anything. Piper just wanted to scoop the boy up into her lap and squeeze him tight, although she wasn’t sure if it would be appreciated right now. The group was then startled for a moment from a noise clearly coming from downstairs, a creaking metal noise.

“BENZ! WE TRIED TO TURN THE CHOCOLATE VALVE OFF BUT ITS NOW STUCK AT MAX PRESSURE”

A whiny yell came out clearly from a distressed Larry chucklesworth who had turned the chocolate river valve in the wrong direction, doubling its pressure as it pumped out melted chocolate.

“For Petes sake! I’m coming you idiot!.”

Piper sighed out in exasperation, pinching her brow. She had specifically told everybody not to touch it, she was still sorting out all the kinks. She did catch a small giggle coming from Willy though, happy to see at least it had made him smile.

“I better go sort out that mess downstairs, you be good for Abacus and that sunburnt gnome”

She leant down and gave him a peck on the cheek, wishing she could spend some more time with the little chocolatier. Turning Willys face bright pink, unable to hide a smile at the affection. As Piper turned to leave, she had to quickly jump at the arrival of Lofty yet again. Whom arms were filled with a leather first aid kit, rolling his eyes at the woman who quite nearly flattened him beneath her boots.

“If you could please move to the floor, I’m not risking anything with that lounge.”

Lofty demanded, Looking up at the two remaining men as best he could from behind the first aid case. Willy obeyed and slid down to the floor, sitting crosslegged. His head was feeling very fuzzy now, and he looked up at abacus with whine, wanting him to sit too.

“I think I’ll just sit here if you don’t mind Lad, I don’t think I could get back up from the floor if I sat down”

Abacus chuckled, perching instead on the couch. But still kept a comforting hand on his shoulder, gently massaging back and forth to soothe him. Lofty had been watching the interaction with a raised brow, something was certainly going on. So as he began to unpack some supplies, he bluntly questioned.

“Alright, if I could be informed of what’s going on right here, it would be very much appreciated. I’m quite positive this reaction is far beyond than a child choking on a peanut, especially with those injuries of which still nobody has explained how they came to be.”

He curtly asked, whilst pulling out some bandages, gentian violet and some tweezers for those glass shards. Abacus awkwardly cleared his throat, looking over at Willy whose face had darkened. Although the Oompa Loompa had been residing with him for a while now, his regression was something that he hadn’t yet disclosed with him. Although all his friends had been amazingly supportive and loving, it was still a very peculiar topic to try and explain. Lofty was already quite judgemental most of the time, what if he found this weird and gross?

Willy brought his knees up to his chest anxiously, staying silent in a panic. He didn’t want Lofty to hate him. But he felt a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, Abacus smiling kindly.

“Would you like me to explain?”

He suggested, especially since it seemed the boy wasn’t feeling so verbal right now. Willy looked up and thought about it for a moment, before giving him a nod. He didn’t know how to put his words right for this. All the while Lofty has continued to observe the interaction, shoe tapping on the floor impatiently.

“Alright, i believe you should know regardless as you share a residency with Willy. Sometimes when he gets overwhelmed, Mr Wonka finds it a little hard to stay grown.”

Abacus carefully explained to the little orange man across from him, who frowned in confusion.

“Grown? I can’t see any sign of him shrinking in size, he looked to be the same height as before since I last checked.”

The Oompa Loompa positioned both hands into a viewfinder over the chocolatier, nope, still the same size. Abacus couldn’t help but laugh at the misunderstanding, wishing this could be easier to explain.

“No not in physical size, more like he feels a little younger. Where he needs a little extra care and support, like a child.”

At this point Willy wanted to sink through the floor, not daring to check the Oompa Loompas facial expression. Instead picking at the fabric of his slacks, the small bigger part of him wanted to end this conversation and say that Abacus was just talking utter nonsense, but he didn’t have the energy to do so. He was tired, all he wanted was for his arms to stop hurting and for someone to hold him for a while.

“So what you’re saying that Mr Wonka here regresses to infancy when unsettled?”

Lofty questioned the man, it was difficult to discern his tone. After all, most of the time when he spoke it sounded as if you had offended him in some way. But when he looked at the mannerisms and body language of Willy, he certainly seemed very different than usual.

“Well, when you put it bluntly. Yes you’re correct, but I hope that you won’t be too judgemental. This is something Mr Wonka cannot help, and we shouldn’t be cruel about it.”

Abacus’s voice began to become colder as he finished his sentence, it wasn’t something Willy was used to ever hearing, looking up in slight alarm. Abacus was staring down at the Oompa Loompa almost threateningly, daring him to respond. In response, Lofty snorted after a pause.

“Hm, very peculiar I must say, but I suppose he already acts rather immaturely most of the time regardless.”

Was all he said before completely moving on, returning to prepare the first aid equipment. Acting as if Abacus had just requested he pass the sugar over to him. Both Willy and Abacus were surprised by well, the lack of reaction.

“Now then, please take off that coat show me your arms. I need to know what I’m working with here”

Willy paused for a moment, still expecting some kind of response, insult or anything. But let Abacus carefully ease him out of the blood soaked jacket before displaying his arms outwards, with the Oompa Loompas only sign of disgust so far being directed at the injuries.

“Goodness you’ve made quite the mess of yourself haven’t you?”

Abacus nodded in agreement, before wincing when seeing the state of them properly in the light.

“Indeed, he took a bit of a tumble into one of the displays. One of our crystal chocolate jars paying the price.”

Lofty just sighed, typical Wonka behaviour. He’d never met a person so terminally clumsy sometimes and foolish.

“Of course he did, now I’m going to need you to stay very still. I’m going to remove these glass shards before they get infected.”

He held up the tweezers, Willy shrinking away in alarm at the metal instrument. He didn’t want it to hurt. But Abacus rubbed his back supportively, assuring him it would be fine. As promised, Lofty was impeccably careful as he removed each tiny shard from his arms and hands, his very small hands working in his favour for the task. Back in Loompa land he had a friend whom was the islands herbalist, so he only had some experience when it came to medicine.

He placed each glinting piece into a dish by the table, and once satisfied there was none remaining he reached for the little purple bottle.

“This is an antiseptic I assume?”

Lofty questioned the mathematician, handing the violet bottle up to him. The man pulled a face when reading the label, knowing from experience that this stung viciously.

“Alright, this may sting a little”

-

It did in fact sting quite a lot, as soon as Lofty applied the purple tonic. Willy yelping and flinching away. The pain had just begun to settle when they’d reached upstairs, but now it felt as if someone had set a match upon his skin. And with how sensitive he was already feeling, fresh tears began to spill over and he did his best to squirm away.

“Now i understand it hurts, but it will feel a lot worse later if you don’t allow me to finish Mr Wonka”

In the end Abacus ended up having to retreat from the couch, Willy positioning himself into his lap for security from the horrible anti-septic. He was perhaps feeling the smallest he ever had, and even with Lofty there he didn’t have the willpower to mask it. Eventually with enough comforting words and support from Abacus, Lofty had successfully painted either arm and hand with the bright purple medicine.

“See, we’re done now. There was no need for that silly nonsense”

Lofty chastised as he screwed the cap on the glass bottle again, but he still didn’t seem very fussed about the dramatic change in headspace. More irritated by what he deemed was a bit of an overreaction. Next reaching for the roll of bandages, but this time Willy was much more reproachful about offering his arms back over to the Oompa Loompa, scowling at him best he could.

“I don’t appreciate that expression directed at me, I was just going to wrap your arms up. Unless of course you would prefer Mr Crunch to do so?”

