#dottie bucket

[bug-farm]

#ts4 #bucket legacy #dottie bucket #scout bucket #bucket gen 7

[dottie-n-stripes]

originally the first was just a mindless doodle response, but my pals love using bucket stripey as an emoji/reaction pic so he's persisted over the years... now that the trislosher has gotten a makeover decided a sequel was in order hehe

#draws #dottie #stripes #he LOVES to be bucket

[planetharrie]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Rockpools

In which Harry takes his little adventurers in search for rockpools when they find a little friend.. 🐠🏖️🪣

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Lucille was sunbathing on the golden sand as her husband and two children were down by water. She could hear their faint giggles and splashing of the sea water and Harry's voice carry from down the sand. His words were uncoherent from a-far but they seemed to be having fun. The high-pitched laughs drew closer and she sat up to greet them just in time for her two girls to pounce on top of her, dripping with water.

"Oh my goodness!" She squealed, tickling both of their rash-vest-covered tummies. "Have you been in the water?"

Dottie giggled and blurted out "Yes! Now you're all wet!" before bursting into another fit of giggles. Lucille rolled her eyes playfully. Harry walked up, his hair soaked and swim-shorts creased with water.

"We made Daddy go in the water too!" The oldest, Opal, explained with her cheeky smile. Her goggles were pushed up into her hair and the bottom hem of her rash-vest was bunched up from playing in the sea.

"Yes, you both forced me!" Harry complained jokingly as he squeezed out some of the water in the hem his shorts.

"No we didn't!.." The two girls protested against their father. A lighthearted bicker grew between them, resulting in Harry being punched in the legs by little fists.

"Right!" Lucille interrupted, "Time for another suncream top up—for all three of you!" She eyed Harry specifically. They all groaned and Lucille scoffed at Harry's scrunched-up face. Harry, being in his usual child-like and playful mood, decided his wife's responsible attitude was not was he was going for today.

Diverting his daughter's attention from the suncream top-up, "I heard there's some pretty cool rockpools hidden, shall we go find them?" Harry offered in the midst of Lucille rubbing suncream into Dottie's face. The two girls squealed and ran off out of Lucille's grip.

"No, girls! Wait!" Lucille called after her kids, grumbling and frowning at Harry. "Harry, I don't want them getting sun-stroke; I'm serious, Babe."

"Hey I can be serious too." Harry matured a little and reassured that he'd make sure they would have their 'top-up' as he cupped his hands to catch the bottle of sunscreen.

"If one of them falls and scrapes their knee on those rocks, it's on you." She raised her eyebows and tossed her husband the bottle.

"Babe, I can take care of our children."

Lucille raised a brow before the pulling her sunglasses from her head down onto the bridge of her noise, "We'll see."

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"Daddy, Daddy! Hurry!" Dottie eagerly called, jumping up and down with excitement. Harry was walking towards them with two sand buckets and the bottle of sunscreen. "Walk faster, slow coach!"

"Hey, cheeky monkey!" He tickled Dottie's tummy. "We must listen to Mummy and put on some more sunscreen, alright?"

The two little ones groaned and crossed their arms but obliged; standing with pouts on their faces as Harry rubbed in the cream on their face and legs. They both wore brightly coloured rash-vests to protect their backs, shoulders and arms. And to also ease Lucille's paranoia of losing them of the busy beach.

"Are you done yet?" Opal whined, starting pull away from her Dad's grip.

"Hang on, Opal . . and done!" He booped her nose with a tiny blob of the yellow product, just like what he used to do when she was a baby.

"Let's go!" Dottie called. She'd already began climbing the rocks, too inpatient to wait for her sister and Dad.

"Wait for me!" Opal tailed her little sister.

"Girls, go slow. We don't want you grazing a knee or elbow, alright?" The two girls jeered back, their little legs and arms helping them clamber over the boulders. Harry chucked the sunscreen onto the sand, away from the tide as it would be a burden to carry while climbing; he made a mental note to remember to grab it on the way back. Harry smiled to himself as he watched his babies explore; he loved that he had two very outgoing and brave kids, with Opal being especially adventurous at only age 7.

"Dottie! I found one!" Opal called, her high pitched voice echoing in the cove.

Harry stepped carefully on the rocks as he makes his way over to where the girls where crouched over a small pool. He bent at the waist with his hands resting on his knees.

"Is this a rockpool, Dad?" Opal asked, looking up at him.

"This is a good find, good job, Opie!"  Harry complemented his eldest, patting her lightly on the back. She looked very pleased with herself and grinned, showing her tooth-gap.

Dottie and Opal suddenly squealed and reeled back from the pool, "A crab! A crab, Dad!"

Harry put his arms around them both as he crouched down to their level and peered into the semi-clear water. Sure enough, a little white crab was crawling around on the bottom of the little pool.

"Hey, little guy," Harry cooed at the tiny creature.

"Where's my bucket? Can we take it home?" Opal asked eagerly searching for the two sand buckets.

"No! He won't have a home then." Her sister interjected, frowning and trying to cover the water surface with her hands to protect the little crab.

"Our house will be his home, though.." Both girls looked up at Harry with two very different expressions on their sun-kissed faces. Harry stuttered slightly and stroked Opal's hair.

"No, love. We can't take him home. He looks super happy where he is. Isn’t that right, Dottie?" He explained softly, kissing Opal's forehead and spotted Dottie nodding from the corner of his eye.

Opal's face scrunched up and began whining, tears brimming in her blue eyes. Harry cooed and tucked her into his bare chest, rubbing her back soothingly. Her shoulders and head jolted as she sobbed. She was a sensitive kid and, not that she was a brat, didn't like being let down. Often enough she didn't quite understand, even after her parents explain the situation.

"Don't cry, honey!" Harry chuckled slightly, taken aback by the sudden burst of tears. "He's happy here in the water with all his crab-friends."

"But I love him!" She sobbed, shuffling her feet in her pink crocs. "He's so tiny. ."

"How 'bout when we get home, we can draw him? Hm? Then you won't forget him," Harry softly cooed, tucking a strand of Opal's hair behind her ear, "How does the sound, Baby?"

Opal coughed in between her cries, nodding slowly into her father's collarbone. "O-Okay.."

"Good girl. Ready to head back? Dottie?" The two broke away from their hug, expecting the youngest to be still looking into the rockpool but there was no sign of the 6-year-old. She was wearing a bright-yellow rash-vest yet there was no small yellow blob to be seen anywhere. Harry suddenly panicked and stood up, leaving Opal to wipe her own tears.

"Dottie! Come on, it's time to go!" He called, trying to remain as calm as possible; for Opal's sake mainly. "Dottie! This isn't funny, come back here please!" Harry's eyes scanned the rocks and, dreadingly, the crashing sea. Opal began using her own voice to call for her sister.

"I'm here!"

Harry whirled around, his flip-flops scraping against the rock. His heart thudded as he clambered quickly towards his daughter who was trying to do the same.

"Dottie, baby!" He picked her up and held her head into his neck, "Don't ever scare us like that! Why on earth would you walk away?"

"I-I'm sorry. . ." She whimpered quietly, her eyes glossy. "I got hurt, Daddy."

Harry looked down and saw blood trailing down his stomach, indicating that she'd scraped her knee. He sighed.

"Let's get back to Mummy and we'll have a look, okay?" He placed Dottie back down on her feet and took both girls' hands and they climbed from the rocks, back onto the wet sand.

Opal and Dottie ran up the beach back to their spot where towels and an umbrella were planted. Lucille sat up at the sound of their voices and gasped when she saw Dottie's knee.

"Dottie! Oh Sweetheart, what happened?" She exclaimed, pulling her youngest in for a hug. "Harry, I told you to be careful with them! I mean what the—"

"It was my fault, Mummy. Daddy was helping Opal cause she was crying and I got bored so I wanted to find more pools. ."

Lucille's frown still didn't leave her face and she winced when her thumb gently soothed over Dottie's bloodied knee. He glared up at her husband.

"Babe, honestly, she just left my sight. I was consoling Opal and I wasn't paying proper attention. I am sorry!" Harry picked up a towel and chucked it around his neck. Lucille sighed and kissed Dottie's cut knee.

"Well, guess we're going to have to be more careful next time, hm?"

The girls nodded, even Harry. "Can I get a special plaster?" Dottie asked, her eyes lighting up. The two parents laughed and reassured her that her special plaster was waiting for her at home.

Perfectly, the sound of an ice cream truck rang down the beach from the carpark and the two girls jumped up at the thought of ice cream. Lucille handed them a pound each from her purse (which took many high-pitched 'pleases' to wean her) and the two sisters ran up to the parked truck where a queue of kids had already formed.

Harry had turned around to pack up the umbrella when Lucille spotted that he'd burnt his back and neck red-raw. She rolled her eyes with a smirk, knowing he was going to be complaining all week about the pain and asking her to apply cool cream on his back.

"Cute back-burn, babe." She teased, looking over the brim of her sunglasses jokingly.

Harry glanced over his shoulder and his eyes widened.

"Fuck, Lucille!"

"I did warn you! Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, ya loser!" She swatted his lower legs with a towel, grinning. “Did you even bring the suncream back? Harry, that was fourteen-bloody-pounds!”