He spoke with crossed arms, but found the grumpy expression slightly entertaining. Especially with his forlorn tearstained face which worked against his attempt to be threatening.

“I could if you’d prefer, but that would mean i would need to tip you from my lap to do so.”

Abacus explaining his options, thanking heaven above regardless that the man was very light and he was only losing partial blood flow to his legs.

“But you are certainly not welcome in my own, I’ve been in danger of being crushed once too many times today.”

Willy thought about it for moment, finding the embrace around him far too comfortable to give up quite just yet. So reluctantly pointed at lofty rather rudely.

“He do it”

“Can Lofty do it please would be much politer thank you very much”

He corrected with a firm expression, but began to unroll the bandages regardless. Carefully he applied the bandage around each skinny arm, all the while Willy just back leant into Abacus throughout the process. He was so tired, all he wanted was to sleep. By the time Lofty was finished, the boy was practically half asleep.

“That’s you done now, very brave”

Willy dozily inspected his new bound arms, before letting out a big yawn. Even lofty finding it a little endearing, revealing out a small smile before quickly replacing it with his usual frown.

“I think we best get you tucked up for a little rest, shall we?”

Willy nodded, and reluctantly allowed Abacus to tip him off his lap so he could stand again. The poor gentleman groaned in pain as he stood up, he was certainly far too old for this.

“Mm-head hurts”

Wonka mumbled out, his skull feeling as if it had been stuffed with cotton wool. Infact most of his body was starting to feel very sore and weak.

“Well no wonder it hurts with all that silly crying, but I give you permission to return to that lounge. Now that it’s no longer in danger of being stained by bodily fluids.”

Lofty said distastefully, motioning for Willy to get up and move. Kindly Abacus helping him up to his feet again, which was desperately needed as he had forgotten his cane downstairs in the store.

He practically collapsed back down onto the couch, sighing in relief to finally be lying down. His entire body felt as if it had been put through the laundry ringer at scrubbits. A few moments later he felt Abacus tuck a thick blanket around his frame, the one that had been stretched across his bed.

In his dozing state, he instinctively reached out for something. Face screwing up a little when realising it obviously wasn’t going to be there.

“What on earth are you looking for?”

Lofty questioned, clearly seeing the man feeling around in complete thin air.

“Chester”

Willy mumbled out , he was so tired but he still needed his companion, especially right now. Lofty’s slow blink was practically audible, shaking his head before turning to the mathematician who had busied himself with folding up the velvet jacket. Planning on taking it back personally to soak it out, even though he’d left the laundry business, it still stuck with him.

“Would you mind translating what on earth he is requesting?”

Abacus just smiled, remembering that name very clearly. So he just pointed up at the bed, knowing it would he the most likely location.

“Check underneath the pillow of Mr Wonkas bed.”

With a raised eyebrow and a lot of confusion, the Oompa Loompa reluctantly followed the direction. Only feeling more lost when lifting the pillow and finding the contents beneath.

“Is this some kind of rag?”

He held up a small knitted bird with an extended arm, its head lolling to the side rather unsettlingly. Willy spotted the item immediately though, lifting his own head up from the couch with a whine.

“Chester..”

Loftys confused frown remained, able to put together the clues that this amalgamation of wool must be “Chester” Mr Wonka did seem very concerned about it though, so he quickly handed it over to him. The little bird being clung close to his chest, with its misshapen beak poking out under his chin. It was all so ludicrous, it was just a silly inanimate object.

But he saw how the boy began to settle again at its presence. Eyes closing at last as his breathing became slower and deeper. For the first time since he’d seen the man that afternoon, he looked genuinely at peace. From behind him he heard the accountant approaching, who was holding two cups of tea, one being marginally smaller.

“Think we could both do with one”

Lofty accepted the offer, the pair sitting in the kitchenette. Both of them looking over at the now fast asleep chocolatier on the lounge. A comfortable silence between the two as they just took the time to wind down, the scene would probably look extremely strange to an any outsider if they happened to wander inside. Abacus smiled fondly as he noticed the knitted toucans wing being gently chewed on as Wonka slept.

“Thank you, for being understanding about this. This is a part of him that not many know or care to understand, but I believe it’s something very special to be trusted with”

He said to the Oompa Loompa, who had also been observing the chocolatiers behaviour. It was rather fascinating.

“But, I won’t hold it against you if this is a little too strange for you. This manner of coping is certainly unconventional”

He continued, wanting to assure him. He remembered that Noodle had been a little apprehensive about it all when he first explained the regression to her. And Willy had been extremely firm in the fact that he never wanted to be a burden to anybody or make them feel uncomfortable. Lofty stayed silent for a few moments, draining the cup of tea before answering.

“You are speaking with somebody who comes from a tropical island populated only by 2ft tall orange men. I think you would find good reason to label me as a hypocrite if i were to judge Mr Wonka negatively for this.”

He paused in his statement, looking over again at the boy with the smallest of a smile

“Is it a little peculiar? Definitely, but I suppose we all must learn to be open minded when it comes to things we don’t quite understand yet.

And on one hand, I may find it a little endearing too, at least he’s less irritating than usual, aside from all the tears.”

And with that, he turned again to the man across the table. Nonchalant as always.

“Anyways, how about you go hunting for some of those truffles. I’m sure Wonka always hides them out of my reach”

#wonka agere #agere wonka #little! wonka #agere fic #shhsticker req #shhticker fics #fandom agere #fandom agere fic #agere fanfic #age regression fanfic #age regression #age regressor #age dreaming #agere blog #agere community #sfw agere #safe agere #agere little #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace

[octuscle]

"Baggage Claim"

Hey! Is DEL still available?

Sorry, but the only other thing I can offer you is a case from ATL. Far less exotic. But also completely impractical for you. What the hell are you supposed to do with fishing equipment. In your whole life you have never fished. And you're certainly not going to sit down on the Hudson River. You don't want to eat what's swimming in there anyway. Well, the chain is cool. You can wear it sometime… But now you should worry less about the suitcase and more about the presentation for your next appointment.

Your colleagues and also your customers are a bit irritated that you constantly include any comparisons in your presentation, in which it is about fish, hunting or the like. But otherwise it was a good appointment, the customer has concluded the contract. A reason to celebrate. The first thing you do when you enter the bar is to take off your tie. Man, you really can't breathe with that stuff on. And while the others toast with sissy stuff like Negronis and gin and tonics, you order yourself a big beer. You drink it all in one go. And order a second one. The burp was world class. You grin broadly. Your colleagues ask if you've still got it all together. Sure thing, you answer, but now you have to piss first.

On the toilet you take your cock out of your lucky jockstrap. You've always worn it to important football games in college. The piece is completely filthy. Huhuhu, that's me too, you think. How long ago was college, anyway? A year? You shake it off and stow your dick again, buttoning your not-quite-clean jeans and fastening your belt with the monstrous belt buckle representing a Southern flag. Scratching your three-day beard, you wonder where in the middle of Manhattan your boots always get so dusty. Never mind, you need another beer. Your colleagues keep their distance from you. They never understood why you, the hick, got the internship. Hey, you didn't want the job and you didn't want to go to New York. You just don't belong here. So you leave the would-be masters of the universe alone and go to the river. That's where you feel most comfortable in this jungle. You snot your chewing tobacco into the river and go back to your guesthouse. The sooner you are in bed, the better.

Before you start your job at da bank, you have to help your yo pops feed da animals. Your ma haz already prepared uh gud breakfast for you. But now da corduroy jacket over your lumberjack shirt n off to da office. Some of your neighbors need uh loan for new farm machinery. You're glad you let your grandma convince you to go to college. But you're even happier that you came home afterwards. Running da local branch of da bank is all you can ask for. Here, folks don't care if your hair is uh little longer in da back. Old steve haz been cutting your hair all his life, so as long as he lives, let him keep doing it.

Yawl know chur paypul. Few know thet naw wun iz comin' tuhday, yawl can gist close thuh store. An hif sumpn happens, everyone has chur number or at least chur dad's number. Thay can gist cawya. Yawl don't feel lahk it anymore after yawl negotiated thuh loan. Yawl celebrate thuh closin' now with uh beer on thuh boat. Let's say hif thuh fish bite. 

#male tf #reality change #redneck tf #age reduction

[pumpkin-cake]

Midnight Rain

(part two of ???)

-part one-

-part three-

summary - your tutoring sessions with tyler are going well, but you already have something on your mind to prepare for the next day

tw - cursing

Slight spoilers for Wednesday?? Nothing big

Tutoring with the barista at the Weathervane was a lot more fun than you had been expecting. Of course, Tyler had to work. A lot of it was you bringing in your assignment, him giving you a quick rundown of things before having to go right back to work. On the bright side, neither of you had seen the rude woman from before! Tyler and some of his coworkers were very appreciative. It felt nice that something you did benefited others. Although you felt that was the only thing you had going for you.

You always caught people staring at you in your Nevermore Academy uniform. Like you were some sort of animal or creature. You didn’t have claws like the werewolves or fangs like vampires. What you were was known by hardly anyone. Your mom knew of course. And the staff. It’s not like it was a deep dark secret you couldn’t tell anyone. You weren’t a scary monster that slaughtered people. You just…never felt the need to tell anyone.

Surprisingly, Tyler had never asked. He sometimes asked questions about the school in general, but never really about anything deep or personal, which you appreciated. Probably due to the fact you two didn’t really know each other, but you didn’t exactly have much social experience. You figured he’d be bursting at the seams with questions, but he was more relaxed and laid-back. Never exactly in a rush. Liked to keep things at a steady pace. It made you feel at ease when he helped you with assignments. He wasn’t pressuring you to get the right answer as soon as possible. Told you to take your time.

“So…the four goes…here?” You asked apprehensively.

“Yeah!” He replied, grinning. “Just don’t forget to divide, but I think you’ll be alright.”

“Great!” Your pencil scribbled on the paper, taking a second to make some mental calculations before writing your answer and showing Tyler.

“You got it!”

“Yes! Thank you so much.” You smiled, packing up your stuff and getting out of the booth.

Tyler tilted his head and checked the time on his phone. “You’re usually not heading out until another like, half an hour. Something up?”

“Oh, did I not tell you? We have the Poe Cup tomorrow. I want to make sure everything’s ready.”

“The…Poe Cup?” He asked, clearly puzzled. You had not told him, apparently.

“It’s like- this canoe race. There are four teams, and we have to row to a nearby island, claim a flag from the island's crypt, and row back. The first one to reach the finish line without sinking wins.” You explained briefly. “But, there are no rules.”

“What?”

“Yeah, no rules. So things like sabotage is all fair game. The same team has been winning for like- several years.” You sighed, slinging your backpack over your shoulders and carrying your coffee cup and plate to the counter with Tyler following.

“That- cannot be safe. Do people get hurt?” He questioned.

“Not too much. People aren’t going around shanking people to win. It’s usually pushing over boats or getting holes in the boats. Although one kid did lose a finger last year.” You hummed, the comment causing Tyler’s eyes to widen.

“Geez. Well, be careful, okay?” He said, going back and taking care of the dishes you placed on the counter. “You’re our star customer, can’t have you losing fingers.”

“Star customer! Well, I am certainly honored.” You said jokingly, bowing dramatically.

“You should be!” He joked back with a smile. “Huge title.”

“I’ll be sure to put it on my resume.” You hummed, brushing off your uniform. “Well, I hope to see you tomorrow!”

“See you next time, (Y/n)!” He called out, and you gave him a wave as you left, the bell singing out as you did. You expected to just calmly get back to school, but not even five minutes into walking back did you crash into somebody, falling to the ground with a groan.

“Oh! (Y/n), I am so sorry!”

There stood your dorm mom, Ms. Thornhill. Her glasses had been knocked askew by the impact, but she quickly readjusted them and helped you up.

“Didn’t see you there, sweetheart! Must have been wrapped up in my own thoughts.” She chuckled, and you dusted off your uniform.

“No problem, Ms. Thornhill.” You waved your hand, a little peeved that you’d been quite literally knocked over, but it was an accident. “Where are you off to, if I may?”

“Oh, just Weathervane. Need my daily coffee.” She hummed. “I missed it this morning. Busy schedule!” She said with a hearty laugh, brushing some hair away from her face.

“Ah, I see.” You chuckled. “Well, I won’t keep you. Just was gonna go rest up for the cup tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes! I almost forgot about that!” She said with a grin. “I’m excited to watch! You’re participating right? With the Black Cats?”

“Yup. Enid’s under the weather so I think I’m co-captain next to Yoko.” You said, feeling a little bad as you remembered how sad Enid was that she couldn’t participate. “I hope I can win it for her.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” She smiled kindly. “I’m glad Ophelia Hall has someone as caring as you, (Y/n).” She said, and you almost felt your face turn red. “I know your mother will be cheering you on, too.”

Ugh, of course. Your mother. She’d been stressing over and over how she desperately wanted Ophelia Hall to have a win this year. Like she did last year. And the year before that.

Oh, yeah, your mother just so happened to be the literal principal of the school.

Larissa Weems wasn’t necessarily a bad mother. Just an annoying one. She purposefully placed you in Ophelia Hall because ‘Oh, she was in Ophelia Hall! Wouldn’t it be so lovely if you were in it too?’

…sure, Mom.

You’d really wanted to be in the same dorm group as your friend, Bianca Barclay. You’d even specifically asked your mother to put you in that group, or at least Bianca in Ophelia Hall. But, nope. She just really wanted you to be an Ophelia Hall student.

You really couldn’t complain too much. The people were pretty nice, and you did get a room to yourself as the principal’s kid. A lot of students figured you were spoiled and privileged, and maybe it was a little true, but you liked to think you were a good person. Tried your best to help out and be kind to everyone. You’d get Bianca to go easy on Rowan during fencing, stuff like that. You usually just kept to yourself otherwise.

“…thanks, Miss Thornhill. I think I’m going to go now.” You offered a very fake smile and walked off without hearing a response from her. You took out your phone and put in earbuds, playing whatever music that popped up first.

The walk back to Nevermore was uneventful after that. Some people gave you odd stares, but you were used to that at this point. You really needed to stop wearing your uniform everywhere.

Once you got onto the grounds, you were almost immediately confronted by your mother. Standing tall at 6’3”, she placed her hands on her hips and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Where have you been?” She asked, not very accusingly but more curious.

“Um…Jericho.” You said. “Just getting some coffee. Like I have been doing these past few days. Or maybe you were just too busy to notice.”

“(Y/n), you know I don’t appreciate it when you do this.” She sighed. “I just wanted to know what you’ve been up to is all. You seem to be so busy with your academics along with the Poe Cup.”

“I am. Any updates on Enid?” You said shortly, really just wanting to go to your room.

“Oh! I was just about to let you know. Miss Sinclair has made a recovery, so she will be participating tomorrow!” Weems grinned, clasping her hands together.