"Yes well guess I’m just the enemy today.” He rolled his eyes. “Maybe next time you can go climb those bloody rocks!”

“Alright, I will!”

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#harry styles #harry styles instagram #harry styles fluff #soft harry #harry styles social media #harry styles writing #love on tour #harry styles imagine #harry styles prompts #dad!harry #harry styles sickfic #harry styles fic #harry styles x oc #harry's house album #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot

[cybersp4c3]

Bro I accidentally nearly revealed myself bc I forgot to add the anon feature 😶

But anyway-

It's your enby, 🖍 anon,with some scara content!

Ok,stripper scara, he doesn't dance on the pole he does those private rooms he's a little slut, bending into slutty positions,letting other men and reader absolutely destroy his puffy cunt.

but one day reader decides to bring his friends with him! All of them together break scara's poor little mind,making him lose all sanity making him too dumb to understand anything other cock and sex.

After reader and his friends are done,they take scara with them, saying that scara agreed to come home with them (scara nods whenever they say that) they take scara to their home and put him in the basement, fucking him every day and night!

He's always bulging, full of so much cum that leaks out of him,some people wonder where he is,But no one cares enough to look for him. He was only a slut after all....

-🖍

Ah yes I saw that, do you want me to answer it or no? Because your account is there😭 (how are you a Dottore hater but want Dottie cock 🤨🤨?)

Anywayyy

Scara is so stupid and happy being your sex slave! The basement was decorated all nice for him and you provided him with food and water and if he pleasured you well enough, he could even look out the window!

He definitely prefers being your braindead onahole over working as a private stripper! Whenever your friends are over he’ll obediently get on all fours and present his pussy to them

Your friends treat him so well too! They pound his cute pussy so hard and fast and they fill him up with buckets of fun so he’ll feel full

His hair gets pulled, his ass and pussy get smacked, his tits get sucked on, it makes him feel so good it’s almost as if he was made for all of this

His family doesn’t even care that he’s gone, so he can stay with you as your cumdump forever

[1whimsicalgal]

Who was the creator of the apparatus that was used in filming the famous meat hook scene? That would be Dottie Pearl and Bob Burns. Together, the night before we were to film, as I recall, they stayed up into the wee hours getting IT ready, but how did they do it? Imagine if you will, a bikini bottom made of Parachute strapping. Now imagine needing to conceal the bikini gadgetry under some red corduroy short-shorts and backless bathing suit. Now imagine you need the girl wearing the apparatus to be hanging, dangling from a meat hook, that must hold her weight of 110 pounds, and simultaneously making sure no meat hook actually touches her bare back.

The idea was that the audience sees that meat hook coming ominously close to her back, how do we accomplish this safely? You add another piece of parachute strapping about 9-10 inches, sewn with great care to the top back of the parachute strapping in the back of the bikini. The strap was hidden underneath until The Scene of the drop shot. It had to be hidden inside, out of site until the actual drop by Leatherface as he struggles to hold on to the screaming, writhing, hysterical young woman, who’s trying with all her might to escape this impending terrifying disaster.

Next challenge: You need something on the end of the attached strap, something incredibly strong. They decided a large steel parachute ring, that could be guided by someone crouched below, spotting her, as Leatherface waits for his cue to drop her, would be perfect. The steel ring Must Go over the hook and hold her weight. No room for mistakes.

Another clever part of Pam’s meat hook apparatus was Dottie sewing in the twisted legs of panty hose that had great strength and could be pinned underneath the front edges of Pam’s tiny backless bathing suit top, hidden underneath, which helped to keep the apparatus and suit together, long enough to get the shot.

Yes, they used pantyhose, which btw, only became the rage in the early seventies. Fact. It was for all women, freedom… from garter belts. Yes, we actually wore hose, individually attached to garter belts up until then! A little history: In 1974, actress Julie Newmar successfully filed a patent for “Pantyhose with shaping band for cheeky derriere relief”, a garment innovation made famous through the costume she designed in the 1960s for her role as Catwoman in the TV show Batman.

So, when Pam is hanging on the meat hook, held up only by the strapping and stainless steel loop, what happens? Right, that’s when they added lots of foam cushioning, where 100% of the weight inevitably goes. 😬 My sincere thanks for that!

I vividly remember, Tobe calling cut, and looking out to a line of cast and crew, mouths aghast at what they’d just witnessed. You could hear a pin drop. It seems there was a deep collective sigh. We did it. We got the shot that I later heard some one refer to it as “the money shot”, which at the time went right over my head. What’s a money-shot? For me, that was the moment when it crossed my mind, “Hey, maybe we have something here.”

We began filming that scene around 9 AM and finished in time to enjoy our caterer, Sally Nicholaou’s, delicious lunch. It was fast. The awful part? The blood they used was karo syrup based. There are 3 seconds of blood dripping into the bucket below Pam’s dangling feet, maybe only 2 seconds. I Hope It Was Worth It!! Think Texas heat, Karo-syrup, and flies, plenty of flies. UGH. Dottie and I ran outside together, and landed at the windmill, me ripping off everything as Dottie took the water hose and sprayed me forever, until I was finally free of all remnants of sticky-icky karo-syrup, parachute strapping, shorts, bathing suit, et-al. LUNCH!!! ♥️🪝

Thank you, Dottie Pearl. Thank you, Bob Burns. Dorothy J. Pearl - January 19, 1950 - July 22, 2018 (age 68 years) Robert Lewis Burns Jr. November 24, 1950 – April 3, 2015 (age 65 years)

#texaschainsawmassacre #marilynburns #horror #leatherface #trailblazers #gunnarhansen #teri mcminn #texaschainsaw #art #Bill Vail #EdNeal #john dugan #edguinn #dpearldp #allendanziger #tednicholaou #paulpartain #kimhenkel #tobehooper

[moonchildreads]

small town

Chapter 12 - Fortress Around Your Heart

IN THIS CHAPTER: A mysterious card, allergy pills, and Wayne conspires against his nephew [7.1k]

WARNINGS: eddie being a lil sick (nothing serious), vague mentions of financial hardship

A/N: a huge shout out and thank you to two of my fairy godmothers and biggest cheerleaders, my beloved @justahappycloud and my loveliest @gutterratt for vibechecking wayne's dialogue in this chapter. it takes a village to build a small town! i love you both, deeply, madly, truly.

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And if I built this fortress around your heart Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire Then let me build a bridge

Tuesday, May 6th - 1986

Five days. Five days without a single drop of rain. Not a light shower, not a thunderstorm, not a drizzle in sight, and Dottie felt like she was losing her goddamned mind. Before moving to Hawkins, she was sure she dreaded rainy days; New York smelled like a sewer, the subway was muggy as hell, and she was perpetually tired of people bumping their umbrellas into her head when she walked home from school. But rainy days in Indiana? Absolute bliss. She’d gotten so used to the fresh smell of wet soil, to sitting on her window seat with a book, a moody record playing in the background, thunder rumbling and lulling her to sleep. Rainy days meant driving home with Eddie and Gareth, huddling under tin roofs with Jeff for warmth while Donny smoked a cig, sharing a hand-knitted blanket with her Dad while they consumed anything and everything that was on TV after dinner. Rain was comforting and homey, and as the weather continued to get warmer and humidity levels kept climbing, she couldn’t wait until that night’s forecasted thunderstorm to hit the small town she had grown to love in only a couple of months. Eddie, on the other hand, was once more contemplating on moving to the middle of the desert and never having to see a raindrop again in his life.

“Man, you look like shit,” Gareth said, sliding into his usual seat at their lunch table.

“I’ve been telling him to go to the nurse since second period but you know how he is,” Donny shook his head disapprovingly.

“I don’t need to go to the nurse,” Eddie told him, accepting the sandwich Donny was offering so Eddie would share his chocolate covered peanuts with him in return. “It’s just allergies.”

“I think I have allergy meds in my locker if you want some,” Dottie said.

“Why do you always have pills on you? Are you a fuckin’ pharmacist or what?” Gareth teased her.

“Okay, asshole, next time all those weird fumes in the lab give you a headache, get your own painkillers,” she said, pushing his lunch tray away from him and down the table, just barely out of his reach.

“D’you really think they’ll help? Your meds?” Eddie asked, finally caving in, eyes squinting under the fluorescent cafeteria lights.

“I mean, I’m not a doctor, but it’s worth a try. They make you really sleepy though, so maybe take them after school?”

“Okay,” he rubbed his eyes with two fists. “I’ll take them when we get home.”

During the past couple of years, Eddie had developed this random allergy that seemed to get progressively worse whenever the weather changed. As the air was becoming more and more oppressive with the kind of humidity one forgets could be experienced after the colder months, Eddie was more often than not showing up to school with red eyes that had nothing to do with the weed he liked to indulge in after hours. Eating his sandwich and peanuts without really tasting anything because of how clogged his sinuses were, he considered stealing a wad of toilet paper to survive his upcoming Biology lesson after depleting Dottie’s generous stash of tissues during their back-to-back shared periods before lunch. The skin on the sides of his nose was becoming raw and red from blowing it so many times, and his head felt like it was stuck inside a bucket, his ears sensitive to loud noises and his throat scratchy.