“Great. We might have a chance at winning.” You said, almost sarcastically. You had a lot of faith in Enid, and in this way you wouldn’t be in charge at all. “I guess I can just spectate then.”

“Oh, come now, there’s no need!” She said. “Of course you’re going to participate. I even came up with a plan for you all to have a chance!” She said with a gracious smile, like she was doing you a favor.

“Mom, seriously? I don’t think interference from the principal is allowed.”

“There are no rules, darling.” She hummed, reaching a hand out and holding your face.

“…why do I have to do this again?” You questioned with a glare. “I really don’t want to. I’m already trying hard enough to keep up with my grades.”

“You’re my child, sweetheart.” She responded like it was that easy. “I know you have what it takes. I was co-captain of my team when I went to school here. You aren’t even in a leading position anymore, so you can absolutely do that, can’t you?”

“…I suppose so.” You muttered, lightly swiping her hand away from her face. “But don’t think I’m gonna act like some try-hard to win this thing. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do only that.”

“Thank you, my sweet child.” She offered a relieved smile before walking off, heels clacking as she did so. She held her hand up, beckoning you to follow so she could explain the details of her plan.

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Laying up awake at night nervous for this stupid cup absolutely wasn’t fun. Was your mother going to be royally pissed off if you let her down? Probably. She was a sweet woman when you were a little kid. What a normal mother should be. But when she realized you were like her, she instantly became this fanatic, trying to shape you into what she was but better.

You jumped whenever your phone buzzed from your nightstand. Who the hell? You reached over and took it, wincing as the brightness of the phone blinded you. You quickly turned it down and saw you had a message.

From Tyler.

Good luck during that weird race tmr!

You blinked, before smiling. He was thinking of you. He remembered the stupid cup. That was sweet. You quickly responded with a thank you, letting him know you were going to get some sleep. You turned your phone on silent and closed your eyes. It still took you a while, but eventually you got yourself to sleep, ready for the day ahead.

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tags 🏷 @justageek @peachycupotea

#wednesday addams #wednesday #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin x reader #nevermore academy #nevermore #tyler galpin #larissa weems #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #xavier thorpe

[quitealotofsodapop]

Just curious, how do the lmk crew when they are sick and when others are sick? (Not pregnancies since that whole different ball park.)

OK heres my hcs for how LMK gang deals with being sick/others being sick:

Xiaotian/MK: Ignores serious symptoms until he physically cannot walk. And although he loves the extra break time, he almost goes nuts when he's too sick and feverish to much else but rest. Draws a lot when ill, especially of his fever dreams. To Others: he goes full worried mother-hen on them. Soup, tea, soft pillows, meds, you name it - he'll zoom across town for it. Often ends up catching whatever the other person had cus of proximity.

Xiaojiao/Mei: Legit doesn't notice her symptoms until she starts flagging mid-drive, then she puts herself on strict bedrest until she's good enough to hit the road again. Prefers to treat herself, so she gets embarassed when she gets really sick and the others have to step in. To Others: Jokingly mourns them and drops off a bag filled with their fave snacks before booking it out the door. She will support them from a distance. XD

Sun Wukong: "Bah! Illness is for dorky mort- ACHOO!!" His relative isolation on FFM and hubris towards earths tiniest organisms has left SWK with almost zero immunity to common diseases. Pretty much passes out the second he gets the tiniest cold. Will try and meditate/sleep his way back to normal, but will need to be dragged kicking and screaming to a doctor. To Others: The opposite. Mortals are so fragile! Are you ok!? Why is your nose running? Are you dying?! This monkey goes into full panic mode over the smallest ailments. Buys out the pharmacy's stock in cough syrup and cold meds. Probably makes himself sick in the process.

Macaque: Accepts his fate and holes himself up in a nest for the foreseeable future. Has a slightly stronger immune system than Wukong (don't tell me that this monkey didn't live like an alley cat at some point), but in the case of really serious illness will crawl himself towards his nearest ally and/or enemy for assistance/a more honorable death. Secretly enjoys being pampered while in his more vunerable state. To Others: Full mom-mode combined with "I told you so" attitude. Strict bedrest and warm blankets. Monkey instincts take over and he'll make the sick person eat weird medicinal plants he finds/alchemises, and cuddle them in hopes of making them feel better. Often times it works.

Pigsy: Claims he's never taken a sick day in his life. Is proven wrong the first time he catches a random virus and has to shut the down kitchen for about a week. Is very frustrated, but puts the customers' safety over his pride. When he gets the slightest bit better he'll start cooking up a storm to make up for lost time. To Others: "Sick. Leave. Now." Will physically carry his sick friends/workers to the doctors to get meds before he lets them in the door. Will stuff the sick person full of healthy traditional soup recipes to encourage "natural healing" in addition to strict medical assistance. Will claim that he'd do this for anyone (he lying).

Tang: "Oh no~ I have the flu! I guess I'll have to stay home and be feed soup by my beloved Piggy~" This man will 100% take advantage of his sickness for attention. Don't lie to me. To Others: On one hand, eww. On the other, he may be able to steal a bowl of Pigsy's healing soup. Will smile fondly and let the ill person recover in their own time with meds.

Sandy: Goes belly up in the water. He's a guy with great constitution, so he doesn't get sick often. But when he does? Doctor, now. Can bounce back fairly quickly if treated, but he'll insist on the others not getting too close to him or his cats less they catch it too. Will appriciate any help (esp with his foster cats) around the boat house tho. Cat cuddle pile until he's better. To Others: Enters the room wearing a face mask and gloves, holding a tray of different teas (hot and iced), and offers to lend his aromatherapy machine. Very big on holistic methods, but won't discourage modern medicine.

Red Son: Goes into "dying victorian child"-mode. Was in the Guanyin's Southern Seas paradise for centuries (so no immunities) and likely hasn't caught most diseases simply because his body runs too hot for the micro-organisms to survive. But if he catches something supernatural, or it triggers a violent immuno-response? He's a sweaty mess unable to move from his bed, surrounded by ice packs. It's very difficult to take care of him in this state cus he's like smouldering lava. His parents get *very* worried. Gets ridiculously honest, slurring things like; "I love you so much noodle boy~" *passes tf out* to his caretakers. Doesn't remember a thing afterwards. To Others: "Bull Clones! Initiate hazmat procedures!" Gets mega worried cus he's never had to help someone in this state before, but understands how laboratory hazmat works, so will assist wearing full PPE. Will disinfect the ill person's entire living space to eliminate future threats. If the sick person is someone *really important to them, Red will panic and seek out supernatural assistance.

Nezha: "Sick? Nah I don't get sick." *falls asleep at the breakfast table the second no one's looking*. Tries to "tough it out" like he believes he should, but is woefully unprepared for how protective the rest of the gang can be. It's been a long time since someone has actually tucked him in and nursed him back to health - he gets really emotional. Will now die for his caretakers' no matter how small his ailments were. To Others: Vows to help however he can, and then goes to stand guard at the bedroom door. Will call for advice on bedside manner stuff cus he's not used to it (youngest of three yo) beyond what his mom would do for him as a toddler.

Bai He: Little kid. Will sneeze and cough and allow herself to be corralled into bed for the week. Very sleepy. Stuffed animal fort will be built to protect her. Mo may sneak in to cuddle her better. To Others: Is told to keep away from the sick person less she catches it, but will sneak in and donate one of her fave toys to keep them company. In the case of non-communicable ailments; will sneak in and try to cuddle the sick person better since that always makes her feel better too. Brings her tablet so that they can watch something together.