By the time the final bell had rung and they were driving towards his trailer, Dottie theorized he might have developed a cold last Saturday morning when his water heater had died on him mid shower. Thankfully, Wayne was nothing if not resourceful and had gotten it up and running again that same day, but if Eddie had really gotten sick from washing himself with freezing water, there was little anyone could do except wait for the illness to pass on its own.

“Boy, you look like shit,” Wayne said from his armchair, watching his nephew shrug off his coat as he stepped into the trailer.

“Thanks, Wayne, hadn’t noticed,” Eddie replied dryly.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Dottie started guiding him towards his room.

“No! No, you can’t go in there,” he immediately blocked her path, arms braced on the walls of the small hallway to stop her from marching on.

“Ed, I don’t care if it’s mes-”

“It’s not- I mean, it is a mess but-” he blubbered, watching her cross her arms and cock her hip to the side in defiance. “Nuh-uh, nope, can’t have you seeing that shit right now. No way.”

“Eddie.”

“You can’t argue with a sick man, princess, that’s illegal.”

“God, you’re-,” she threw her hands in the air, exasperated. “Fine, have it your way. Go sit on the couch.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he conceded, sinking into the cushions next to Wayne who was very amused by the entire situation but had the decency to act like he wasn’t paying attention. “Where do you keep your stash?”

“There’s a hidden pocket at the back, look for small round yellow pills.”

Dottie busied herself rinsing a mug in the kitchen sink and filling it up with water from a pitcher that was in the fridge while he snooped around her belongings, her brown corduroy backpack pulled into his lap. He was taking a couple of notebooks out to get better access to the small concealed zipper sewn onto the back panel when a baby pink envelope fell from one of them, landing next to his ratty sneakers. Always a curious one, Eddie picked it up, instantly noticed red hearts on the glossy paper inside and hurried to put it back where it had fallen from before she could catch him being nosy.

Trying to focus back on his initial task, he began rifling through the contents of the pocket, pulling out of a waterproof pouch that held various types of pills and tiny plastic bottles. He would have asked what they were for, always eager to know more about Dottie, but his brain was stuck in a constant loop of questions. Was that a love letter? Does she know who it’s from? There weren’t any names on it, is it a secret admirer situation? Why wouldn’t she tell me? Is it-

“Here you go,” she kneeled on the carpet next to his feet, pushing the plastic McDonald’s mug into his line of sight. “Did you find them?”

“Uh- yeah, these ones?” he asked, shaking a blister with pills that matched the description she’d given, making them rattle.

“What’s that?” Wayne asked, pretending like he hadn’t noticed his nephew having a mild stroke in front of his very eyes by the mere sight of an envelope.

“My allergy meds,” Dottie explained, resting an arm on Eddie’s knees. “I get really sniffly when seasons start changing so I thought maybe they’d help with Eddie’s too. I take those once a day when it starts acting up, and then I also have a nasal spray. I used to have two different ones, but I ran out of the prescribed one and haven’t replaced it yet.”

“You take a lot of pills, kid?” the older man said, curious.

“I try not to ‘cause I’ve heard it’s bad, like the bugs build resistance to the drugs or something? But I was a babysitter so I got used to carrying stuff around. Can’t really look after a screaming toddler if I’ve got a sudden headache, you know?” she explained before turning to look up at her friend. “You can keep those if you want, I’ve got a ton at home. They’re cheaper than a doctor’s appointment.”

“Thanks,” he said, staring at the blister. There were only three pills missing, and one of them was currently inside his body. “D’you wanna get started on homework?”

“We can take a day off if you’re not feeling well.”

“No, no, I’m okay. I can work on my drawings, I guess? Something that doesn’t require a lot of thinking would be great right now.”

“Okay, but you’re definitely gonna need a nap in about an hour,” she patted his knee and got up from the floor, moving to sit next to him before busying herself with her own work.

“I’m gonna go make some soup,” Wayne announced, shuffling into the kitchen before muttering to himself. “See if that saves us a visit to the doctor’s office.”

Wayne Munson was a simple man with simple needs. He considered himself lucky in the sense that he’d always had a roof over his head, and he’d always been able to provide for those he loved, fancy cooking be damned. He didn’t need three course meals or top of the line equipment to make his boy feel better as long as he knew how to make a good chicken rice soup, just like the one his mother used to make. They might not have lived in a real house with a big backyard and a bedroom for both, but as long as his meals were warm, his beers were cold and Eddie was smiling, it was enough for him.

He’d always thought of his nephew as a happy kid, one that chose to see the best in everything even when life had dealt him shitty card after shitty card, but Wayne had to admit that in the twelve years he’d been responsible for Eddie, he had never seen him act the way he did when Dottie was around. The youngest Munson was a ball of energy, always gesticulating wildly, not knowing how to control his own voice whenever he got going, leg perpetually bouncing when he was quiet. It was strange to see how subdued he was whenever his newest friend was around, and even more so considering she could also be loud and animated when given the opportunity. There was a gentle quality to their interactions, as if they were both toeing an invisible line that separated them, wishing the other one would cross it first but being afraid of overstepping.

As the old man leaned to get a couple of carrots that desperately needed to be eaten from the bottom of the fridge, he noticed once again the water pitcher on the door. He had never once seen Eddie choose water over any kind of cheap soda he could get his hands on, and yet this ancient plastic pitcher that hadn’t been used in years had somehow found its way into their fridge when Dottie started hanging out at the trailer. Wayne had only known the girl for a few short days, but felt that their shared time had already been enough to form a strong opinion. He liked Dottie. He liked how she was simultaneously polite but quick to make herself at home, how she was always helping around just because she wanted to and not because anyone asked her to, how everything she did came with a heap of kindness. He liked how she kept up with Eddie’s humor, how they calmed each other down, how she made him smile and want to try harder. And perhaps, above all, he liked how easily she dissipated Eddie’s fears of not being enough. Wayne loved the boys in the Hellfire Club, he really did, but he knew that his nephew compared himself to them, with their loving families, their houses in residential neighborhoods, their homemade lunches that did not consist of leftovers or whatever snack was left in the pantry.

The eldest Munson wasn’t one to pry, but he knew something was different with Dottie when she showed up on Monday with a handful of coupons from that day’s newspaper. “Ed said he likes mushrooms and my Dad can’t eat them without getting sick so I brought you these. I hate when coupons go to waste. Do you like mushroom soup, Mr. Wayne?” she had asked. It might have been an assessment made with personal bias, but Wayne was certain that no kid who didn’t go through any financial turmoil in their lives could be so into couponing that they hated not using them before their expiration date.

Around 45 minutes after Eddie took his medicine, his speech started to slur and his eyes kept trying to close themselves no matter how hard he fought to keep them open.

“Time for a nap, sleepy head,” Dottie pushed his thigh with her sock-clad foot.

“M’fine, don’t worry ‘bout it,” he said, and immediately yawned.

“You were saying?”

“Ugh, fine. Jus’ a short nap, gotta get you home,” he muttered, tucking himself into the couch cushions.

“Ed, you need to rest if you want to get better,” she insisted, pulling him onto his feet with her hands on his wrists. “That means sleeping in your bed, not on the couch.”

“Room’s dirty,” he said, standing on wobbly feet. “Don’ wan’ you to look.”

“Okay, I won’t look. I swear.”

Satisfied with a promise that she obviously did not intend to keep, Eddie let her lead him towards his room at the other end of the trailer. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw when she opened the door. It was like his closet had exploded onto the floor, clothes strewn everywhere, no indication as to which ones were clean and which ones were not. His bed was unmade and his bedsheets were rumpled into a ball in the middle of the mattress, an overflowing ashtray sat on his bedside table and a thin sheen of dust covered the objects he clearly did not use very often. Dottie helped him shrug his hoodie off and helped him get comfortable under his blankets, already making a list of things she could straighten up without waking him up once he was safely on his way to DreamLand. He turned to his side and coughed a few times.

“I’ll get you some water,” she said, but before she could stand, he shot out a hand to grab her wrist.

“No, stay,” he muttered. Dottie was very familiar with the particular kind of drowsy associated with her allergy meds and knew that he was somewhere between awake and completely unconscious. He was gonna be out like a light in a few if she had her math right. “M’legs feel weird.”

“They feel heavy?” he nodded. “Go to sleep, silly. You’re gonna feel better when you wake up.”

“Okay,” was the last thing he said before his eyes finally closed and his breathing evened out.

Dottie knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t help but stare at him for a few moments as he slept. He looked so peaceful, his long eyelashes almost touching the top of his cheeks, soft freckles decorating his skin. He didn’t move when she stood up, didn’t even flinch when she tucked his hair behind his ear and pulled the covers up higher. Surveying the room around her, she spotted a white plastic bag underneath his desk and quickly retrieved it, starting to clean up some of his mess. First thing to go into the bag were the cigarette butts; then the few cans lying around, the crumpled snack wrappings and pencil shavings on his desk. She was in the middle of picking up a denim jacket strewn on his desk while suppressing a snort at the busted handcuffs hanging from the wall - and oh, did she want to ask about them some time -  when she noticed a black shadow hovering above her head.

“Oh, shit,” she whispered to herself, recognizing instantly what it was.