+(Au character) Chenxiang: Is pretty healthy, but also has no idea how personal health works. Gets his first ever really bad illness by getting drenched in rain one night and not drying himself off properly. Hallucinates feverishly and mistakes Wukong as still being his Sifu, and that he needs to save his mother. Multiple family members are required to wrangle Chenxiang back to bed in this state. Gets really quiet/wistful once he starts getting better. To Others: Gets really worried and immediately summons the adults for help. The only other time in the past he's cared for a sick person... didn't end happily. So he gets really really insistent on the sick person going to the doctor, taking meds, drinking tea & soup, everything. Pretty much helicopters over the sick until they get better, or if the adults take over for him.

#lmk character hcs #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk hcs #illness tw #qi xiaotian #lmk mei #long xiaojiao #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #lmk sandy #lmk red son #lmk bai he #lmk lbd's host #lmk nezha #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lmk liu chenxiang #liu chenxiang #liu chen xiang

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#318

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting here for about twenty minutes.  I just got off the phone with dispatch when you pulled up.  The load did not get released until I called.  So, the boats won’t be available for at least five hours.  Sarah already called our customer.  The manager at the lodge is ok getting their two boats late this afternoon.  That’s not the issue.  It’s the drive back in the dark.  We are expecting a thunderstorm.  The company will pay for a room at the lodge up there.  If you have plans tonight, you can take off.  There’s still time for a replacement driver.  You up for that?...  Good.  Now on to the next question.  You a faggot?...

“…Good god!  Shut up.  Everyone knows you are gay.  Everyone.  Look, you work hard, you do a great job, you aren’t late, you don’t make waves, and you are the first one to step up to cover for anyone of us when we have to take a day off ‘cuz of a sick kid.  We all see it.  You’re a good guy.  None of us care.  You don’t run around with the gay flag and shit.  My question wasn’t if you are queer, it was ‘Are you a faggot?’

“…There’s a huge difference.  Gays have sex with other men.  Faggots serve men.  Not just serve but will do anything to get the man’s cock in them.  The more degrading and humiliating the better.  Faggots know they are inherently inferior to the naturally superior men.  The faggot needs the alpha male cum to give them purpose, and that load will be worth all the physical and mental abuse inflicted on them.  So, are you a faggot?

“I already know the answer.  I’ve seen the photos and the videos of you doing all that.  Got a butt load texted to me this morning.  I bet you wanna see.  Let me show you.  That’s you alright, the only man naked at a party of six guys.  And look they are pissing all over your faggot face.  And look at you trying to drink as much of it as you can.  Watch this video.  That’s you at the same party getting cornholed with a fresh load of jiz dripping off your face.  Notice the word ‘toilet’ written on your forehead.  It can’t get any more obvious than that… until you yell ‘I need cum.  I need cum.  Give me cum.’  That is some desperate shit.  You probably figured that Larry sent them to me. 

“You would be right, but that’s not the butt load I got this morning.  No that would be from Jose.  Jose said that he sees you at the stop along the highway cruising truckers and other men.  Here’s a photo of you eating the shithole of a driver.  And here’s one of you completely naked bent over a picnic table getting spit roasted by two men, probably drivers.  Jose said your cunt was a sloppy mess when he took his turn.

“I can see while you are still a bit panicked, you are sporting a tiny boner.  Now before I ask you one last time.  I want you grope my package….  It’s a mound alright.  I’m only half hard.  It’s eight inches long and eight inches around.  I’m thicker than a beer can.  Here, let me take it out so you can hold it.  I’ve used faggots all my life.  I know what they crave and what they need.  It all comes down to this slab of beef in your hand.  So, are you a faggot?

“…Good!  You and me, we are no longer co-workers.  You are a faggot to me, from now on.  In every moment of your life, you will view yourself inferior to me. 

“No one will be up here for hours.  I want you to strip completely naked.  Put all your clothes in your truck, lock it, and bring me the key….

"…Good faggot.  Let me look you over.  Damn!  You are beefy.  You work out?  You need to keep that up.  You don’t look like you juice up.  That’s all-natural beef.  Normally faggots should be shaved smooth, but your body hair looks good.  So I won’t be shaving it off any time soon.

“Come here….  Fuck yeah, you know how to react to a forceful face slap.  Faggots need to be bitch slapped several times a day.  Lay on the ground face up.  Open up your toilet mouth.  Spread your legs.  Wider.  Whenever I piss on a faggot, I prefer to stand between its legs.  I get to practice my aim.  Open up.  Wider.  Ahh, fuck.  I’ve been holding it in on this long drive waiting for this moment.

“Keep drinking as much as you can.  I want half my piss in your gut and half drenching you.  Yeah, I knew you were my other driver.  I arranged with Jose to tell you a time five hours earlier than the actual time of delivery.  That gives me enough time to try you out. 

“I’ve been to parties and sex clubs with Larry and Jose, and they know a small part of me.  When Larry and Jose were talking to me about you, I knew you were a true faggot based on what they said.  They don’t know the extent of what’s at your core.  I do.

“You can close your toilet mouth.  Keep your legs spread.  You are rock fucking hard.  Let me crush it under my boot.  Hold still.  All I have to do is apply a little bit of weight to my foot and your pecker and balls get crushed. 

“This is how this weekend is going to go.  I am fucking going to use you for the next few hours.  We’ll go deliver these boats to the lodge.  We’ll have our room where you will service me.  You have anywhere to be tomorrow or Sunday?...  No?  Good.  There is only one place I want you, and that is under my control.  You got that?

“You want this cock, you are going to have to earn it.  Besides my dick, you will worship my shithole.  This is your first test as a true faggot.  Get behind me and clean up my crack and hole.  I don’t recall using toilet paper this morning.  But you don’t care, do you?  Didn’t think so. 

“No hesitation.  Good faggot….  Oh wow.  You sure know what the hell you are doing.  Fuck that feels good.  Normally I can’t stand stubble, but yours feels… fuck!  Jesus.  Hold up.  Hold up.

“Faggot, you really want this?  You really want me?...  No, I’m talking about serving me as my permanent faggot.  Look I jerk off two to three times a day.  I want a faggot to take care of that for me, whenever possible.  I have my sons every other weekend.  I would want you at my back and call at all other times.

“You want that?...  It does come with rules.  Number one is, you live to service me.  Your needs are secondary.  At no time will you play with yourself.  And you will ask me first before you play with another man.  I’m not looking for monogamy from you, but I want control over it.  And at no time will your ever go top.  Your dicklet is to be ignored.  I know some pills that will make you medically lose your hard on.  You will still have your sex drive, but you can’t do anything about it.  I like that.

“I like the idea of you getting loaded up before coming to me.  When was the last time you were bred?...  This morning at that stop?  Damn, before we connected?  Fuck faggot!  Is his load up your cunt now?...  There’s two loads?  Fucking hell!  Faggot.  You’re my kind of faggot. 

“Get up and squat down on your haunches.  Right there on the grass.  Like that.  Now shit out those loads.  Those loads and all loads that go in you belong to me.  Use your hands to pull apart your cheeks.  Shit them out.  Fuck yeah!  You should see how it’s oozing out.  You fucking cum dump whore. 

“Scoot back and look at the glop of cum and pussy juices.  You know what I’m about ready to tell you.  Yup.  I can see the hunger in your eyes.  Get that face down there and lick that nasty ass cum load off the grass.  Fuck yeah faggot.

“Spread your knees.  I want to inspect my new cunt.  It’s a mess back here.  A fucking mess.  But look at your balls.  Any time I see hanging balls, I have to do this….  A daily kick to the balls will keep a faggot’s focus where it needs to be. 