In the corner of Eddie’s room, displayed like a piece of art, was the most likely cause of his long-lived allergies: black mold. Dottie could have kicked herself at not paying attention when she walked in; the stain was so big she wondered how she had missed it in the first place. Immediately remembering her Uncle Johnny’s retelling of his encounter with black mold behind an old broken washing machine back in ‘69, she looked back at Eddie wondering if he would listen if she told him to get rid of it. Judging by the state of his bedroom, he wouldn’t, so she steeled herself for what was possibly gonna be a very awkward conversation and hoped to the stars she’d come out on the other side as a victor.

“Mr. Wayne?” she asked, stepping back into the main area of the trailer. “I- I’m sorry, I don’t want to be disrespectful but did you know there’s mold in Eddie’s bedroom?”

“Yeah,” he scratched his head, lowering the fire on the stove to let the soup simmer. “Been tellin’ Ed he should clean that up but you know how he is. I think the only reason he listened when I told him to patch up the roof was so it wouldn’t rain on that fancy guitar of his.”

“Sounds like Eddie,” she smiled. “In any case, if he’s not gonna do it himself, would you be okay with me cleaning it up for him? I think that’s what’s causing his allergies and he could get very sick if he keeps breathing that stuff in.”

“Don’t know what my nephew has told you but you are a guest here, not a maid,” Wayne said, pointing with his head at the trash bag in her hand.

“I’m a friend,” she said, like it was the simplest fact known to man. “This is what friends do for each other. They help out, even if they are as stubborn as Eddie. Especially when they are as stubborn as Eddie.”

“Don’t I know that,” he snorted, his features softening. “He can be hard to be around sometimes, but he’s got a good heart.”

“Yeah, he does. I can see where he gets it from.”

Wayne liked to think of himself as a man of few but intentional words. As he looked at the young girl in front of him, he realized that they both knew exactly what was happening in this conversation and they were both on the same page. Eddie didn’t often ask for help; in fact, help was almost always simply thrust upon him disguised as a nonchalant act or a trade, and the eldest Munson knew that this request was as much for his nephew as it was for Dottie. He stirred the soup for a few seconds, and finally set down his wooden spoon.

“Y’know he’s gonna get mad when he sees what you did.”

“I’d rather deal with an angry Ed than have him start coughing up blood,” Dottie said. “But I won’t do it if it bothers you. This is your home and I’m aware I’m overstepping just by asking about it.”

“Well, it’s like you said, right? Friends help out,” he shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting into half a smile. “So what do you need?”

“I just need him out of the trailer for an hour. He’s not gonna let me do it otherwise, he didn’t even want me in there in the first place.”

“I’ll get him out of your hair, don’t worry ‘bout it. Need a ride home?”

“Oh, no, thank you. You’re busy with dinner, I can ask my Dad to pick me up if you let me borrow your phone for a second.”

“All yours, kid,” he pointed behind her to where the phone was hanging from and went back to his cooking.

Fifteen minutes later, Wayne was in the middle of explaining his soup recipe to Dottie when a car horn interrupted their talk. The older man walked her outside and waved at James, who waved back at him from the front seat of his car.

“Tell Ed I said bye!” she said, skipping down the front steps to the trailer.

“Bye, Dot. See you on Thursday,” he said, resting an arm on the door frame. “Say hi to your dad for me.”

Dottie stopped at the last step for half a second before hurrying up the stairs again and wrapping her arms around the eldest Munson with a bright smile on her face. She squeezed him tightly before letting go, her expression sincere and yet a little bit embarrassed.

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne. See you on Thursday,” was all she said, before disappearing into her dad’s car and leaving down the dirt road.

He watched them leave, sitting on his doorstep and fishing a cig out of the front pocket of his work shirt. He chuckled to himself after taking the first drag, thinking about his nephew taking a nap in his room, about the black stain he kept telling him to clean up to no avail, and about the girl who refused to take no for an answer. About how there was definitely something different about Dorothy Burke, and how maybe, just maybe, what separated her from all the other kids her age was exactly what made her so similar to Eddie after all.

Wednesday, May 7th - 1986

Hawkins High’s library wasn’t as big as her former school’s library, but had so far proved sufficient enough for all her researching needs. Thus, Dottie found herself perusing the Home Economics section after claiming to need a book for an essay, resorting to little white lies in the hopes that Eddie wouldn’t look too much into them. He seemed to be in brighter spirits that day, still sniffling and occasionally coughing into his elbow, but his eyes were less swollen and teary with the help of his newly acquired allergy meds. Still, Dottie insisted (perhaps a bit too much, but he wasn’t about to fight her about it) that he take a nap during their shared free period in an effort to get back to full health as quickly as possible. He didn’t even think about how unusual it was for her to even suggest it before resting his head on his balled up jacket, arms folded on top of their secluded table at the back of the room.

“Do you need any help, sweetie?” Mrs. James, the school’s librarian, said, startling Dottie from her trance scanning the table of contents in what looked to be yet another useless book. “You’ve been going through every shelf in this section, maybe I can help you find what you need?”

“Oh, thank you, I didn’t think to ask,” Dottie smiled at the old lady. “I’m trying to do some research on mold and I’m stumped.”

“Mold? Why, I think you ought to be looking in the science section then! Is this for a Biology class? Maybe you can ask Mr. Brooke if he has any recommendations.”

“Actually, I was looking into mold removal for Home Ec? You know, like in old houses or bathrooms!”

“Hmmm, can’t say I recall any books like that off the top of my head but let me check. There must be something about home repairs somewhere,” she walked away towards the front desk, muttering to herself.

Dottie followed her into the main area of the library, always keeping an eye on the path towards the table where Eddie was resting upon, blissfully unconscious and unaware of his surroundings. Mrs. James rummaged through a set of drawers full of neat cards, nodded once and promptly disappeared through a back door behind her desk. Dottie waited, her hopes dwindling as she stared at the clock on the wall counting down the minutes until the bell rang.

She was distracted, rapping her chipped sparkly red nails on the wooden surface in front of her when she felt a weight settle across her shoulders, and smelled her sleepy friend before she even saw him. Eddie’s clothes generally had faint traces of smoke hidden behind Old Spice after shave, generously applied cheap woodsy cologne and gentle laundry detergent, his battle vest adding a hint of pungent weed to the mix. She had only noticed a few days prior that his hair always smelled like green apple in the mornings, most likely thanks to his predilection of showering as a way of waking himself up. Dottie knew that if it had belonged to anyone else, she wouldn’t have found the mix of aromas as charming as she did - she thought of it as a side effect of that newly discovered pesky little crush she consciously chose not to dwell too much about.

“Well, that was a hell of a nap,” he muttered into her hair, voice and limbs still heavy with sleep.

“And you woke up on your own before the bell rang, I’m impressed,” she said.

“So… what are we waitin’ for?”

“Mrs. James is looking something up for me in the back, you can wait at the table if you want.”

“Nah, I’m cozy,” he said, putting all his weight onto her shoulders, her knees wobbling a little bit before she caught herself on the desk.

Dottie was sure he’d dozed off while standing up and the way he jumped when the bell rang didn’t really convince her otherwise. It was still ringing when Mrs. James reappeared from wherever she had been hiding in her backrooms, a small book with a bit of a lengthy title in white letters at the front. She waved it around as if it were a valuable carnival prize.

“I’m not sure it’ll be of much help, but I think it’s the closest you’ll find here,” she admitted. “Just sign this, you can fill in the rest when you return it. You don’t want to be late for class!”

“Thank you!” Dottie hurried to sign the form attached to a clipboard and tucked the book into her chest to hide the front from Eddie. “I’ll let you know if it helped.”

“Oh, please do! If it doesn’t, maybe you could check the local library? It’s much bigger than this one, I bet they’ll have what you need.”

“I will, thank you. I’ll bring this one back tomorrow, I promise.”

“You can keep it for a week, sweetie, don’t worry. Now go on, get to class you two!”

“Did you get the feeling she was trying to get rid of us or was it just me?” Eddie muttered, a sly smile on his face while they gathered their things and left the library.

“Just doing her duty in helping you to graduate, that’s all,” Dottie joked back, shoving her newly acquired book deep into her backpack.

“See you at lunch?” he said, walking backwards through the quickly emptying hallway.

“Of course! See ya!”

She watched him nod once and bolt towards his Latin class when the second warning bell rang. Dottie took a second to take a deep breath before walking into her World History classroom where Jeff was already waiting for her, his usual calm smile on his face. She really didn’t like hiding things from her friends, but since she only had Eddie’s benefit in mind, she hoped he wouldn’t be as pissed off as she feared he would be when he found out.

Gareth’s house had big windows on the west side that opened up to a medium sized backyard, thick green grass extending until the end of the property. His parents had debated on building a pool back when the kids were younger, but as it turned out, pools were much more expensive than what they were willing to spend at that moment. They had ended up getting a blow up pool that served its purpose perfectly for a few hot summers until Gareth crashed his bike into it at age 12 and punctured it.

Eddie felt marginally better than the day before and was looking forward to taking his second dose of allergy meds once he got home, but for now, he was content to tuck himself into his friend’s armchair and read through Jeff’s Biology notes. Besides, having the girl he was hard crushing on in his line of sight was always a plus. Dottie, on the other hand, wished Eddie would just fall the fuck asleep so she could skim her damn book without him noticing. Homeowner’s Quick-repair and Emergency Guide by Max Alth was still carefully hidden between her other possessions in her backpack when Jeff plopped down on the seat across from hers at the dining table.

“Heyyyy,” he said, awkwardly.

“Hey?”

“I, uh, I need advice on something but if you don’t wanna talk about it, just… tell me to fuck off, okay? I won’t hold it against you, I promise.”

“Okay?” Dottie stared at him like he had grown two heads overnight.

“So, I remember you mentioning you have a book about Victorian flower language?” he waited for her to nod in confirmation before continuing. “I was hoping you could tell me what to get, y’know, for Mother’s Day.”

“Oh! Of course, I’d love to help! What did you have in mind?” she smiled, understanding now where his hesitance was coming from.

“Just something nice, doesn’t really matter if it’s expensive. Bobby’s coming home, said he’s pitching in.”

“Aw, that’s cool. I’m sure your Mom will be happy to have both her boys home.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he shrugged. “Haven’t told him about Virginia yet, I’m kinda terrified he’s gonna get pissy about it and ruin the day for Mom. He can be… intense about the military stuff, even more than my Dad. It’s so annoying.”

“Well, that’s his own fucking problem,” she scoffed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, not your fault he can’t see you are not a kid anymore and can make your own choices. But never mind Bobby, we were talking about your Mom! I’ll bring my book to school tomorrow, we can look through it together if you want, find something cute.”

“That sounds great, thank you!” he smiled wide, his braces full on display. He couldn’t wait until he got them removed. “Are you… Like… Man, I don’t know if this is okay to ask-”

“Jeff, it’s okay,” she patted his hand across the table. “You can ask, I don’t mind.”

“I was just wondering if you celebrate or anything like that.”

“I do, in my own way.”

From his comfy spot on the couch, Eddie watched Dottie pull her backpack into her lap and rummage through her books, finding a baby pink envelope between them and sliding it over to Jeff with a shy smile. His heart rate picked up, could it be…? Was she showing him what she had received or was she giving it to Jeff? Maybe there had never been a secret admirer, maybe… maybe Dottie had always just liked Jeff and Eddie had been so far up his own ass he’d never noticed it before. And who could blame her? Jeff was kind, gentle in ways that Eddie couldn’t fathom being. He was going to a good college, had a bright future ahead of him, came from a nice family. He watched them talk; Dottie leaned over the table, pointing something out to him on the card. Jeff was polite, a fantastic singer, a great friend. One of Eddie’s best friends, actually. Fuck, I’m such an idiot, I can’t ruin this for them, I’m-

Jeff carefully put the card back into the envelope and gave it back to her, stopping to grab her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. Eddie’s pulse returned somewhat to its normal rhythm when Dottie put the pink paper inside her backpack, tucked into the same spot she’d taken it out from. Donny got up from his spot on the floor, books forgotten, and slid himself into the chair next to Dottie’s, arm resting behind her. She leaned into his shoulder using his arm as a neck pillow, the three friends now engaged in animated conversation. Eddie caught a few words as their voices raised: the boys were trying to talk her into going to next week’s gig at The Hideout. He looked down at Jeff’s Biology notes resting on his thighs and ran a hand over his eyes. Everything was normal, nothing had changed, and yet everything felt different for him anyways.

Eddie had always been proud of his ability to hold his shit together no matter what. He considered himself an expert in bottling up, shoving things under the rug until they could no longer be seen. But this mystery card situation? It was absolutely messing him up. If he had discovered something about himself in the past two days, it was that even though he wasn’t a jealous asshole, he could still be a jealous man, and that knowledge embarrassed him to the bone. He didn’t like the way all his insecurities screamed at him whenever he compared himself to his best friends, detailing all his shortcomings and failures, constricting his chest and leaving him breathless. In his mad panic, a lone image of having to watch Dottie fall in love with someone else while he got left behind kicked him square in the chest.

Dottie turned her head to the side, looked at him sitting alone on the couch and beckoned him over with her hand, a soft smile gracing her features. He realized right there, as loud thunder cracked open the sky and the long awaited rain made its return to Hawkins, that he could take a step to the side if she needed him to. He would let her be happy with someone else, even if it was with one of his best friends. Even if it pained him to imagine it. But he also realized that Eddie Munson wasn’t going to go down without trying. Once they were alone tomorrow, he was gonna ask about the card and if her answer turned out to be less than favorable for him, he’d be supportive and encouraging. He would be a good friend, just like she’d always been to him. And most importantly, if she happened to choose Jeff, or Gareth, or Donny, he would never let it come between him and his band mates. All his friendships would remain intact, he would make damn sure of it. But he couldn’t quit before he tried.

Eddie joined them at the table, mirroring Donny’s position and letting his arm fall behind on Jeff’s chair. Jeff leaned into his shoulder and batted his eyes at him, clearly making fun of Dottie who chucked an eraser at his chest in response. Everything will work itself out, Eddie thought, watching Gareth pull up a chair to the table. We’ll be fine.

“Honey, can you set the table?” James called from the kitchen, hands busy finishing dinner.

“Yeah,” Dottie replied, barely loud enough for him to hear her.

James took the chicken out of the oven, setting it on the empty stove top and transferred it from the sheet pan to a more appropriate container that wouldn’t burn the surface of the wooden table when placed upon the tablecloth. He was adding the final touches to his roasted potatoes when he lifted his head and noticed his daughter hadn’t yet moved from her spot on the couch, legs dangling from the arm, book propped on her thighs. This wasn’t an unusual sight in the Burke household; Dottie had an affinity towards never sitting like a normal person, something that he’d always found extremely amusing. James leaned out of the passthrough window to call her attention again.

“Can Her Majesty please set the table today if she wishes to eat while it’s hot?”

“I’m coming, hold on,” she finally got up, book still in her hand and being held open by her thumb in the middle of the gutter.

“What are you reading?”

“Something I got from the school’s library. I think it’s a bust but it’s the only one they had on this topic.”

“What topic?” he asked, and Dottie lifted the cover so he could see. “Homeowner’s Guide? Did you buy a house I wasn’t aware of?”

“Yeah, you know that blue Victorian mansion on Morehead Street? Got it at a discount because someone got murdered in there,” Dottie said in a deadpan tone.

“You hate haunted houses but you’re gonna live in one?” he snorted, watching her come in and out of the kitchen to the living room carrying plates and cups with only one hand.

“Nah, I’m gonna fix it up and turn a profit.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, proudly.

Once they were seated at the dinner table, plates full and cheeks stuffed with homemade bread, Dottie went back to her reading, going back and forth from the table of contents to various pages she was marking with her fingers. This was also not unusual behavior coming from the teenager; James was very much used to her being absorbed in whatever she was reading at any given time, so much so that sometimes she’d make herself a snack or a cup of tea to enjoy while getting lost in her fantasy worlds and completely forget about it until hours later. He supposed he only had himself to blame for that, having encouraged reading since she had learned to sound out her own name. It was, however, extremely strange to see her this engrossed in non-fiction, particularly about a subject that she had never really shown much interest in before. She loved baking and cooking, sewing, knitting and doing various kinds of crafty things, but she’d never been curious about home repairs. Sometimes she’d wait for days until James changed a lightbulb for her, claiming she didn’t want to do it herself because she was probably gonna get electrocuted. James supposed that was also his fault, pampering his daughter so much that she had never really needed to learn how to do it in the first place.

“I’d like to talk with my daughter during dinner like a normal family, please,” he said, tapping the top of her book.

“Sorry, it’s… I’m doing research on mold removal and I’m getting nowhere,” she huffed, finally setting the offending pages aside and looking up at him. “This book sucks, can’t believe this guy’s advice for an intruder is to get a dog.”

“We’re not getting a dog.”

“Do you enjoy ruining my fun?”

“I signed a contract, it’s my duty as your Dad,” James grinned. “Why do you want to learn about mold removal?”

“Remember I told you about Eddie’s allergies? He has mold in his room, Wayne said I could clean it but I don’t really know how.”

“Wayne asked you to clean Eddie’s moldy room?”

“No, of course not!” she glared at her dad like he was insane for even suggesting it. “I asked for permission to do it. I’m worried about Eddie, he could get really sick if he keeps breathing that stuff in. I just- I wanted to do something nice for him, that’s all. He’s always driving me around and doesn’t let me pay him for gas, it feels like I’m taking advantage of him.”

“A good deed for a good deed?” James said, softening.

“I was thinking about it more like payment in kind.”

“And you said the book isn’t helping?”

“Nope,” she said, popping the P. “Not a single mention of mold but plenty on wasps.”

“Why don’t you ask Uncle Johnny? He cleaned up the mold behind the washer and it never came back, he might remember how he did it.”

“Huh, hadn’t thought of asking him. Thanks.”

After dinner, Dottie hurried to wash all the dishes before dialing a very familiar number she was sure she’d remember her entire life. Sat on one of the kitchen island stools, pompom pen in one hand and cord stretched to its limit, she heard the phone ring once, twice, thrice before someone picked up from the other side.

“Hello?”

“Hi Uncle Johnny, it’s me!”

“Hey tiny, how’s it going? How’s your Dad?” his voice was soft and warm just like it always was; Dottie could hear his smile in every word.

“Good, good, he’s taking a shower. I was actually calling because I need help with something important.”

“Uh oh, do you want me to get Mary Elizabeth?”