“Faggot, I was going to wait a bit, but I really need to cunt you.  That sloppy hole is too inviting.  Keep your face down in that nasty pile, your knees spread, and push out.

“Feel my club resting in your crack?  Heavy, isn’t it?  To cunt you properly, it goes right to the root.  We are in the middle of nowhere, so go ahead and scream.  Every single faggot I have cunted has screamed out.  Let me tell ya, screaming does not get me to stop.  In fact the only thing that will stop me is my balls flooding your guts.  And faggot when that happens, when I pull out you better get your toilet mouth on this dick to clean it off.

“Scream motherfucker scream!  Don’t you dare pull the fuck away.  No fucking countdown for you.  Faggot, quit squirming, I will make room in there for my dick…. Faggot of course you are in pain.  That’s the way that I want it.  Just fucking deal with it.

“Now shut the fuck up.  I need to focus here.  I can’t be thinking of you and your lack of comfort… Oh wait, do that again.  Clamp down on me.  Oh man.  That’s not going to take me long.  Fuck no!  Not long at all.  Between your cries of pain, I want to hear you beg for my load….  Shout it out.  Let the world know how desperate you are for my cum.

“Oh fuck yeah.  Fuck yeah.  Here you go bitch.  Ahh!  Ahh!  Ahh!  You feel it?  Goddamned that was good.

“Just lay there on the grass and don’t move for a second.  Enjoy being crushed by my weight.  Just listen.  You are mine now.  I want this cunt every day.  I’m entitled to it.  From what Jose and Larry were saying, you are a big faggot whore.  That energy needs to be focused.  You still will be a whore to men.  And you will always be a faggot.  My faggot.  And you know what?  I don’t care who knows. 

“Tonight at the lodge, I want you in bed with me.  I want to fall asleep with my cock in your cunt and wake up with your mouth on my dick.  There’s so much I want to do to you.  But first, you need to clean me up.  Let’s go to the driver’s side.  I want to enjoy my cigar as you do that.

“Squat right there, but don’t you dare leak me out.  Fuck!  You look so natural naked.  Whenever possible, I want you naked including on the drive up and back.  Your window tint should prevent glances in.

“Damn, that was fun.  Now what things can I do to you for the next 4 hours?”

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I want to go to Ohio next April to view the total solar eclipse, but I haven't booked a hotel yet because I haven't finalized my itinerary. This was a mistake, because every single hotel in the city I was planning to visit is already booked solid. I wouldn't be surprised if every hotel in the path of totality is booked. I'll have to look for one a few hours away.

Columbus and Cincinnati are probably booked up, so maybe I'll try Louisville or Lexington down in Kentucky, or Detroit up in Michigan. Or maybe I should avoid big cities all together and look for a hotel in a small town instead.

Before I finalize anything, I want to know if any of my mutuals are planning on coming out for the eclipse. I've been banking on Ohio this whole time because it's a straight shot up the I-75 from where I'll be at, and I wanted to visit the Armstrong Air and Space Museum in Wapakoneta (Neil's childhood home, directly in the path of totality), but I'm willing to travel anywhere in the path

Mutuals, if you guys live in or near this grey band or are planning to travel there on April 8, 2024, let me know if you want to meet up. I was planning a big road trip up from Florida, with tentative stops at amusement parks along the way (Six Flags Over Georgia, Dollywood, King's Island, maybe Cedar Point or Hersheypark because I don't know the next time I'll be up north, so I may as well cast a wide net).

My car can fit four comfortably (and I do mean comfortably, it's big, lots of leg room), five max, so if anyone wants to fly out I can pick you up and we can carpool/caravan.

This is my tentative route from Gainesville on up, but I'm willing to deviate. I could take the I-10 west to Texas instead, or I could overshoot the path and meet up in Detroit or Chicago or as far out as St Louis.

It doesn't matter where I end up just so long as it's in the path of totality; come hell or high water I am going to see this eclipse.

DM me if you want to join in!

If enough people are interested, I'll set up a discord server so we can all talk together and finalize our plans by committee. I'll leave this pinned until August 1st, and if there are no takers I'll go with my original plan; head out in late March, hit up Six Flags, visit the Smokeys for a couple days, mull around in Kentucky or Ohio until the eclipse, afterwards maybe head east to Pennsylvania, maybe visit some Civil War sites, maybe visit some relatives in the DC area, definitely hit up Dollywood on the way back (besides the eclipse, the theme parks are my main focus; hitting Six Flags and Dollywood both on the way up would be exhausting, so one up and one down works perfect)

This is a major undertaking, a trip of a lifetime for me, so I want to make it special. Spending a week with friends would be nice, before, during or after the eclipse, whatever boats your float.

Once I know who all I'm dealing with, then I'll start booking rooms and buying tickets. I want to explore, I want to see the country, I want to have a real tourist vacation experience (I've been on the customer service end of things for too long, I need a break).

#eclipse #total eclipse #total solar eclipse #april 8 #road trip #vacation #mutuals #hit me up #dms open

[akaiuchiha]

A One Piece fanfiction about Zeff and Sanji mostly

Okay hear me out. I had an idea of fanfiction and I wrote the beginning. I wrote it in french and translated it in english so I hope it's good enough.

Please give me your feedback if you think this may be a good idea (I'll post it regardless because I really like to write and think it is an interesting idea but I still like to have your opinion on if I should change things and all)

I'll share both versions so that everyone can read it !

French version:

Pendant qu'à l'autre bout du monde, un jeune adulte de 21 ans se retrouvait face à ses pires cauchemars, à East Blue un vieil homme lisait le journal tout en prenant une décision radicale.

Sa vie de pirate était peut-être terminée, mais il pouvait toujours naviguer sous un autre pavillon.

Ainsi, il prépara son navire tout en avertissant les clients bien en avance. Son restaurant accueillait souvent des habitués, ils connaissaient tous le jeune homme aux cheveux blonds et aux yeux azur qui y avait grandis. Alors voir la réaction du patron et entendre sa décision n'était pas une surprise.

Cependant le voyage allait être long, puisque la navigation par log pose prennait du temps.

Ainsi, quelques jours plus tard et un équipage préparé, Zeff aux pieds rouge mit le cap vers Grand Line.

Personne ne s'en prendrait à son fils tant qu'il vivrait.

Pas même son père biologique.

Ainsi débute la seconde aventure de Zeff aux pieds rouge, à la recherche son fils.

English version:

While at the end of the world a young man of 21 was going through his worst nightmares, an old man in East Blue was reading the newspaper while taking a life-changing decision.

His pirate life was maybe over but he could still navigate under another flag

So he prepared his boat and warned the customers early. His restaurant often received the same people so they all knew the young man with blond hair and sky blue eyes who had grew up here. Seeing the chef's reaction and hearing his decision was not a surprise.

However, this journey was going to be long because of the log pose navigation restriction

Just like this, some days later and with his crew completely prepared, Red Leg Zeff set sail for the Grand Line.

No one will harm his son as long as he'll live.

Not even his biological father.

This is how Red Leg Zeff's second adventure began, in search of his son.

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I literaly have so many homeworks to do and here I am writing a fanfiction as if I have done everything I need to do in order to succeed.

Well, I exagerate, but I have a book to read and to write the report of said book before decembre 19 (I think) and the researchs for my thesis to do so writing fanfictions is clearly not the priority....