Johnny and Mary Elizabeth had gotten married the summer after Dottie turned five; she got to fulfill the role of flower girl at the modest but gorgeous wedding, stealing all the looks as she danced with her Dad all night and fell asleep before the cake was cut. The couple had been friends since their first year at college, but they had started dating only a year before Johnny proposed during a cheap last minute holiday in Vermont. They had the kind of relationship that made Dottie believe in true love: two best friends who supported one another through financial turmoil, illnesses, debts, and grief, and kept choosing each other every day despite the hardships. Every time she saw them, she hoped that someday she’d get as lucky as they did when they found each other.

“No, I need your expertise this time,” she said, twirling the stretched cord around her pen. “Remember when you got rid of that mold behind the washer? A friend of mine has a mold issue and I was wondering if you could tell me how to clean that up.”

“Hell yeah, I remember, that stuff was gross. Got something to take notes on?” he asked, getting comfy in his armchair back in New York.

Around fifteen minutes later, James popped into the kitchen in his pjs with a ball of dirty clothes under his arm. He stepped around the island and threw the pile into a half filled basket in the laundry room for him to sort out the next day while he listened to Dottie on the phone.

“What do you mean it’s toxic?” she asked, and crossed something in her notebook. “Oh, okay, I won’t. Yeah, I think so. Two. One might be stuck but I know the big one opens-” she paused, listening. “Great, I’ll do that then. Thank you so much! Yes, I’ll call you tomorrow. Okay. Okay, I’ll tell him you said that,” she rolled her eyes. “Bye, love you! Say hi to Mary Elizabeth and Rosie for me. Thank you again!”

“Everything okay?”

“He says that he saw that movie you told him to watch and it sucked.”

“I know. That’s why I told him to watch it,” James grinned. “Did he help with the mold thing?”

“Big time,” she said, her sly smile matching her Dad’s. “That ceiling is gonna look brand new when I’m done with it, I promise.”

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SHES CALEDONIAN VLUE NO WAYAYHSHDHDHDHDH OHFMAHAHHAHX

I VERY MUCH AGREE WITH YOU OLIVIA, IT WILL LOOK STUNNING

AWWERUFHFHFH I LOVE THESE TWO

YAYYYYSYHFHSHAHAHHSDHDHSJDHJS THEYRE BAVK THEYRE ALIVE LETS GOGOGOIAJAHSGWHHSHD

WE ALL GETTING A SLICE OF THE CAKES WE LOVE

"I see, like what has happened to you and Olivia" THE [REDACTED] YOU MEAN???????

Wait. THIS WHOLE TIME- WAIT WIAT WAIT

SO OLIVIA ISNT A HYBRID, HER BODY JUST GOT

OHHHSBSHDV ITS LIKE MEDICINE

I

Oh she wasnt human pala

This confirms- WAIT ITS BASICALLY THIS:

Obviously now building up to, what it says, an entirely new plot. But now while having bits of past plots mixed from wjat I can guess

Im sorry HIGHLANDER???? NONONONONO- IM SORRY?????

A GOLD DUST

IM GONNA DIE WJAT

Oh [REDACTED] here comes it all

Preparinh myself okay Im strapoing in Im gettibg my backside comfy on my pillows yeah Im just

IM DCARED

I was right to be scared

Nono no Olivia no NO. OLIVIA.

"Why can't I do anything right!!"

insert current me typing out this cause past me had a long pause of silence staring at that line

Tearing up counter: 1

OKAY RIGHT MOVING ON-

(Im not moving on)

Ay AY AY AY AY THE BIT

THE DUCK AND ARROW BIT

"I was almost turned into ab exhibit piece because of him."

"Yet he was the reason Olivia sold you to Sodor."

COR RECT. CORRECT DING DING DING CORREEEEEEEECCTTTT

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

Ay AY PERCYCYCYYYY

Cheshire CTAAHHAHSHDHFJ

WE LOVE A HAPPY PERCY

heleyhahaha HS GE SGSHDH ARROW- ARROW CALM HDHFJFHF

Why was that bit from Arrow so relatable though like HEKDHSJSHDH

Anyways IM BACK RIHHT SORRY I JUST HEADED DOWNSTAIRS TO JUST EAT SOME BREAD WHILE READING THIS

"I apologise, I get excited when I want to learn new things" REALEST. THING. SAID. EVER

Keeping that quote with me on a sticky note irl rq sec-

WE GIVING LYELL SOME LOVE OVER HERE WOOOO

Oh Tydfil TYDFIL

“I can’t stand being alone with my thoughts. They go around in circles and drive me insane.” SAME HERE. SAME HERE TYDFIL DW.

Can we get some appreciation for all the characters we all relate to rq? LIKE GOOD GOSH- Im sorry its just Tydfil either has dialogue that hits me hard so much like deep DEEP deeper than ever or just is brutally honest HSGDHGSSHHSHD

I still love her though, still one of ny top five favs in YIAU

Speaking of honesty ARROW IS BEING VERY HONEST. ALL OF THAT WAS REAAALLL FACTS

“Chin up, she’ll be out soon. Same can’t be said for Clun Castle.” Oh Arrow are you gonna love what Dotti has to say HAGHAHASHGD

LMAOAOOAOSHFHD DUCKS REACTION I SWESR

“It’s not often that you piss off everyone on the mainland and believe me, I would know, I’m an expert at it.”

"There was an awkward pause."

HGGAHGAHAHAGXHXHF NAH NAH WHY DID I WHEEZE SO HARD AT THAT LIKE LNAODHDHSHSG

AYYYYY I LOVE THESE LOT

New fav found family/squad ever

"Oh but they just started interacting now in this bit you can immediately like the-" OI. I LOVE THESE LOT, I ALREADY LIKED MOST OF THEM ON THEIR OWN AND NOW THEYRE INTERACTING MAKES ME LOVE THEM MORE

“You’re very welcome, Young Iron.” AY AY I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE HAHSGDHHXXJ

Alrughty ALRIGHRY WE GETTING DRAGGED BACK INTO THIS PLOT NOW LETS GO

I just read that bit and to say Im bamboozled is an understatement.

I. IM SHOOK- OKAY. YEAH SOMEONE CALL IN LIKE IDK KESTREL TO COMFORT TJIS 6 FOOT WOMAN RIGHT NOW. IM YEAH. IM SCARED EITHER FOR HER OR OF HER.

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE INTERESTING FOR SURE

But of course, ending off this reaction. I HAD MINI HEART ATTACKS LIKE HAGSHDGSH WOO OKAY THAT WAS A WAKE UP CALL REALKY GOT MY BRAIN GOING HAGSJAHSHD

THANKS TO THE LOVELY BAKUNAWA AKA REDWRYVERNWRITES (I finally FINALLY SPELT IT RIGHT) FOR CREATING SUCH A MAGNIFICENT CHAPTER YET AGAIN, I'LL BE EXCITED FOR THE NEXT ONE!! ^^

#The “Olivia recieves bad news” in the summary was LOUD and clear #GOOD GOSH IM YEAH #Writer-wise: I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH #Reader-wise: IM SCARED- #WOOO NOW WASNT THAT ONE OF NY LONGEST READS #ONE HOUR READINH THIS HAGAHGSHSHAHSX #Not complaining though I still love this chapter (grieving with Olivia now) #cheesyversial rants #ttte young iron au (??) #ttte fanfic #yiau: reviews of readers!

[vampyre-gutz]

Here’s a list of Alphabetically sorted ‘Call Signs’ for you if you: can’t figure out what yours would be, you need one for an OC, or for whatever other purpose! :)

!! Some of these came off the internet and are real call signs! Some are from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick which is probably why some of them may seem familiar. Good luck aviators. !!

A: Angel, Alphabet, Agony, Arrow, Assassin, Aggy, Ace, Animal, Astro.

B: Black Cat, Bronco, Bruise, Brick, Basher, Bulldog, Breaker, Blaze, Boomerang, B.O.B, Blade, Bullet, Bull, Bullseye, Bucket, Biggie, Birdie, Boots, Bones, Badger, Buzz, Big-sky, Baby Bat, Bubbly, Butterscotch, BumbleBee.

C: Cobra, Cypher, Casper, Charge, Cougar, Cyclone, Crow, Cyclops, Chipper, Coyote, Cargo, Charlie, Chaser, Cryo, Chuck, Creed, CooCoo, Cannonball, Circuit, Crash, Colt, Cruella, Creature, Chicken Little.

D: Dynamite, Dusty, Dash, Demo, Dice, Duck, Domino, Dover, Dozer, Diesel, Darling, Dasher, DoDo, Dipper, Digger., Deuce, Django, Dottie, Deception.

E: Elvis, Enigma, Egghead.

F: Flatline, Fireball, Fighter, Frost, Fancy, Feather, Flame, Frogman, Fifi, Firecracker, Fun-sized, Fruit Bat, Fungus.

G: Ghost, Goose, Giggles, Gucci, Ghostrider, Grizzly, Great White (shark), Gills, Gibbs, Gonzo, Ginger, Gator, Growler, Gretel, Graveyard, Ghoul, GG, G-Lord.

H: Hangman, Hammer, Hijax, Hijinx, Hollywood, Hurricane, Howler, Heater, Hawk, Honey, High-Tech, Hard Shell, Hydra, Horns, Heebee-Jeebee, Heartbreak, Hellcat, Hansel.

I: Iceman, Ivy.

J: Joker, Jinx, Jester, Jaws, Jacket, Judge, Jumper, Jaguar, Jigsaw, Judas.

K: Killer, Knight, Kanga, Krunch, Kindle.

L: Lucky, Legend, Little red, Lick, Lightbeam, Lambchop, Lover-boy, Lovebug, Lunch Money, Lucifer.

M: Maverick, Mouse, Mad Dog, Maniac, Machine, Mutt, Merlin, Mellow, Major, Mugsy, Mistletoe, Micro, Mamba, Mule, Mad, Memo, Magician, Monster, Moony, Midnight, Magic, Mastermind, Mare, Mustache, Moby, Mortician, Mortimer, Massacre, Mad Hatter.

N: Nova, Navigator, Nerd, Nugget.

O: Ox, Omen, Obi, Octave/Octavia, Oopsie Daisy.

P: Puddle, Porky, Poison, Payback, Phoenix, PopTop, Pyro, Pitch, Puggsy, Princess, Puke, Poltergeist, Phantom, Peacock, Puzzle, Peter Pan.

Q: Quiver, Queenie, Q-tip.

R: Razor, Ripper, Rattlesnake, Rooster, Rebound, Rush, Red, Rags, Robin, Rusty, Rebel, Radiator, Rottweiler, Rapid, Rambo, Red Flag, Rockstar.

S: SHOCK, Skipper, Showoff, Sparrow, Slayer, Smiley, Songbird, Shadow, Scooby, Slider, Sundown, Stinger, Sludge, Shredder, Storm, Silence, Stretch, Serpent, Scout, Shark, Stag, Slick, Sassy, Scooter, Soprano, Spring, Strike, Scorpion, Showtopper, Stallion, Sweet ‘n Sour, Scarlet Witch, Surge, Spinach.

T: Tiger, Taz (Tasmanian Devil), Thunder, Twinkle-Toes, Tank, Tweety, T-Bone, Tumble Weed, Trouble, Tombstone, Tug, Toon, Twitch, Turbo, Tart, Teacup.

U: Uber, Unicorn, Ultimate, Unseen.

V: Viper, Vapor, Vampire, VooDoo, Vanilla, Vine, Venom.

W: Wiki, Wolfman, Wizard, Warlock, Wildcard, Wednesday, Wildfire, Wonderland, White Rabbit.

X: Xeno, X-man, Xanadu.

Y: Youngin.

Z: Zeus, Zebra, Zig-Zag, Zimm.

#top gun #call signs #top gun maverick #call sign ideas #military #us navy #us navy fighter pilot #fighter pilot #pilot call signs

[im-not-a-hero-bud]

it's a bird! it's a.. peng?

authors note: i do not own any of these characters ! they all belong to flying bark studios this could be ooc??? idk

MK sighed.

``You know, everything that has happened so far has been very.. uh..` ``A hell. You can say it, peasant.`` Redson interrupted MK with. He kicked a rock as MK nodded a little sheepishly. ``True. I mean, your dad got possessed by LBD, then she started possessing Bai He, then Macaque showed up, then the Spiderqueen and Brotherhood stuff, then you randomly turned good-`` ``I did NOT turn good, Noodle boy. I am simply... tolerating you and Dragon Horse girl now.`` Redson interrupted MK again. ``C'mon, Redsy, we're like, your best friends now!`` Mei said and playfully pushed Redson. ``I hate you, Dragon Horse girl..`` Mei giggled and affectionately put an arm around MK. ``I heart you too, Redboy!``

MK just smiled and listened to the two of them talk and even fight a little. These days were surprisingly peaceful. After everything that happened, it was a nice change. It was almost like a breath of fresh air after holding your breath underwater for a little too long.

MK looked up at the sky. He noticed this little white dot in the middle of the sky. ``Hey, what's that?`` MK pointed to the little dot. ``It's a bird!`` Mei enthusiastically said as her eyes sparkled a little. ``It's a plane-`` Redson interrupted MK with before Mei quickly removed her arm from MK and aggressively picked him up and put him on her shoulders. ``Put me down!!`` Redson said as his hair was all firey again. That happens sometimes. ``Redboy, just tell me what that dot thingy is! I'm too curious about the dotty thingy to put you down!`` She yelled at Redson, slightly scaring him in the process.``Alright, alright, fine, peasant!`` Redson looked up in the sky, covering and narrowing his eyes a little due to the sun. His eyes widened as he saw what it was. ``It's- It's a plane. There's nothing to worry about. Just ignore it.`` Redson explained in a slightly hurried and startled tone. ``Are you sure? It looks more like a bird-`` Mei said, putting Redson down. ``Yeah.. Holy crap. You saw Peng, didn't you?`` MK asked in an interrogating tone. ``.. Maybe, maybe not. But if we just ignore them-`` Redson said before being interrupted by the loud bang.

It belonged to Peng falling to the ground a few hundred meters away.

``We kicked Peng's butt once, we can do it again.`` Mei said, determined to do so. ``.. I think I'll stay out on this one.`` Redson said a little sheepishly.

``What!?`` Mei and MK said in a choir. ``Why!? Don't you want to kick that undercooked chickens butt!?`` Mei said, a little frustrated. ``.. I couldn't do it then, why would I now?`` Mei's face softened slightly when Redson uttered those words. ``.. It's okay. You can stay out on this one, Redson. Especially since that KFC bucket kinda traumatized you.``

Redson's face went blank for a second. ``.. You two know they're an eagle, right?`` ``.. They are?``

ill make the rest later too lazy rn

#lmk mei #red son lmk #mk lmk #lmk peng #lmk fanfiction

[jasontoddiefor]

Get to Know Me Better

Tagged by @nixie-deangel - thank you!

3 Ships: wangxian, plantcest, Roger/Rayleigh

First Ship: ufff probably Harry/Ginny?

Last song: Hozier - Who We Are

Last movie: Zom 100 - Bucket List of the Dead

Currently reading: TGFC!

Currently watching: The Blood of Youth

Currently consuming: toothpaste??? I’m brushing my teeth as I’m getting ready for bed. Otherwise cheesy isekai.

Currently craving: American chocolate cookies. Probably because that was the answer of the person tagging me!

I’m tagging @gravitywonagain, @dottie-wan-kenobi , @tunnelofdusk , @fandomcringe , and @starstuddedsilksky and whoever else wants to do this!

#tag memes

[bug-farm]

#ts4 #bucket legacy #scout bucket #dottie bucket #maya #gabriel #bucket gen 7

[dottie-n-stripes]

it's stripe birthday!!! funny how a new slosher drops around his bday when a new brush dropped near dottie's. with the new mop bucket the two of them could make a killer janitorial team now...

#im in the middle of like the two busiest weeks of my life but i managed to squeeze something out for this very special day #8 YEARS OF STIPEY! MY SWEET SWEET STRIPES MY GREATEST CREATION OF ALL TIME #draws #stripes #dottie #linus #marjorie

[birdofdawning]

The Woman From the Sea

7. Ownership

The beginning is here; the previous part is here.

The Lovell calls in while Dottie is showering.

“Captain says we should be able to pick her up if you can get her to the sand right now. After that he doesn’t think we’ll be able to get close to you for maybe three days. That weather is turning fast, Rizzoli.”

The Lighthouse Keeper considers. “How dicey is ‘right now’?”

“Yeah, not gonna lie, pretty dicey. She injured?”

“No.” She makes a decision. “Look, we’re okay. We’ll be fine for three days. Come by when this thing blows itself out, okay?”

She gives an update on the arial — repaired, but not yet remounted. Probably no point if it’s all going to blow down again. Later, after she signs off, she turns and looks through the office doorway into the sitting room. Dottie is in a pink fluffy robe, a rarely used gift from the Lighthouse Keeper’s mother, and she’s crouched down in front of the crammed bookcase. She turns and smiles across at the Lighthouse Keeper. “You have To The Lighthouse! That’s funny!”

“Yeah.” The Lighthouse Keeper leans against the door jam. “So the next front’s about to hit again and it’s gonna be bad for a few days. And you’re gonna be stuck here until it dies down. Okay?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” Dottie looks back to the shelves. “You certainly have a lot of classic mysteries. Christie, Sayers. The Red House Mystery. Christie was a trained pharmacist. That’s why her pharmacology, the poisons and so-on, was so accurate. Accurate for her time, you understand.”

“Yeah, I knew that.”

“You don’t have much modern crime fiction. Somehow I thought you’d be more of a hard crime reader. Gritty police procedurals and psychological thrillers and so-on.”

“Not so much. Dottie, can you look at me?”

Dottie turns immediately and smiles beneficently at her, and the Lighthouse Keeper can feel her own heart beating inside her chest, pushing her blood through her veins. It’s disconcerting and maybe a little unpleasant.

“So you’re going to be stuck here on the Rock for at least three days. You understand? It’ll just be me and canned food and a lot of rain. And I’ll be working through most of it.”

“I understand, Jane,” says Dottie earnestly. “I can help cook and clean. I don’t know how good I’d be at repairing things, but I can hold a torch and hand out tools.”