#one piece #sanji #red leg zeff #spoilers #wano #strawhat pirates #they are a family #found family #judge is not sanji's father #whole cake island #fanfiction #english #french #Zeff's adventures on the Grand Line

[aaronburrdaily]

October 21, 1809

Helsingborg, October 21, 1809. Supped again last night with the beautiful family of Barque c. d. Pres. des tribunaux soes. en Pomerania.¹ Drank tro. de vin, seeing that I had dined with the Governor; was, in consequence, obliged to sit up till 3, smoking, and reading, and writing. Having resolved to be up early and off at 9, slept sound till 1/2 p. 10! Pas tro. bien.² At 1/2 p. 11 called on Colonel ———, the Commandant, who comports with the utmost politeness. Will order a boat at any hour. Desired it might be at 2; but the passports of Hendrick not having arrived, shall be obliged to go stark alone. At 1/2 p. 12 got my breakfast, and went to packing up. In the midst of it, came in a very gentlemanly-looking man, who introduced himself to me as the Prussian consul at Elsinore. Gave me much useful information. Had a special favor to ask, to which agreed. Had just done packing, when came in the visiting officer, whose duty it is to inspect baggage, &c. Was sent by the Governor, that I might not have the trouble of sending my trunks to the custom-house, or opening them on the wharf. The examination consisted in opening my trunks, and without moving an article, he standing six yards off, and then he received from me 1/2 dollar; very pleasant. How fortunate is my long sleeping. The Commandant came in at 1/2 p. 2. "Good news for you. The passport of Hendrick is arrived, and he shall receive mine in fifteen minutes." A few minutes after he brought it, and waited to eschort³ me to the landing, and see me safe aboard. Heighho! for another, and, nominally, a hostile kingdom. Drizzling, fog, and brisk gale.

Elsinore, October 21, 1809. We crossed in an hour in a small open boat, though the wind was strong ahead; the distance 1,331 toises.⁴ Before leaving the Danish shore the sky cleared, and the sun shone brilliant; weather mild. At about 100 yards from the Danish shore were met by the Danish flag of truce, another boat like ours; for the Swedish boat is not allowed to approach nearer the shore. Each boat has a white flag to manifest the pacific intent. In the Danish boat we and our baggage embarked, and were presently ashore. Another boat took our passports to the Danish Commandant at the castle. The castle which has for ——— levied tribute on all Europe. We landed, leaving our baggage, and went under guard to the custom-house, where an officer examined our passports, endorsed them, and transmitted us, under guards to the castle, about half a mile, where we were exhibited to the Commandant, an elderly man of grave but courteous deportment. He asked in French, if I were Colonel Burr. I replied that I had no claim to a military title, but was commonly so called. Ask me to sit; inquired when I proposed to go to Copenhagen. "To-morrow." Said my passports should be transmitted to me that evening. Went then to our proposed lodgings, Madame Jeuel's. At the door saw carts loaded with furniture and much bustle. The good lady had sold out, and was in the act of moving. In this dilemma a sprightly young man interposed; supposed we were Americans addressed to his house; offered to provide us lodgings, and in ten minutes we were splendidly lodged chez Oder, a confectioner. Our new friend then went with us to see after our baggage. Found it at the custom-house. Our trunks were barely opened and shut. He paid the necessary (customary) douceurs.⁵ Our baggage being lodged, he ordered tea, at which we had the pleasure of his company. Inquired what hour we should sup, and ordered supper. Told us the wines were excellent, and ordered claret and port. It being a mild, brilliant, moonlight evening, he proposed to walk to the King's Garden and park adjoining the town, and thither we went. The Palace small, but neat and good taste. About twenty or thirty statues in a circular area in front, prettily disposed. The hill and terrace in the rear, something higher than the top of the Palace, extends a considerable length, perhaps half a mile, and affords a magnificent and varied view of the town, the castle, the ocean, the Baltic, the Swedish coast, and the town of Helsingborg. Paused at the tomb of Hamlet. It is on this terrace; a square pillar, about four feet high, and without inscription; the only monument. I would willingly have passed an hour alone on this terrace. Returned by another gate. The town very quiet. Our supper served at 9. Eels and mutton, both excellent, and the wines did justice to his recommendation, as he did to them. At 1/2 p. 10 he left us, first inquiring at what hour in the morning he should call to go and show us the church, which I had expressed a curiosity to see. I appointed 1/2 p. 8. My companion, Hendrick, went to bed, and I sat till past 12, smoking the segars which our young friend had given me.

1 Formerly President of the Swedish tribunals in Pomerania. (Soes. probably for suédois.) 2 [Feeling] none too well. 3 So throughout the MS. 4 A toise is a French measure of slightly more than six feet. 5 Literally sweetnesses or softnesses; hence the wherewithal to soften the custom-house officers.

#aaron burr #the private journal of aaron burr

[onioneyez]

Hello to my several followers! I’m participating in @fandomtrumpshate this year, which means you can bid for the chance to get a custom work of art from me!

I’m offering one full-color painting for one of these three fandoms:

Good Omens

Our Flag Means Death

Sherlock Holmes (ACD or Granada)

Bidding starts March 1st and ends March 5th!

Below is the link to my auction page! (I can’t figure out how to make a word a link on mobile 😎)

The winning bidder will donate the amount of their bid to any charity from a long list of progressive causes, and in return you’ll get a print-ready digital painting from me!

And if my stuff doesn’t float your boat, be sure to browse the many other offerings this year! Might bid on a fanfic myself.

Details of my offering below the cut:

Highest rating: M (Mature)

Length/scope: A digital painting, either color or black and white, not exceeding 6”x9”, and up to 300dpi. $25+ for a full color painting featuring up to two characters against an abstract or minimally suggested background. $50+ for a full-color painting with up to three characters with a fully fleshed-out background.

Especially interested in:

I’m all for any lovey-dovey or sexy or hurt/comfort or sad or funny scenarios you can think of. I love painting faces best of all. I’m an ace at anatomy and likenesses if you need them (went to school for it) but I love bending the rules for fun shapes. I live for golden hour and playing with saturated colors and I have a special interest in funny scenarios or wacky action scenes. I love any and all AU’s, I love painting rumpled birds and smoke and water and if you let me paint a ghost I’ll throw it in for free.

For Good Omens:

I love me some ineffable husbands, whether it’s platonic or romantic or nasty. I adore both the book and the show.

For OFMD:

Stede and Ed are my fave pairing, though every face on this show is super interesting and paintable. Ed is also very very pretty.

For Holmes:

I used to be active on the Watsons_Woes lj, so any “poor Watson” type stuff I’m super into. Bonus: I will know what you’re talking about if you bring up something obscure from canon.

Unwilling to address: No non-con, no pregnancy, no marriage, no young babies, no watersports, no spit-related stuff (like drool) no animal death, no poop stuff, no Omegaverse, no furry-adjacent stuff, no underage stuff, no de-aging stuff, no slashing the actors that play the characters (I will draw the actors though if you want, just no lovey stuff).

Also please no cars, I can do them but I dread it.

For Good Omens:

No T or M rated ineffable bureaucracy please.

For OFMD: No Steddyhands or Blackhands please.

Notes: After you tell me what you’d like, I’ll give you three thumbnails (very rough sketches/ideas) to choose from. When you pick your favorite, I’ll use it to proceed with the final. I prefer to pick my own color scheme, but I’m open to requests and can send you color studies to choose from if you like. The painting will likely take me several months to complete, but when I’m done you’ll receive it in your preferred file type, at a size that is suitable for printing out if you so choose. If you want a specific size, please let me know before I start.