“No, no, absolutely not. That’s my job. You’ll stay inside and rest up, okay? Stay out of the wet. Doctor’s orders.”

Dottie’s eyes widen. “You have a medical degree?”

“What? No. That’s just a… okay, Keeper’s orders then. And probably OSHA’s orders.”

Dottie turns back to the bookcase. “Actually, napping on that couch and reading books sounds rather lovely right now. I’ve spent such a long time being…”

The Lighthouse Keeper waits, but her guest does not continue. Well, they’ll be together for the next three days. Plenty of time to win Dottie’s confidence. And she’s always been good at that aspect of an interrogation.

Because all of the Lighthouse Keeper’s professional instincts are telling her that the Woman From the Sea is hiding from something that scares her.

After Dottie is in bed, the Lighthouse Keeper takes a moment to step into the laundry house and put a load of clothes in the machine. There’ll be twice as much laundry to do now — more, because she’ll have to start wearing fresh clothes every day like a civilized person.

She almost trips up over a bucket of water she’s left out. Remembering, she reaches in and lifts out the coat, carrying it over to drip into the tub to examine. She’ll have to wait for it to dry, but it’s quality material and the salt doesn’t seem to have damaged it too badly. Maybe a few stitches needed at one shoulder and along the bottom of the lining. She's got a little time, so she spends ten minutes painfully wringing the coat out by hand.

It's while she’s pressing the creases out with the ancient iron that the tag catches her eye. It has been carefully stitched inside, just below the neckline, and is only now becoming visible as the coat dries out. It’s a tailor’s mark, and it has a name: ‘Maura Fairfield’.

That rings a bell. Fairfield. A rich Boston family? Probably blown off a super-yacht or something. The Lighthouse Keeper shrugs and eases the garment onto a hanger, leaving it to dry out behind the hot water cylinder. Maura Fairfield’s coat belongs to her now.

#rizzoli and isles #jane rizzoli #maura isles #jane and maura #The Woman From the Sea #canon divergence #jane is a lighthouse keeper #I have to remember to change everything to American spelling #fanfic writing

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dottie is totally gonna bring Lloyds dad along too. Like he and Lloyd just sit at the sidelines but when Dottie is tearing lloyd a new one, away from reader because "the stress isn't good for the baby", it's Lloyds dad who dotes on her in his own way. Maybe he just silently brings her a tea or he notices her shiver and he brings another throw blanket for the couch but he never acknowledges that he's doing it. He'll just silently sit there and watch some reality TV with her (he gets really invested but doesn't voice it) to keep her company but will pass it off as waiting for Dottie.

Harlan walking in with a bucket of chicken and wordlessly handing a leg to reader before he puts on the next episode of the housewives show. He can't wait to see them fight at dinner.

[jigsaw173]

Watched Rescue Squad Mater again for fun but I had ideas, so here we go. And so I’m gonna rant for a bit about fire trucks in the Cars world and technicalities and how I think they would work. Basically my headcanons.

1. Mater (and the other trucks, when you look at them) seem to have a lot of hand-operated tools, storage, dials and such.

I wonder why they need them. They can’t use them themselves, but logically, others like forklifts can. (#1 reason why my fire trucks ocs always have forklifts)

For example, here’s Sparky and Dottie hooking Mayday up to a fire hydrant. Sparky pulls out the hose, hooks it up to Mayday’s inlet. Dottie hooks up the other side to a hydrant.

Mayday would not have been able to do that by himself, yet that’s an essential task.

But why do they need the hoses anyways, when the firefighters are the trucks themselves? When ran through the truck, it can provide helpful boosts to the water pressure. And, even though they have their own tanks, fire trucks only have a limited amount of water if not hooked up. They can also give hoses to ground forces.

But the gauges? These gauges and dials manually control pumps, display info. Etc. for the Fire Equipment Operator to man the pumps of the firetruck with. The FEO is the backbone of the truck. You could say, the sidekic-

Anyways- but the fire trucks in the Cars world are alive. It’s not like they’re a base in which you just use to store tools and a pump anymore, they’re your Captains or Lieutenants, doing their own thing. So it’s not like they need them. Unless they’re knocked out or something. Or maybe it’s manual control? But, like I said, the firetruck already works it. It’s judgement over the hose should take priority, if you think about it.

Thankfully, this is the Cars world, and it seems like this question isn’t as hard to answer, as the gagues and everything on the trucks seem to be just a few. So maybe, the gauges are only for reference for when the forklifts plug the hoses into the trucks.

And it all makes sense too, with how fire engines are used IRL. Fire trucks are actually very multipurpose, most capable of storing tools, pumping water, and, of course, the hoses.

2. The ladders.

The ladders have always bothered me. They’re all pretty skinny, for a world full of vehicles. Also, how are they supposed to climb it when they all have tires??? They can’t grab the rungs, so why are they there??? And with the way Mater uses the ladder, it shouldn’t even be a ladder. (And normally, there should be someone on the ladder to help the victims (cough cough forklift cough))

Thus, towers.

I’ve always liked the idea of towers/platforms more abundant than just ladders in the Cars universe. Towers/platforms are these specialized fire trucks with a bucket on top of a ladder or arm. Way safer than the raw ladder, if that’s how they do aerial rescues in WOC. I think this would fit the most.

Towers(top) would be good, but it’s still just a ladder one would need to climb attatched to a bucket. Plus, it’s not like they can use the ladder, so it’s more obsolete in WOC. Platforms(bottom) however, can be raised and lowered much more freely, with more capabilities.

I wonder if there would be specialized buckets/ladders, based on bigger vehicles like semis. You don’t expect a semi to be in a skyscraper, but hey, it could happen. Maybe there are specialized units specifically for that situation. I’ll talk about this more in the next point.

3. THE AMBULANCE IS ALSO SMALL

How are the ambulances supposed to fit paramedics? What about larger cars? How do big semis get medical help? Here’s what I think.

First: Non-transporting EMS vehicles. In the HFD, we have these trucks called RRVs (Rapid Response Vehicle). Although they can respond to fires as auxiliary, the main thing the firefighters use them for is responding to medicals, normally to hold it down until EMS arrives. Sometimes, the firetruck itself goes if not an RRV, as the RRV crew can be the same as an engine crew.

In the Cars world, they might as well be transports for paramedics like forklifts, while the ambulance is only hospital transport. They can stabilize the situation before the ambulance arrives. Usually, ambulances aren’t needed unless something major happens anyways.

Second: TRUCKS AND BUSES

What you’re looking at are mass casualty units, used to transport medical equipment and personell to scenes where current resources aren’t enough to handle the amount of people.

How I see it is this: If WOC doesn’t have available hospitals or can’t accommodate larger/heavier vehicles, they could bring the hospital to them. Like a mass casualty unit, there may as well be specialized trucks carrying all the medical equipment and personell needed to save, say, a single semi or an airplane. This would allow them to do it on site (if it’s safe).

But what happens if the damage is major?

They’re vehicles. They seem to be able to take a lot and shrug it off, as seen when Dusty crashed twice and seemed fine despite his injuries and never going to the hospital. If Dusty can get put back together by Maru in the middle of nowhere, they can sure as hell save these big bois with some equipment.

And that’s all I have for now. Thanks for listening.

#cars pixar #jigsaw rants

[n0mn0mnat]

🧟‍♀️So this apocalypse thing, really put a damper on my bucket list. I mean, I had plans! Not big ones.. but still.. plans! Not like I was planning on being president or anything. I mean.. I could have if I cared! Which, I didn’t… Anyways! You’ve gotta look on the bright side! Or.. you would if the weather didn’t suck here! So that’s me! Now you know everything. Let’s go kill some ridden! - Holly __________________________________ Holly & Mom cosplay, Wig, Makeup, Props (including weapons and door!), Set Staging, Photoshoot story & concept: By me Holly cosplayed by me Zombies cosplayed by @m.sheeny and @erikparedesphotography Photography and edits by @katyaperinphotography Assisted by @erikparedesphotography Allegheny logo design by @jonathanpetsche Location: Montreal, Quebec, Alleyway __________________________________ #back4blood #back4bloodcosplay #back4bloodholly #back4bloodhollycosplay #hollycosplay #hollyback4blood #hollyback4bloodcosplay #dottie #momcosplay #back4bloodthegame #b4b #b4bcosplay #b4bholly #b4bhollycosplay #b4bmom #b4bmomcosplay #back4bloodmom #back4bloodmomcosplay #left4dead #left4deadcosplay #turtlerockstudios #wbgames #cleaners #cleanercosplay #ridden #zombiephotoshoot #montrealcosplay #ottawacosplay #canadiancosplayer #ottawacosplayer (at Montreal, Quebec) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpAlxtJLTsZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#back4blood #back4bloodcosplay #back4bloodholly #back4bloodhollycosplay #hollycosplay #hollyback4blood #hollyback4bloodcosplay #dottie #momcosplay #back4bloodthegame #b4b #b4bcosplay #b4bholly #b4bhollycosplay #b4bmom #b4bmomcosplay #back4bloodmom #back4bloodmomcosplay #left4dead #left4deadcosplay #turtlerockstudios #wbgames #cleaners #cleanercosplay #ridden #zombiephotoshoot #montrealcosplay #ottawacosplay #canadiancosplayer #ottawacosplayer