Special Interests: Canonically trans or nonbinary characters, Trans or nonbinary interpretations of canon characters

Minimum Bid: $25

Extra stuff!

If you’ve read this far, you deserve some examples of my work so you know if I’m what you’re after. My portfolio is mostly kids’ book covers and chapter illustrations but you’ll get the idea.

Here’s some examples of the $25+ tier of paintings (no/ minimal background):

Here’s some examples of full backgrounds ($50+):

And here’s a very old drawing I never finished to show I can do likenesses lol. (Keep in mind I’m not offering sketches, only full paintings):

#fandom trumps hate #fth 2023 #fandom trumps hate 2023 #good omens #good omens fanart #ofmd #ofmd fanart #acd holmes #granada holmes #ineffable husbands #sherlock holmes fanart #onioneyezart

[salvador-daley]

do you have any headcanons about klave’s first time?

This answer turned into a little mini ficlet so, here you go. (Slightly NSFW)

Dave wasn’t always so confident.

There weren’t many opportunities to develop the necessary skills to - what’s the word? - seduce someone (anyone) growing up as a closeted kid in Texas with his small-minded family and their Nixon flags on the lawn.

Part of him had dreaded signing up. So many expectations; walking in the footsteps of his father and grandfather, both of whom had died as heroes in bloody wars like this one.

But actually, there came a certain freedom with the army that he hadn’t experienced back home.

Working in his uncle’s hardware store had felt like circling a goldfish bowl; everyone peering in, knowing his business. His customers all knew him by name and all entered the shop with a familiar wave and an anecdote, expecting one in return. He knew each of their home improvement projects by heart; the boats they were restoring in the garage, the nurseries they were painting. And he knew the perfect kind of lacquer to recommend, the perfect shade of buttercup yellow to go above the crib.

There, he was Dave.

Hardware store Dave.

Friendly, helpful, sexless Dave.

There had been one boy who knew him as something else. But neither he nor Dave could see around the mountain-like mental obstacle that stood between them and the ability to say the word out loud. Not even after those shame-filled fumbles in the boy’s bedroom, his G.I. Joe poster looking down at their sticky hands and flushed faces, judging them in silence.

But here, he could be whatever he wanted. Here, he was Katz. The guy you came to when your gun jammed or you needed someone with enough Vietnamese to converse with the locals.

Dominant, commanding, tenacious Katz.

In theory, he knew the army didn’t tolerate his kind. He could be discharged if caught, sent home in disgrace. But when he arrived in ‘Nam, it became apparent the leadership was willing to turn a blind eye to most things. The fact that a few of the guys were similarly inclined bothered the bosses less than the dwindling support of their own masters back home. Out here, he could be forgotten, just like the rest of them.

So it wasn’t Dave who led Klaus into the hotel room that night in Saigon. It wasn’t Dave who pressed him against the wall with its peeling floral wallpaper. It wasn’t Dave who pushed him down into the thin mattress with its sunken middle and sheets made damp from the humid night air.

It was Katz.

#ask salv #ask salv random shit #robert sheehan #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #tua #umbrella academy #klaus umbrella academy #klave tua #klave #tua klave #klaus hargreeves x dave katz #dave katz

[ms-scarletwings]

Gimme Dredge photo suggestions/requests plz

I might have crunched through the main game and the DLC way too quickly in my enthusiasm and now I’m just stuck with almost nothing left to do in the game and that’s sad :( I mean like $6,000 of in-game monies and nothing to spend it on sad

But :) I’ve been having a lot of fun with photo mode and running around the world trying to get all the wildlife encounters, playing tag with the monsters, etc. and I’m starting to come up to the point where it’s getting a little stale too, but I still love this game and want to keep wringing out more things to do.

Literally, just let me know if there’s any particular sight or encounter you’d like to challenge me to get a good shot of. I got the ice breaker, I got all the maingame paints and flags under my belt. Any creature, any boat customizations. Hell I’m willing to reload a save where the mind suckers are still alive, just toss any requests or fun ideas my way!

Just the other day was having some fun running around on passive mode for the first time (mostly to get a gander at that massive fella in the basin). Fun facts I learned about that: apparently the crabs will still attack you, the serpent keeps his eye closed, and the kraken weirdly enough doesn’t instantly Aggro on you when you turn the game mode back to normal.

#dredge fandom #dredge game #dredge #dredge screenshots #dredge photo mode

[incinerated]

my controversial Jerma985 take is that it’s the first day of school. i wake up at 7 AM but the FACT is I can never get off of my mattress. The first thing I do is watch Jerma’s ice challenge video, then I work on my splatoon au fanart of Jerma and Vinny Vince Sauce. When I get up, I salute to the boston mets flag hung on my wall. I sing, “I'm the giant rat who makes all of da rules, lets see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into.” Then I rush downstairs and pour myself a bowl of straight Adderall doused in sprite. After breakfast I start to get ready for school. I put on my green mexican tshirt. Then I put on my cat ear headband and bright pink belled collar. I catch the bus just in time and put on eminem on my phone, humming “Knees weak moms spaghetti” The bus drops me off and when I enter the school doors, someone comes up to me and says “nice cat ears, JERMA STAN” and throws a cup of coffee at me, staining my clothes. “U-uh yeah nice once chat” I mutter under my breath, and I pull out my custom scout baseball bat that i bought for $53 on Redbubble. They tremble before me begging me not to hurt them. i let them off with a warning and let them know that i have the power of Jerma985 and Oneyplays by my side. During my morning classes I can barely keep my eyes open, the only thing preventing me from falling asleep is me secretly watching the current Spore charity stream from my phone under my desk. For lunch I order boneless chicken wings and manage to pick it up from the local Burgerking before the bell rings. I wolf the whole meal down while i run to class hoping I won’t be late. I apologize to the teacher, Mr. Jeremy, but he says it’s okay because it’s still just the first day of school. For todays class he teaches how to do a .08 sec boat clutch from the sea of thieves playthrough. I try to pay attention but I can’t stop doodling the Fallout new vegas crew in my notebook. After school is finally over, I go home and enter Jerma’s discord vc where everyone is calling out for Scatmans world. I spend an hour doing homework while simultaneously switching tabs between Discord, Twitter, and the archive of the ballfondler stream, and watching Jerma tiktok fancams in the background. At 5:30 i boot up TF2 and enter the server ip for uncle danes second lobby. A Jerma985 hater hacks the server and starts saying “all of Jerma nation is going to superhell” Then Vinny and Lazypurple walk on stage holding the lgbt ally flag and then destroys the hacker with a single beam of light. everyone starts clapping and cheering. Then, a single message pops up on the screen: “Jerma has joined the game.” Jerma walks onto stage to reveal a button sealed under a trap door. He says, “it was never meant to be” and the entire server explodes and becomes engulfed in flames. The server shuts down. Uncle danetopia is over. Afterwards, I participate in #TF2UDAselfiday and immediately get 1.2k retweets and 64k likes. Then I read the entirety of Nancy Drew mystery of the lighthouse while listening to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and cry. Finally, I go to bed with my Red Sox tee shirt on listening to Happy Birthday once again (slowed and reverb). As i hear Jerma sing “Micheal, such a good boy this year, open up your gifts while we all cheer” i slowly drift into sleep, ready for a full night’s rest.

THIS IS WHAT WAS HEARD IN THE TOWER OF BABEL B4 GD DESTROYED IT BTW CONGRATS ON REVIVING AN ANCIENT CULTURAL / HISTORICAL RELIC ON TUMBLR DOT CORN

#ANONS #ASKS #GUNKJUNK #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️